My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Try harder?"

Shafik dubiously followed Nelson's movements and rubbed his thumbs. After thinking for a moment, he folded his hands together and suddenly realized, "I understand!"

After all, he leaned forward, ready to go, ready to throw conditions.

But Nelson waved his hand and interrupted his chanting with a smile, "No, you don't understand."

"Huh?" Shafik said hurriedly, "We still have a lot of room for maneuver in our negotiations, and I still have many good conditions that I haven't told you."

"So I said you don't understand," Nelson shook his finger slowly. "It's not that the conditions are not enough, but the conditions are too good. This is contrary to my original intention."

"Your original intention?"

"You may not believe that there is no difference between my heart and yours. For me, it is more important for everyone to live a better life," Nelson said sincerely, "Britain can get more many."

"Sorry, I don't understand very well."

"In fact, a long time ago, the father of my good friend, Mr. Black, who loves this country as much as you, made this request to me," Nelson said with a look of memory, "He is a man who has seen the world. They all have a strong longing for the products that are too much beyond Diagon Alley. He once said to me by the fireside after a drunkenness, “I want British witches to not point their wands at the kitchen in this life, and the British can eat them too. To such a quick and convenient meal', I was shocked by these words."

In fact, at the beginning, Bollocks had a list in his hand. His original words were: "Excuse me, please write more of these similar products on the list. I want them to realize that no matter how much salt they eat, No taste!"

"Of course, Judge Shafik, as the maker and judge of the law, Wizengamo’s position determines that you will look at the change from a broader perspective, such as the wizards who just walked out of this office. Although their craftsmanship is outdated, there is still merit." Nelson blinked, "For example, the cloth and fabric workshops run by the Malfoys, although the production capacity is low and the cost is high, I think it can still show the land of England. The wizards’ aesthetics and rich history have lasted for many years. I am willing to spend my own money to build a museum in Diagon Alley to collect these souvenirs that are about to withdraw from the stage of history."

"You are so confident, will they be easily defeated?"

"Don't underestimate your enemy, Your Honor, even though it will soon become your friend." Nelson tilted his head and took out a small dragon skin notebook that was adorned with gold and never dared to be seen by Tom. After turning a few pages, he squinted his eyes for a while, then raised his head and said, "The Malfoys provide top-of-the-line fabrics to the Tufan garment store located on the south side of Diagon Alley. A seven-foot roll of fabric costs a full 150. Ten gallons, their gross profit will be at least 60% or more after being sold to garment shops, which is enough for an ordinary family of five to make four sets of clothes for each family member in one year. For example, the dress robe you are wearing looks like a custom-made one, but it should also be a special fabric woven from Malfoy's silk thread tanned with silver silk and silver snitch feathers, which he sells to Tufan clothing stores. It’s even more expensive. A long robe like this can cost at least seventy gallons. Am I right?"

"Weissengamo spent one hundred and twenty gallons..."

"It may be that there has been corruption in the Wissengamo under your control, and it has nothing to do with the calculation of the cost." Nelson shrugged, glanced at Shafik sympathetically, and continued, "The reason why it is so expensive is related to the weaving technology. It doesn’t matter much. In fact, after the fall of the Sykes family, which specializes in magic animal breeding, the cost of these cloths that require magic animal hair has risen rapidly, but the magic factory in Newmontgard is different. We have everything from raw materials to finished products. The complete product line... Oh, by the way, Mr. Andre, who originally provided magical animal materials to the UK, is wanted by you. This may be the reason for the sudden price increase of Malfoy’s cloth."

"I understand what you mean, does your confidence in defeating them come from our internal corruption?" Shafik thought he had found Nelson's backing. In his opinion, how cheap can Newmondgard's things be? go with? His beard trembled, "But as long as I continue to support Nobby's previous plan, your advantages will be wiped out."

"Perhaps," Nelson shrugged. Shafik didn't know how much automation could reduce costs and how much efficiency he could increase. He followed the judge's words and said, "Of course, I would advocate that we are the first to pass. Trading partners established through legal channels provide some preferential treatment."

