Rocket Crossbow Launch
"Dad, I want to buy Rocket Crossbow!"
In Diagon Alley, Malfoy, holding Lucius's hand, swayed it back and forth, pleading, "Please, buy me a Rocket Crossbow."
Lucius: "..."
"Draco, are you running a fever? You're talking strangely."
Malfoy blushed slightly, coughed twice, and said earnestly, "Father, I need this Rocket Crossbow. I'll ride it to defeat Gryffindor in next year's tournament."
Lucius nodded in satisfaction. This was his little dragon—ruthless, cold-blooded, and a chosen one of heaven!
"Don't worry, Father will buy it for you," Lucius said affectionately, ruffling Malfoy's hair.
However, when the father and son arrived at the Rocket Crossbow shop, they were dumbfounded.
The brightly lit shop was already packed with fanatical wizards, some of whom were even waving their Undetectable Extension Bag and shouting that they wanted to buy Rocket Crossbow.
Suddenly, the shop door opened, and enthusiastic customers outside leaped in.
"My God, 1000 Galleon! That's the same price as the newly released Nimbus 2001! What a bargain!"
"Wrap all of these up for me, quick!"
Within minutes, Rocket Crossbow that had just been put on display in the shop were sold out. The shop owner came out with an apologetic look. "Sorry, we've sold out of Rocket Crossbow for today. So, everyone, please come back tomorrow."
The shopkeeper was none other than Fute's father, a fifth-year Slytherin student who had been Thompson's underling but had since sided with Lester.
Lester had his father work in his Guild, and now that he had the Flying Broomstick Shop, he transferred him to be the shopkeeper.
The other Muggle-born sales associates also apologized very sincerely.
Although they had to apologize to the guests on their first day of work, no one expressed any dissatisfaction.
The benefits at this shop are truly exceptional; they offer 20 Galleon per month, plus room and board, and most importantly, they only work eight hours a day.
My God, eight hours! In fact, they couldn't believe that there really were jobs that lasted eight hours.
Moreover, ordinary service staff, due to the exploitation by purebloods and the imbalance between supply and demand, often only receive a pitiful 10 Galleon a month, not even counting food expenses.
Therefore, the working conditions at Bide Group are incredibly generous.
"Sir, I'm so sorry, we still have new Rocket Crossbow for sale every day," a Muggle-born waiter said with a forced smile.
"Since we have just opened, our products will be available in limited quantities. We will increase the purchase quantity in three days."
Every waiter worked diligently and attentively to serve every dissatisfied customer.
Because their wages aren't fixed; they get a commission of 1 Silver Sickle for Rocket Crossbow sold.
Furthermore, their base salary can be increased if sales volume is high.
In the Wizarding World, five Galleon can support a family of three for a month; who wouldn't want a higher salary?
"Sir, please have a seat. We have complimentary coffee and tea, and biscuits over here!"
Faced with this group of smiling sales assistants, even though the customers were filled with anger, they had nowhere to vent it. You can't hit someone who's all smiles, so they could only leave angrily, deciding that they would be the first to barge in tomorrow.
Inside the shop, Young Malfoy looked at the sold-out Rocket Crossbow, utterly disappointed, his frustration written all over his face.
"Father, let's come back tomorrow, the Rocket Crossbow are sold out."
"Who said he's sold out?" Lucius said confidently, patting Malfoy on the shoulder. "My child, you are a noble Malfoy. Whatever you desire, you will have!"
"Don't worry, your father will definitely get you the Rocket Crossbow today!"
Lucius was very confident. Recently, for some reason, Fudge, a top official in the Ministry of Magic, had suddenly become friendly towards him and had given the Malfoy family a lot of preferential treatment.
Even the Ministry of Magic's chief investigator of Dark Magic items deliberately bypassed the Malfoy family.
Lucius now believes that, apart from a few big shots, no one in the entire Wizarding World dares to disrespect him.
Oh, and those few ruthless dark wizards aside, they were truly terrifying. If he hadn't run fast, he wouldn't be seeing his precious eldest son now.
Confidently leading Draco to the shopkeeper, Lucius said calmly, "I am Lucius Malfoy, and I need to see your superior."
"My boss?" Fute shook his head politely and said, "Sorry, my boss isn't in the store right now, so... wait, that's my boss."
At the entrance, Sang Biao swaggered in, surveying the shop with great satisfaction.
Lucius followed the direction Fute was pointing and his expression immediately changed. "Is he your boss?"
"Yes, aren't you looking for him? I'll take you to see him right now!"
"No need!" Lucius's face turned green instantly. Damn it, what a small world! How did I run into this heartless bastard here?
"I suddenly remembered that your mother told us to come home on time for dinner, Draco. As a man, you can't break your promise to a woman. So, can we buy the Rocket Crossbow tomorrow?"
"Yes, Father!" Malfoy looked at his father with great admiration, without any doubt.
As expected of his father, a member of the Malfoy family, holding a high position, yet never forgetting his wife, truly inspiring his admiration.