Marchioni was a man passionate about pursuing wealth, and he had never been subtle about it.
After signing the contract, Marchioni immediately urged them on to the next step. He was unwilling to waste even a second that could be spent making money. This time, Professor Murray had Steven entertain the guests at the party while he accompanied Wade to Marchioni's magic workshop.
"We'd better get the first batch of goods on the shelves before school starts. The students and their parents will definitely be willing to empty their wallets for our products." Marchioni spoke enthusiastically. "We can also offer different packaging, quantities, and qualities. Even if we just add some patterns to the parchment and sprinkle on some gold powder, the pure-blood nobles will be willing to pay three times the price. Oh, and I need to rush out a batch of posters so we can put them up in Diagon Alley tomorrow morning!"
Wade could not help clicking his tongue. "Will there be enough time?"
"Of course!" Marchioni winked. "My dear Wade, in the world of magic, anything is possible!"
Wade had thought he possessed some marvelous spell that could speed up production. However, when they used Floo Powder to arrive at Marchioni's company, he discovered that it was actually the power of money.
The company lobby was extremely spacious. A small flowing waterfall stood in its center, and the words "Aslan's Magic Workshop" shimmered with golden light above the rippling water. The arched dome was painted with images of various magical creatures, some of which moved slowly. Burning fireplaces lined the walls, green flames rising and falling as wizards occasionally stepped out from them.
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