The Volkswagen Group, as the name suggests, produces cars for the masses.
On January 17, 1934, then-Prime Minister Adolf approved the proposal of its Founders Ferdinand Porsche to form Volkswagen AG, a company with 340,000 shareholders.
Porsche is definitely that Porsche.
The two car companies have cross-shareholdings and can be seen as different family businesses.
The Wayne family arrived at Wolfsburg Airport close to evening.
The Porsche family has too many dramatic stories to even begin to understand.
It's enough that the current chairman of the Volkswagen Group is the Founders's grandson.
Arriving at the club suite on the top floor of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, 56-year-old Ferdinand Piëch was already there.
He was an engineer by training and seemed to be a very meticulous person.
"Mr. Piëch."
"Hello, three members of the Wayne Family."
The existence of the Wizarding World is a top secret, and only a very small number of high-ranking officials in the Muggle government know about it.
When the symbol of the Deathly Hallows appeared on the tablecloth in front of Ferdinand, he was convinced that everything his grandfather had said was true.
Wizards exist, magic exists, and so do Wizards' Purity Party.
What is your relationship?
"Master and disciple, he is my mentor."
Ferdinand appeared particularly surprised.
According to his grandfather's description, the leader of the Wizards' Purity Party looked very much like Adolf.
They share similar philosophies and almost identical modes of action.
In the end, they all lost their original intentions and became paranoid and insane demons.
This kind of person actually took on apprentices in his later years?
Still Britain, a child.
"I think I should change my opinion of your mentor." Ferdinand's smile carried a hint of self-deprecation.
He seemed to have put aside his concerns and began to talk about the intermediary who connected the two sides, Ludwig Lensky.
"Half-blood Wizard?"
"One of your parents or grandparents is a person who does not know magic."
The elders of the Wizards' Purity Party were not only Half-blood Wizard, but also Muggle-born individuals.
Vincent's few simple words of conversation seemed to overturn Ferdinand's previous impression.
Compared to Adolf, a fanatical racist, Grindelwald was merely a slightly more radical revolutionary.
It doesn't matter if it's flattery or fawning, as long as the goodwill shown is genuine.
As Eric and Evelyn listened to the unfamiliar names that became their topic of conversation, the worry in their eyes began to gradually disappear.
Even when facing the heads of huge business groups, their sons seemed to be in complete control.
Having slightly unveiled some of the mysteries of the Wizarding World, it's time to get down to business.
Ferdinand did not immediately agree, but first carefully reviewed the concept drawings revised by the Bugatti team.
He was an engineer by training and was very aware of how crazy certain parameters could be.
There is a solution, of course, but it doesn't come through magic.
"Titanium alloy..." He put down the concept drawing with a troubled expression.
Choosing this type of metal, which is high in strength, corrosion-resistant, and heat-resistant, can indeed solve the problems of size and weight.
As horsepower increases, so does the heat and exhaust gases produced... Therefore, not only the engine, but also the exhaust system needs to use titanium alloys.
Based on current market prices, the final cost of this mass-producible concept car would likely be comparable to that of some high-end small private jets.
Ferdinand shook his head. "From a business management perspective, I don't recommend that Bugatti take the risk of realizing this crazy idea."
But--"
Seeing that the Wayne family remained calm, the corners of his mouth began to turn up slightly.
"However, from the perspective of an automotive engineer, I think it would be hard for me to refuse such a groundbreaking production sports car."
Volkswagen has partnered with Bugatti.
The two teams will work together and share all technological achievements.
After having dinner together in the hotel's club suite, the Wayne family of three bid Ferdinand a friendly farewell.
"Mr. Piëch, will Porsche feature a retractable rear wing next year?"
"Child, are you truly confident in our cooperation?"
"Of course, if we can't develop it by next year, we might have to sell our house to make up for the research funding."
Evelyn was amused, while Eric was amused by her amusement.
He stepped out of the elevator and into the hotel's main entrance, his face dark as he got into a taxi.
Vincent in the back seat was trying not to laugh.
It might not be enough to actually sell the house in a year or two, but the pressure will still be there.
It was 1 a. m. when the Wayne family returned to their hotel in Campogalliano, Germany, from Wolfsburg, Italy. They went to bed to rest.
It was a peaceful night.
But that's not the case for some people.
Vincent was woken up by the noise.
The owl was incredibly dedicated; it kept knocking on the window for over ten minutes.
When he got out of bed, Eric had already grabbed the newspaper.
"Dad, I suggest you cancel the subscription, so that people don't have to travel all the way from Britain to Italy every day."
"I gave double," Eric said, opening the newspaper.
Vincent walked to the sink and squeezed some toothpaste onto his toothbrush.
"Bloodyhell!" Eric suddenly exclaimed loudly after rinsing his mouth and brushing it a few times.
I was so scared that I almost swallowed the white foam in my mouth.
"Dad, do you know that toothpaste is harmful to your health?"
Evelyn rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Honey, don't you have a classmate whose family owns a dental clinic? Didn't she say that swallowing a little toothpaste is okay?"
Vincent didn't dare complain and quietly continued brushing his teeth.
Eric clicked his tongue as he read, "Looks like I really will have to unsubscribe in a few days."
The newspaper headline was very catchy.
In-depth analysis: The real reason why Azkaban had zero escapes!
However, the content...
This newspaper is hopeless; it's almost become like a certain series of books.
Yes, it's a scam.
Looking at Fudge's headshot alone isn't so bad, but combined with the rambling, praise-filled text, it becomes particularly disgusting.
It's not a big deal if people don't know, but the Wayne family is well aware of certain shady dealings.
Quirrell was merely an accomplice, and Lockhart was simply an unfortunate scapegoat.
If they dare to claim credit for the sorcerers' deeds, the officials probably won't investigate the matter much.
The Ministry of Magic is rotten to the core, and Fudge is the worst of the worst.
"Wow—it was Rita who wrote it." Eric threw the newspaper into the trash can with a look of disdain.
Knowing too much is actually a tragedy.
After washing up Vincent picked up the crumpled newspaper.
"Dad, what news made you so angry?"
"Go see for yourself!"
A few minutes later, the newspaper was thrown back into the trash can.
He was just inspecting Azkaban; he wasn't arrested and imprisoned.
A mysterious prison with zero escape records, and the most enlightened Minister for Magic in nearly half a century.
Compared to the boring reports from a while ago, this is indeed big news.
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