In contrast, Gwent's opening is much more exciting than The Wizard Cards's.
"A pity system for card draws?" Madam Zabini looked at the opposite side with great interest.
She seemed to have X-ray vision, able to see what was happening inside.
"Yes, Minister Fudge went two hundred times without winning, Greengrass Family went ten times with winning numbers."
"Greengrass?" Madam Zabini's face darkened, and she turned to stare coldly at a male wizard who had infiltrated the second group.
"Yes—yes." He didn't dare to raise his head, his lips trembling.
"Lucretia, there's nothing surprising about this." Old Flint walked over with a disdainful expression.
"Wayne the brat did something wrong, Fudge won't let him off easily."
"Please don't call me by my first name." Madam Zabini turned and went back into the shop.
Despite the subtlety, old Flint still sensed resistance.
He doesn't have much of a relationship with his wife, and they each do their own thing in private anyway.
The man who will become Lucretia Zabini's seventh husband is a high-ranking official in the French Ministry of Magic.
Conquering such a beautiful rose, which is cursed by nature, would surely bring an unprecedented pleasure.
Lucius, who had been watching him quietly, quickly concealed the disdain on his face.
Most of the "old friends" have left, and those who remain are either there out of respect for them or because they have designs on Madam Zabini.
Real customers? No.
The nearly 40,000 Galleon in winnings seem to be a huge advantage over Gwent, but that's just an illusion.
If we had played it the way we initially did, the Wizard Cards would have really been doomed.
"Post the notice up there." As soon as Lucius finished speaking, Old Crabbe and Old Goyle grinned and walked out of the shop.
Whether it's a gold card or a colored card, in the end it's all just a pile of scrap metal.
Wizard Cards made of gold and silver and inlaid with tiny gems, costing 1 Galleon, is undoubtedly a game-changer.
There's no need to rely on luck; it inherently possesses value exceeding its price. Any normal person knows how to choose.
Putting aside the gameplay, this idea is indeed correct.
As soon as the Black Swan Wizard Card House's price reduction notice was posted, some wizards who had long lost patience arrived.
When they displayed cards worth far more than their actual value, a large number of wizards, seeing an opportunity to profit, flocked to them.
Lucius appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was utterly contemptuous.
One or two Auror specially dispatched by the Ministry of Magic have been sent here to maintain order.
Madam Zabini and old Flint had already gone up to the second floor; after taking one last look, it was time for them to leave.
Gwent has a card pool, so there's no need to hire shop assistants.
How could the noble and elegant Lord Lucius possibly deal with ordinary wizards all the time?
If you "condescend" too often, you'll lose your value.
The twenty highly paid shop assistants are already in place; they are all professionals with impeccable appearance and manners.
"Low blood is low blood, and those people will never reach our level—"
As soon as Lucius arrived on the second floor, he heard old Flint belittling the people across the street.
Although he was the same, he would not underestimate Vincent.
Such a grand spectacle cannot be explained by luck alone.
Old Parkinson casually sat between the two. "Frantz, underestimating your opponent is not a good habit."
"Iagos, is there something wrong with what I said?"
He glanced at the bustling scene downstairs. "These people are all here for profit. You know what I'm trying to say."
Of course, there will be a frenzy of buying when there are discounts; without discounts, things will just go back to the way they were before.
This is a very foolish way of playing.
Lucius stood by the window, a slight smile beginning to spread across his face.
Since the gacha pool is so useful, he definitely won't miss it.
The value of the cards is determined by the secondary market, but the majority of the market is determined by them.
The same gacha system, the only difference is that the secondary market is manipulated to inflate value.
Like gambling, once you get a taste of success, you'll only become more reckless.
"I have to Wayne," Lucius said, turning to them. "Thanks to his idea, we can make even bigger profits."
Old Parkinson nodded thoughtfully.
Probability doesn't matter, and neither does the type of card.
Even the most common one, the price can rise to whatever level the people behind the scenes want it to.
Madam Zabini said expressionlessly, "The cost of cultivating a secondary market for trading cards is no less than what I've already invested, is it?"
"The greater the investment, the greater the final reward." Old Flint's slightly ingratiating expression was ignored by her.
"Lucretia, if we expand our market to Europe and then globally, the profits we can earn will far exceed our expectations."
Madam Zabini looked him straight in the eye.
For her, Gold Galleons were just a number, but no one would complain about having too many.
Human nature is greedy; everyone craves opportunism.
Once a secondhand market is established, there will be a continuous stream of wizards joining in.
As card dealers, they would do everything they could to stabilize the market and prevent themselves from being the last ones left holding the bag.
When it's time to harvest, all it takes is a gentle swing of the sickle to reap huge rewards.
Lucius, who devised this plan, had a perfect grasp of human weaknesses.
"Won't our reputation get really bad?"
"Nobody knows that we manipulated the market."
"What if we get discovered?"
"The old method: shut the Ministry of Magic up."
Just like how the Muggle stock market operates, this is exactly what Wayne, the shrewd businessman, wants to do but dares not.
The huge short-term profits are very tempting, but the long-term profits that Gwent can bring are more promising.
From campus tournaments to national tournaments to regional tournaments, and finally to the world tournament, like Quidditch.
It has both a good reputation and the ability to make a lot of money.
Vincent, wearing a fake smile, followed Fudge toward the Black Swan Wizard Card House.
All 10,000 Gwent have been drawn, and it took less than an hour and a half in total.
If the Wizard Cards hadn't dropped in price, they would have been at least a third cheaper.
"Welcome!" The two shop assistants were stunned the moment they looked up.
The Minister for Magic is alright, but what's the rival boss doing here?
To cause trouble?
A large group of people followed behind, making it seem like a real event.
A shop assistant stumbled and ran up to the second floor.
"Master Lucius, something terrible has happened!"
"They've brought a group of people over here and are causing trouble!"
The group of people who were swimming in the imagined ocean of Gold Galleons suddenly came to their senses.
Lucius, who was the first to regain consciousness, glanced at the shop assistant kneeling in front of him.
He seemed flustered; it couldn't be fake.
"What are we waiting for!" Old Flint stood up and twisted his neck. "That brat Wayne dared to come over only because Fudge was there."
"And then Dumbledore," Old Parkinson grinned coldly, "Pretending to care about his colleagues, as if he's already won?"
Lucius put on a fake smile. "In any case, the Wizard Cards did borrow ideas from Gwent."
However, the world is cruel; what belongs to you may not always belong to you.