Those sitting in front of Yamamoto were all wealthy card merchants.
But he wasn't intimidated at all, and even recalled the scene in the coral reef.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't care about your arguments, I only care about what price you can offer."
A heavily made-up France businesswoman gave him a seductive smile.
"Mr. Yamamoto, are you really indifferent to nothing other than the Gold Galleons?"
This kind of coquettish behavior would definitely have worked in the past.
"Ms. Bastien, I'm sure you're smart enough to guess that I'm just working for someone else."
"The Ashiya Family— " Ebenezer murmured.
The 27 people present were all successful businessmen from various countries, and they were able to find out about the inside story of Japan Wizard Cards.
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"You're wrong, Mr. Burke," Yamamoto said with disdain.
"That was just a front; my real boss is someone else."
The card dealers all squinted.
The resentment in his eyes was not feigned, and the contempt on his face was genuine.
"Our power far exceeds your imagination."
His tone was calm and confident, making him seem like a completely different person from the unscrupulous reporter in the intelligence report.
Bastien's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
It's not that we don't have desires, but that we shouldn't have desires.
"Mr. Yamamoto, I don't care who I do business with; I only care about how much profit I can make."
"Very good." Yamamoto subtly pinched his thigh hard.
"Whether any of you want to take it all for yourself or decide to divide it equally, as long as it's not below my expectations."
He waved his wand, sending a new wine glass flying to the Russian merchant's table, and then made the sake bottle float up.
"Gentlemen, it's a pleasure doing business with you!"
Ebenezer first raised his glass, saying, "Mr. Yamamoto, businessmen always value profit above all else, and I sincerely hope that our cooperation will never be interrupted."
"There are no permanent interests in the world." Yamamoto remarkably calm.
"At least until everyone's appetites are satisfied, our cooperation will not be interrupted."
The Russian businessman boldly placed the wine in front of him and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, I have one more question."
What is it?
"Can't we have something a little more exciting? This stuff tastes just like boiled water."
"With such delicious food, how can we do without fine wine?"
Ebenezer rolled his eyes inwardly.
Forget about authentic Scotch Whiskey, let's have some authentic Britain food instead.
Yamamoto agreed to the request, and the entire long table was filled with delicacies from Europe countries.
With such thoroughness in handling matters, the cooperation is sure to go smoothly.
March 1,
8 a. m.
When the Gwent were released in France and Japan, the well-behaved Vincent sat in the Transfiguration professor's office.
After he finished demonstrating Human Transfiguration, McGonagall on the other side has remained silent ever since.
Two full minutes.
"Professor, is there a problem?"
"I've just confirmed one thing." She looked at the wand in Vincent's hand.
"Mr. Wayne, I remember this is the thirteenth wand you picked out at Ollivander's shop."
The wizard chooses the wand, and the wand also chooses the wizard.
"Is it the problem?" Vincent examined the Alder Wand in his hand closely.
It was as straight as before, only now it had a few more scratches.
"It's your problem." McGonagall made a habitual wand-waving motion.
"Combining spellcasting techniques from three regions is truly a brilliant idea."
Relieved Vincent gripped his Alder Wand tightly. "Professor, I just found a shortcut."
McGonagall made no attempt to hide the admiration in her eyes. "That's already amazing."
Even shortening the blink of an eye, this technique can be very helpful to students.
Vincent suddenly had a bad feeling.
He blinked his big, pitiful eyes. "Professor, you know I haven't been able to find any free time lately."
"Your Human Transfiguration still needs more practice. I plan to start guiding your Animagus Transfiguration next school year."
"This..."
McGonagall pursed her lips slightly, as if trying to suppress a smile. "This was Professor Dumbledore's idea."
He said the Owl Court Club's Club Room was too small and asked me to decide whether to expand it.
That old geezer is wicked!
Can't we just pick any professor?
Hmm—it seems like that really won't work.
Highlighting key points is very helpful for students.
Vincent certainly wouldn't let go of this golden opportunity to win people's hearts.
The respectable professors are all respected by their students, while the unreliable one is in Azkaban, and the other's final judgment is coming soon.
If he were to organize training courses at the club, it would have a significant impact both on and off campus.
Make more friends and fewer enemies.
"Professor, I once heard a famous saying:"
Time is like water in a sponge; if you're willing to squeeze, there's always some left.
I am confident I can accomplish this task!
McGonagall finally couldn't hold back and shook her head with a smile, "Professor Dumbledore will be very pleased."
How could I not be pleased?
Vincent will go visit the Headmaster's Office tonight.
You can't just take something with you, but you can leave something behind.
Just by looking at his expression, she knew what mischief this child was up to again.
"It's almost time, hurry back and prepare for the first lesson."
Transfiguration class at 10 a. m. on Monday.
Vincent said with a serious face, "I will definitely be there on time!"
McGonagall laughed and angrily waved him away, telling him to get lost.
"Yes, Professor!"
Fortunately, she didn't actually roll off the ground, otherwise she would have had a hard time keeping her expression straight.
"A charming man loved by everyone, a heartthrob who makes flowers bloom wherever he goes..."
I opened the office drawer and found yesterday's Daily Prophet.
The title is a bit sensational; the content is about predictions for the release of Gwent in France and Japan today.
Vincent dubbed Rita a heartthrob, even exaggeratingly describing him as the wizard with the greatest potential to surpass Dumbledore at the end of the 20th century.
Before pulling the drawer shut, McGonagall glanced rather mysteriously at the photo that occupied half the newspaper page.
That was a photo of Rita's back taken when school started two years ago.
There's a very strong-smelling title above:
Wayne Enterprises – The most anticipated company at the end of the century!
Whether Rita was trying to flatter or not, the title she chose was not an exaggeration.
Dumbledore didn't think it was an exaggeration, and neither did McGonagall.
Vincent had just sat down in the Transfiguration classroom when James hurriedly sat down with a newspaper in hand.
"Old Wen, take a look at this right now!"
They didn't understand French, but they both recognized the tall woman who had taken a photo with Devin.
Madame Maxime. Olympe Maxim, headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
The Rosier Family is impressive; they even managed to get the school principal to come and keep things under control.
Having witnessed the grand spectacle of that Britain event, they were determined not to be outdone in terms of sheer force.