Despite Pippin's consistent opinion that Lucius was an obnoxious guy, he had to admit, "That guy is fucking rich!"
He spent 6,000 Galleon in one go.
The money was piled up on the table, almost filling the entire surface, so Pippin had to put away his teacup.
Even so, the gold coins still stretched the bag outwards, causing it to sag limply at the edge of the table.
"It seems we don't lack start-up capital. Thank you, Mr. Malfoy," Silan said.
"No need to be so polite," Lucius, waving his hand politely.
Looking at the large bag of gold coins on the table, Silan felt a sense of comfort and satisfaction.
Although Lucius was a bit difficult to deal with, he was a smart man after all, and he was easy to get along with, and very sensible.
The money on the table was clearly something Lucius had prepared beforehand, to use as an apology if he ever lost in the negotiations.
Silan doesn't dislike people who can see the situation clearly.
Pippin lifted the money bag from the table with both hands and went to the side to count the money.
After setting aside the necessary material costs, Pippin put the remaining 3,000 Galleon into another small bag.
"This is for you, Mr. Prewett." Pippin, beaming, placed the bag containing 3,000 Galleon in front of Silan.
Silan glanced at it with some surprise. "So much left?"
Although the materials for Hemostatic Healing Potion and Baruffio's Brain Elixir are not expensive, Fire-Control Potion are not cheap.
He estimated that the cost of 50 sets of materials would be at least 3,500 Galleon.
Pippin has only received 3000, which is clearly not enough.
Pippin chuckled and said, "Our family has been running Potions for many years and has a good supply chain. 3,000 Galleon is enough. If there's any left over, consider it a tip for my hard work."
While this statement made sense, Silan knew in his heart that even with a stable supply channel, 3,000 Galleon would probably just cover the costs.
There's no way any hard-earned money will be left over.
"Pippin is deliberately giving me the money, probably as a way of thanking me..." Silan thought to herself.
Having figured all this out, Silan didn't refuse.
Anyway, as long as the Sale Event starts, even if it's only a 10% profit, Pippin will still have a steady stream of Galleon coming in.
After the agreement was reached and the benefits were divided, the three immediately drafted and signed a contract.
After finishing all that, Silan prepared to return to Hogwarts.
Before leaving, Lucius suddenly stopped him and asked curiously, "How did Mr. Prewett know that my real purpose wasn't to make money?"
Silan picked up the money bag on the table and smiled, "It's simple. Even when using the same Fire-Control Potion, Potions-er use it to keenly sense the temperature of the cauldron, while Alchemy use it to better control the flame. Both are involved in Potions trading, so naturally some are doing it for fame, and some for profit."
"Since the Malfoy family is not short of money, it's not hard to guess that they're doing this for family honor."
Lucius was completely convinced and shook his head repeatedly, still finding it hard to believe that a Third Year student had made such a judgment.
Carrying the heavy purse, Silan walked out of Pippin's Potions.
It was the dead of night outside, a cool breeze was blowing, and a pale moon hung in the night sky, casting a white, frosty light that made the entire Hogsmeade appear shadowy.
Just as I stepped out of Pippin's Potions, an owl flew over, carrying a note in its beak.
"Come to my office when you get back."
The note contained only one sentence, followed by a signature in initials: "Cyber Snape".
Silan put the note away and walked forward, carrying the money bag.
Instead of putting the money into the Ring, he reached out, took one, and gently tossed it into the air.
The golden Galleon tumbled over, shimmering in the moonlight, before finally settling into the Ring with a crisp tinkling sound.
That's the sound of gold coins clinking together.
Upon hearing this voice, Silan closed her eyes with great satisfaction, revealing a blissful smile.
This kind of sound is what makes him feel most happy.
It's often said that money corrupts the heart, Silan doesn't think that's entirely true, because the hardship and hunger brought on by a lack of money can also drive people to take desperate measures.
Poverty not only torments the spirit, but also endlessly torments the body.
Silan understands this deeply; he himself is an example of it.
"The saying 'When a coin rings, someone's soul goes to heaven' is indeed true; receiving money can really make you feel like you're in heaven." Silan took out another coin, tossed it into the air, and caught it with her Ring.
He hurried toward Hogwarts under the moonlight, taking out a gold coin with each step, tossing it into the air, and catching it with his Ring.
