After calming down a bit, Vincent looked at his parents with utmost seriousness.
"Mom and Dad, how about we start a different business?"
Eric immediately felt underestimated. "Don't think you're so great just because you've created Wayne Enterprises!"
Let me tell you, business is tough these days. If we're not careful, we could all be sleeping on the streets!
Vincent handed over a draft design.
Evelyn took a look at the car and immediately praised its design.
"Honey, come take a look at this."
Eric, his face dark with anger, snatched the entire design drawing in his hands after just one glance.
Elegant yet graceful, simple yet stylish.
For men, this is the car of their dreams.
"How's the power?"
"At least 1,000 horsepower."
"What about the technical aspects?"
"Absolutely not."
Eric looked away from the design drawings. "The exterior design is good. How about we acquire a small factory first and then slowly develop new technologies?"
The father and son exchanged a glance.
The two men have similar thought processes, and this business seems to have some potential.
Have you found a car factory yet?
"The Bugatti of Italy."
The small factory was once on the verge of bankruptcy and only started to recover two years ago.
Romano Artiole is a bigwig in the Italy car trade, and even with Giovanni's connections, acquiring Bugatti won't be easy.
However, with the recent economic downturn, the entire supercar market is becoming increasingly difficult to operate.
Eric shook his head with considerable regret.
"Son, it's not that Dad doesn't want to change careers, but the market for sports cars is too volatile. If we're not careful, we could really end up sleeping on the streets."
Vincent was unaware of the intricacies of the matter, and after hearing what he said, he realized that the acquisition itself wasn't difficult; the real challenge was maintaining operations.
Gwent has low costs, and it's very difficult for it to turn the tide if it's constantly being overshadowed by Wizard Cards.
Therefore, before losing the market, we must defuse the hidden risks.
The automotive market, especially the top-tier supercar market, requires more than just rent and employee salaries to operate.
Technology requires talent, while research and development requires a lot of funding.
Once research and development stops, falling behind others will only result in losing competitiveness.
"Dad, have you forgotten that I'm Alchemists?"
"So, are you planning to release a supercar in the Wizarding World?"
With the "International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy" in place, there's no way to recoup funds if there are no sales.
Therefore, the acquisition of Bugatti can only be temporarily shelved until the Volkswagen Group's attitude is determined.
When Eric saw that Vincent had given up on the acquisition, he stroked his chin with one hand, seemingly considering something.
"Mom and Dad, I'm going upstairs to continue supervising Sam."
"Go ahead." Evelyn picked up the design drawings again.
It's such a pity, truly a pity.
"Evelyn, do you remember what I told you about what the Wayne family's ancestors did?"
She paused for a moment, then said, "I remember, he was a cart maker."
"Darling, this is a modern supercar, not a carriage that can be built with wood and a hammer."
"I know." Eric's lips gradually curled upwards.
"Didn't Rita say that our Wayne family is the largest arms dealer in Europe?"
Since the Gulf War ended two years ago, the Middle East has become a living hell.
... Evelyn already knew what he was going to say.
For true arms dealers, it was an absolute paradise.
The Old Russians have only just emerged from chaos; if they really wanted to get their hands on something big, they could still manage.
The "lions" of the Middle East have done too many bad things, and the "warmongers" of Africa have offended all the major powers. There are many people, both domestic and foreign, who want to get rid of them.
The potential profits are substantial, but what remains are the risks.
Eric's grin widened. "If all goes well, we should be able to buy the Bugatti factory before summer vacation."
As the former captain of the SAS Red Team, you can laugh at his business acumen, but you should never underestimate his speed in assembling a professional team.
We had all the big and small items, and used all the money we saved to buy more.
"Remember to be careful."
"Don't worry, if we run into any double-crossing, I'll call you."
The Wayne couple looked upstairs in unison.
So you're just eating and staying for free, huh?
You're working to pay off your debts, right?
If the creditor's father is in mortal danger, shouldn't they be obligated to come and help?
At lunchtime,
Vincent always felt that there was something wrong with the way they were looking at Sam.
"Come on, eat more."
"Thank you, uncle and aunt."
They ordered extra dishes twice; I'm afraid they're up to something.
Tomorrow is the first day of school, so I'd better focus on dealing with the Wizard Cards.
11 a. m. the next morning
King's Cross Station.
Draco followed behind his parents, clutching a brand-new flying broomstick.
Silver-green color scheme, serpentine appearance.
He raised his smug little face and slightly raised the new broom in his hand.
Normally, it takes at least half a month for Cleansweep Company to customize a flying broom.
So Lucius offered a price they couldn't refuse.
It was personally crafted by chief engineer Josen Smith, using core technologies on par with those of the Rascal Rabbit, and adorned with luxurious Mithril accents.
Its birth was destined to rewrite the rankings of flying brooms.
Passing through Platform 9 3/4, you instantly attract everyone's attention.
"My Merlin!" Pansy jogged over.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Draco, is this your new broom?"
"That's right." Every time Draco stated a statistic, several more young wizards would appear around him.
The more envious and jealous they looked at him, the more smug he became.
Does it have a name?
"Silver Serpent."
This is the fourth most venomous land snake, inhabiting Asia, where just one milligram of venom is enough to kill a person.
Let alone a rabbit, even a lion would be dead after one bite.
Draco, who was being treated like a star, really enjoyed the feeling.
Since enrolling, he has finally been able to experience it again.
"Excuse me, please make way."
He would never forget that familiar voice in his life.
It's you, Wayne!
Vincent walked through the encirclement and glanced at Draco and the flying broom held high.
The Muggle guard just now said there was a little brat holding a broom and grinning like an idiot, so it seems he was talking about this guy who's got his head in the air.
After a polite and appropriate smile, he walked straight toward the Hogwarts Express.
Draco tightened his grip on the "Silver Serpent".
Disregard them, disregard them all you want.
No hope of winning the championship this academic year, but will dominate the field next academic year.
Sensing something Vincent glanced out the car window and found that Draco was still staring at him.
The Muggle guard's words were quite reasonable.
With "Beat me up" written all over his face, what else could he be but a fool?
I returned a polite and appropriate smile, opened the door to cubicle W, and went inside.
Everyone's here, and it seems no one wants to stay outside.
"Old Wen, why is Malfoy staring at you like that?"
"Beg me to beat him up."
With a gentle wave of the Alder Wand, the curtains closed automatically.
James thought about it carefully and realized that what he said made a lot of sense.
Since enrolling, it seems like Draco is always the one who starts trouble.
"You haven't developed feelings for him after beating him up, have you?"
"No, I want to make him happy for a few days first, and then give him a good beating."
Hermione put down her Charms class and tilted her head.
After the Wizard Cards were exposed, the Malfoy family, while not universally hated, was certainly no longer able to maintain a high profile.
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