After leaving White Manor, Vincent Apparated to Molsheim, Alsace, France.
Bugatti originated in Italy, but its founder, Ettore Bugatti, had established the factory in Molsheim under his own surname and purchased Château Saint Jean as a gathering place for VIPs, clients, and racing drivers from around the world.
After a century of rises and falls, the factory had relocated several times, but Eric still decided to move the headquarters back.
When Vincent arrived at the château, Eric was discussing the construction of a world-class production facility within the castle grounds with several engineers.
"Money isn't a problem. Once this year's auto show is over, the Veyron will officially begin production."
Eric's lavish display of wealth left the engineers momentarily stunned.
The new owner was rich and willful, and Bugatti truly did need a new workshop to meet production demands.
After the engineers left, Vincent approached Eric with a strange expression. The latter seemed to still be immersed in fantasies of the future.
"Dad, where did you get the money to build a production facility?"
Eric spread his hands. "From selling cars."
"Selling cars?"
He smiled mysteriously. "There were four Veyrons in the home garage. One was sold to your Uncle Hunter, who runs hotels, one to the Duke of Cornwall, one to James Dyson, the founder of Dyson, and the last one was bought by Sirius Black for one ton of gold."
"What!?" Vincent nearly bit his tongue. "Dad, did I hear that right? How much gold?"
Eric held up one finger. "One ton."
Vincent sharply sucked in a breath.
At current gold prices, one ton of gold was worth roughly five million pounds, or nearly eleven million dollars.
The EB110 Bugatti had released two years ago cost only $480,000. Sirius really was absurdly rich—he had paid several times the