"Legal channels..." Shafik couldn't believe it, and Nelson dared to say such things in front of him.

"I will keep the export price as low as possible, and even reduce it below the cost price."

"Next?" Shafik rubbed his ears. "Is this reasonable?"

"It's reasonable," Nelson blinked, and took out a blank parchment with the sacred symbol from his pocket, and placed it right on the top of the list. It was tightly stitched and exactly the same size. "For most We will offer low prices for the commodities necessary for the wizards’ lives, but we will still retain suitable profit margins for extravagant consumption."

Shafik nodded. The "profit space" Nelson said has been thoroughly studied by British wizards who are indulging in enjoyment. This kind of self-righteous behavior is no different from inverting money, but it is the best he expected. The results were consistent, and he didn't even have to give up. He did not show his satisfaction, but continued to frown and listen to Nelson's terms.

"I don't know if you have considered, if the goods from the magic factory are too high-quality and cheap, and the living space of the British products is squeezed out, what will be the result?"

Shafik's heart was suddenly taken aback. He had never imagined such a possibility, but through Nelson's mouth, he suddenly became nervous, but he could not sit back and watch a force that surpassed the British Ministry of Magic relying on this unknown new technology. Infinite expansion, so he tried his best to think about ways to resolve this crisis. He hadn't figured out any clues yet, Nelson had already said it for him.

"In order to avoid this from happening, I will make a condition to Newmontgard."

Shafik felt his full sincerity with Nelson's sturdy gesture, but in a field he didn't understand, the poisonous snake belonging to every Slytherin behind Nelson had already tried to see it, revealing its murderous fangs.

"I will restrict and restrict the export of finished products to the UK step by step, Your Honor," Nelson said with a smile. Those who can absorb the technology to perfect these semi-finished products into complete products as soon as possible, they will soon become a part of the progress, and the manufacturing and sales of the most profitable finished products in all links will be completed by the wizards of their own countries-this is also ours Sincerely, Your Honor, we have no covetousness for anything other than business, we just want the world to accept us."

"I have accepted you long ago, Na... Mr. Williams."

Although he didn't understand that it was his own words that moved Nelson, Shafik firmly believes that Nelson's sincerity has surpassed everyone he has contacted in this life, and he easily understood Nelson's plan, whether it is to reverse the money. The general low price, the protection of the domestic technology, and even the generous surrender of the two most profitable links and job opportunities. These promises made him unable to fault him. For him, he is now the most worried thing. Instead, it becomes whether the plan can be successfully implemented as Nelson said.

In the face of the huge benefits at his fingertips, he has forgotten his original intention to pull Nelson onto the warship. Those old things that he didn't take it for, but were still cherished by him, have also turned into a cloud of smoke, even a little annoyed, Sha The man at the helm of the Fick family almost killed such an opportunity.

"These jobs are very simple. Believe me, those old alchemists and old potions who are fighting on the workbench can all go and take care of their lives. Countless people will get more and better job opportunities. This It is the abundance of the entire society, you have to take it well."

"Why do you modify the treaty more harshly? It doesn't matter. The realization of the blueprint is the most important thing. I don't understand business, but won't you make a difference in Newmontgard by making profits like this?" Sha Judge Fick pursed his lips and expressed his concerns, "The cost can be higher, and you can always find it elsewhere."

Nelson lowered his head, the light in his eyes became colder. This is the so-called "love for Britain"? It's just a stupid guy who wants to be a comprador.

"Don't worry," Nelson raised his head, smiling softly and kindly, "The Magic Factory is different from Newmontgard. I also have some spare money. Although it is not much, it is enough to maintain."

"I won't let you lose money," Shafik said seriously, staring at the blank parchment. "I promise."

"Of course, all this must be done under the leadership of the Black family," Nelson added. "The spirit of the contract, you know."

As he was talking, meticulous and upright words slowly appeared on the parchment: far lower than the export price of the United Kingdom, gradually transferring the most profitable links, the production and sales led by the British Ministry of Magic...there is no difference from what he promised. .

