The high-level meeting of the German Ministry of Magic continued into the afternoon.
Due to the intense argument, Belg had no choice but to initiate a vote.
The final result was 13 to 12, with just one more vote in favor of partnering with Wayne Enterprises.
After signing the magic Contract with Vincent, Belg showed a rare sign of fatigue.
"Mr. Minister, you could actually live a simpler life."
Belg saw sincerity in Vincent's deep blue eyes.
He shook his head slightly. "Mr. Wayne, the responsibilities of the Minister for Magic do not allow me to live an easy life. Although we have reached an agreement, I can terminate the Contract at any time."
In order to crack the tough nut of the German Ministry of Magic, Wayne Enterprises not only conceded many profits but also accepted several unequal terms.
The first issue is the regulation of Magical Base Station and related equipment.
Wayne Enterprises needs to grant the German Ministry of Magic maximum authority, including but not limited to auditing and monitoring.
Secondly, it is necessary to ensure the security of the alchemy equipment. In the event of a privacy breach, Wayne Enterprises will be required to compensate the German Ministry of Magic for all losses incurred.
Finally, the German Ministry of Magic has the unilateral and unconditional right to terminate the Contract until Wayne Enterprises gains sufficient trust to supplement the Contract with additional terms.
Faced with such sincerity, even the most vehemently opposed extreme conservatives had no objections.
Despite continued concerns about the uncertain future, the Germany Wizarding World has finally taken the first step forward.
The following afternoon.
Vincent arrived at the Colosseum alone.
Cheshire and Abraham, who are in charge of setting up Magical Base Station, have already set off for Germany. Currently, only the Middle East remains in the world where magic Contract have not been fully signed.
Compared to flying brooms, they clearly preferred Flying Carpet and were not particularly fond of Quidditch.
However, given that this is a global event held only once every four years, we believe that Rinne will soon bring good news.
Vincent slipped away from the tourists' view and quietly entered the adjacent cellar entrance from the performance area on the central flat.
To ensure the smooth running of the Europe qualifiers, the Italian Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government temporarily requisitioned this place as the contestants' backstage area.
The originally simple cellar was transformed into a huge space after being expanded by the Undetectable Extension Charm, and the interior decoration was also exceptionally luxurious.
Vincent briefly greeted the staff and then went to a small, luxurious room whose door was not closed.
As soon as he entered, the enthusiastic Minister Scipio greeted him.
"Mr. Wayne, come here, let me introduce you."
There was also a short, thin wizard in the room.
He was bald but had a long beard, which made him look particularly kind.
Scipio led Vincent to him. "Chairman Mustafa, this is Vincent Wayne, Chairman of Wayne Enterprises."
Mustafa extended his thin hand. "Hello, Mr. Wayne, I am Hassan Mustafa, the president of the International Quidditch Federation."
Vincent shook his hand. "I've heard so much about you, Mr. Chairman."
Mustafa patted his shoulder with a friendly smile. "Not at all, Mr. Wayne. It should be me who has long admired your reputation."
The International Quidditch Federation is actually not very prominent. Unless you are Quidditch fan, wizards will only see them at the World Cup every four years.
The title of legendary Alchemists apprentice was undoubtedly much more prestigious, but Vincent dared not take his joke seriously.
"Mr. Chairman, you have always been deeply supported by us Quidditch enthusiasts. Without your efforts, the World Cup, held every four years, would probably not be as popular as it is now."
In the 1970s, due to the rapid development of Muggle technology, the International Quidditch Federation once faced pressure to cancel the World Cup.
Mustafa had only been with the company for a few years at the time, but he barged into the executives' meeting room and told them that the cancellation of the Quidditch World Cup meant a loss of sportsmanship, and that they should withstand the pressure to hold the event no matter how difficult it was.
The frequent fan clashes each year were only one of the reasons for the cancellation; the key reason was that the risk of being discovered by Muggle was inevitably increasing year by year.
In order to ensure the smooth running of the World Cup, Mustafa racked his brains and took a series of preventive measures.
Fans can feel his love for Quidditch, and since he became president of the International Confederation of Wizards, there have been no major clashes for many years.
Small-scale verbal fights are still unavoidable, but they usually don't escalate to the point where it's necessary to draw a wand.
However, with the rapid advancement of Muggle technology, the risk of being discovered always exists.
Therefore, Mustafa made sweeping reforms to the format of this Quidditch World Cup, changing the qualifying system from two years in advance to a preliminary round system that starts one and a half months in advance.
Although high-intensity matches can make players more prone to fatigue, wizards always have ways to get into peak condition before the matches. The key is that concentrating the matches together greatly reduces the chances of being discovered by Muggle.
When Wayne Enterprises offered to broadcast the event, Mustafa traveled all the way from Egypt to Italy just to witness the Magical Projection's real-life effects.
Being able to watch high-quality matches without being physically present not only further expands Quidditch's influence but also completely silences the International Confederation of Wizards, leaving them with no reason to demand the cancellation of the World Cup.
All the alchemy equipment has been set up in and around the Colosseum in the Europe region, but it's only a little past 3 p. m. and there are still quite a few Muggle tourists around.
Mustafa was surprised and puzzled that Vincent knew so much about his deeds.
But he quickly became modest, "Mr. Wayne, Quidditch has grown to its current size thanks to everyone in the International Confederation of Wizards. I just did what I was supposed to do."
Vincent had a great liking for him.
Capable, hardworking, humble, and unassuming.
Dumbledore should learn more from others. The reputation of the International Confederation of Wizards has been getting worse and worse in recent years, largely due to the inaction of Dumbledore as its president.
The British Ministry of Magic has been thrown into chaos by Fudge. As the superior authority, the International Confederation of Wizards can intervene directly at any time to rectify the corrupt practices of those high-ranking leaders.
However, after all these years, Fudge is still as greedy as ever, and the British Ministry of Magic is still the same old wretch.
Vincent shook his head inwardly at this thought.
"Mr. Chairman, Mr. Minister, it's still early. Why don't we sit down and have a chat?"
His proposal was approved by both of them.
The discussion started with the principles of Magical Base Station and Magical Projection, and continued all the way to the strength of the teams from various countries in the Quidditch World Cup.
Scipio and Mustafa both follow foreign news, so they naturally knew that Vincent was the Chaser on the school team and had particularly outstanding results in the games.
The performance of a flying broom is secondary; the key is athletic talent.
Mustafa scrutinized Vincent's slightly bulging suit sleeves.
"Mr. Wayne, I heard that you received Muggle combat training from a young age. Do you have any plans to become a professional fighter after graduation?"
Vincent shook his head decisively, "Mr. Chairman, you overestimate me. My skill level is fine for campus competitions, but I'd rather not compete in professional matches."
Scipio chuckled, "Mr. Wayne, I find you to be even more humble than the Chairman."
Anyone who knows Vincent even slightly, even just through Gwent, knows how outrageous his performance in the school tournament was.
Especially when playing against the Slytherin Quidditch Team.
In his first year with the team, he ended their six-year championship streak; in his second year, he swept them clean; and in his third year, even when they were heavily targeted, he was still able to handle it with ease.
Vincent waved his hand at Scipio, "Mr. Minister, please spare me. After graduation, I have to manage a multinational company. I don't have the extra energy to think about anything else."
To be honest, he wasn't very interested in Quidditch.
Playing it occasionally is fine, but professional players should probably avoid it.