Listening to the pleasant clinking of the gold coins, Silan didn't find the journey boring at all.
He took out his last gold coin, tossed it into the air with a clink, and when he looked up again, he was already standing in front of Hogwarts.
After Silan left, Lucius and Pippin sat in the shop staring at each other blankly for a while.
"Alright, Lucius, we should head back now. I need to prepare Potions Ingredients tomorrow," Pippin broke the silence first.
Lucius ignored him, then suddenly asked with a puzzled look, "How exactly did you find Mr. Prewett in the first place?"
"Just a bit of luck."
Although Pippin tried hard to appear profound and inscrutable, he couldn't hide the smile on his lips.
So it actually looks like showing off.
Lucius rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay him any more attention, and grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, throwing it into the fireplace.
With a flash of green light, Lucius returned to the familiar Malfoy Manor.
It was late at night, but the room was still brightly lit. Narcissa was lying on her side on the sofa, looking through photos of the three of them.
"You're back... Ah!" Narcissa asked as she stood up, seeing the flames dancing in the fireplace, but then realized something was amiss.
When Lucius left, his clothes were neat and his top hat was high, but now not only were his clothes wrinkled, but his top hat had also drooped, making him look utterly disheveled.
"What happened? Did you two get into a fight?" Narcissa rushed over, looked him up and down, and asked with concern.
"No," Lucius replied listlessly.
"It doesn't seem to be going too well." Narcissa stepped forward, took Lucius's arm, and led him to sit down on the sofa.
Thinking about tonight's negotiations, Lucius could only shake his head and smile bitterly.
Judging from the results, he did achieve his goal.
The problem is, this was entirely a handout given to them out of respect for Severus.
If we disregard this relationship, tonight's negotiations can be described as a complete failure.
Narcissa got up and helped Lucius take off his coat, and was surprised to find that his shirt underneath was soaked with sweat and clung to his body.
It's clear they went through a tough fight.
Lucius sat sullenly on the sofa, his mind still replaying the details of the evening's negotiations, trying to find some flaws in Silan's strategy through debriefing. But in the end, he could only let out a long sigh.
It was completely flawless.
Prewett's mind is terrifyingly deep, yet his outward appearance is deceptively kind.
Recalling Silan's performance during the negotiations, Lucius found it hard to reconcile him with the Prewett, whose members had been Gryffindor brutes for generations.
They're not even the same species!
It's like Troll and Flobberworm —they're completely incompatible!
Narcissa placed Lucius's coat on the hanger, wrapped her arms around his neck from behind the sofa, and nuzzled his face with her chin. "You've worked hard, darling."
"Sorry, I smell of sweat," Lucius said awkwardly.
Narcissa, oblivious to his presence, whispered in his ear, "Yes, it's making me dizzy... Would you like some strawberry pudding?"
After saying that, Narcissa walked briskly to the table next to her and brought over a plate.
Above is the strawberry pudding she had prepared long ago.
"You remember?" Lucius said.
"Of course. Open your mouth."
Narcissa scooped a spoonful of pudding with a small spoon, held it under her hand, and fed it to Lucius.
Perhaps it was the familiar surroundings, his gentle wife, and the effect of the sugar that relaxed Lucius's tense nerves, and he began to talk about the negotiations.
Not wanting to lose face in front of his wife, Lucius deliberately kept his words brief.
Even so, Narcissa could still tell how thrilling the negotiations that night had been.
"Severus has truly taught a remarkable student." It's no wonder that the two, being husband and Narcissa, shared the same sentiment as Lucius.
Lucius, with a mix of frustration and envy, pouted and said, "Who says otherwise? And she's so young..."
"However, this isn't necessarily a bad thing." Narcissa's eyes flashed as she pondered, "Since he's close to Severus, we can use him to invite Severus to the Sale Event. Wouldn't that be a great opportunity for us to showcase our family's strength?"
Lucius's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Great idea! Why didn't I think of that!"
He turned and planted a quick kiss on Narcissa's cheek, then wrapped his arms around her waist and said affectionately, "What would I do without you?"
Narcissa wrapped her arms around Lucius, resting her head on his shoulder. "Then shouldn't you do something nice and feed me strawberry pudding?"
"Okay, okay."
After seeing both customers off, Pippin closed the shop and went home, beaming with pride...