Seeing that Nelson had said everything he wanted to say, Judge Shafik sat down on the spot and organized the language for a long time, but did not know what to say. In the end, he could only suffocate the embarrassing sentence "You really have a Shafi Gram’s compassion."

"Uh," Nelson just wanted to nause looking at Shafik's sincere gaze. He waved his hand and said, "I have another personal request."

"You just say it."

"Hold me off that tapestry. If you don't smoke, I will go to Diagon Alley and buy a box for you later."

Judge Shafik had a wonderful expression. He pretended that nothing happened just now, and stretched out his hand to the contract that Nelson had just written.

"Don't worry, Your Honor." Nelson emphasized the word "Judge", reaching out and pressing the bottom of the contract, "Mo hasn't done it yet."

"LOL, really?"

"And this contract needs to be signed by the Minister of Magic," Nelson blinked, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his shoulders. "Did you tell me all that was false before? Maybe Minister Rich is true. Is it a poor little puppet?"

"only--"

"Oh, my God, are you so urgent?" Nelson laughed, "Does the change of Wissengamer make you so nervous? Do you think you can't beat your youth representative-Dumbu in fair play? Professor Lido?"

"how do you know……"

Shafik was a little panicked. The success of the cooperation is not worth mentioning compared to this incident, but who has leaked the news? The uncomfortable feeling of sitting on pins and needles struck again. He thought over and over again, and suddenly he thought of something that he had overlooked before-although Dumbledore was almost unmatched in fame and ability at the moment, but with him and Green Dewo’s well-known grudges. If he were to be the chief of Wisengamao, his previous cooperation would inevitably be hindered, and how could people who are about to taste the sweetness support him? Before he knew it, Shafik had begun to rely on the power of Newmondgard to try to stabilize his power.

"Indeed," he took a deep breath, letting go, "I hope we can cooperate happily."

"Bang bang bang."

There was a knock on the door behind him, and Shafik hid his smile and said straightforwardly: "Come in."

Nelson turned his head and saw the face of Nobby Richie. He shrugged. "It's funny. The Minister of Magic even knocks on the door when he enters his office."

"Look at what you said," Richie's face changed, but after a glance at Shafik, he quickly struck up haha, "Mr. Shafik deserves this kind of respect."

"Come and sign, Nobby."

Shafik supported Rich like a tool, and the dignified Minister of Magic stood silently beside his seat, biting his toothpick and giving his name.

"Why do you look like this? Isn't this something to be happy about?"

"Crack!"

The flash came on, Rich and Shafik looked up and saw Nelson wave the camera, "Historic moments are very meaningful, don't they?"

The response was the stiff laughter of the two.

"Your friend is waiting for you outside." Rich said weakly.

"Then I will leave first." Nelson picked up the folding stool, picked up the trilby on the coat rack and buttoned it on his head, and walked out of the office, "I wish you a happy life."

...

"It's a good harvest." Tom leaned against the wall, carrying a large cloth bag in one hand, which made a heavy crashing sound, and playing with two medals in the other hand, not caring about them, "Karon really It’s the most reliable thing~www.readwn.com~How about you there?"

"He may be good at strategy, maybe good at checks and balances, but he doesn't like reading."

"How to say?"

"He doesn't understand history or economics at all. He doesn't even know what dumping is. It is really a fool's privilege to be blinded by teeny Li." Nelson sneered and threw the folding stool in his hand into the trash can. "This is something that British Muggles broke a hundred years ago! Rich is a little bit brainy, but Shafik didn’t let him say anything... I originally wanted to leave something for the British Ministry of Magic. To stay alive, it's a pity that he is so disgusting."

"Oh, I don't understand either."

"That's not necessarily true," Nelson smiled, staring at the bonus bag. "Investing in precious metals is often the safest choice... By the way, what is that? Merlin Knights Medal?"

"Two pieces of precious metals," Tom said in a silly way, putting the medals into the prize bag together, and said disdainfully, "They are not worthy of giving us honors."

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