Manor Estate

Hearing Valentin's words, Li Wei and Grave Sanchez both realized that he wanted to make another killing off the Dissolution of the Soviet Union!

But neither of them stopped him. After all, they were trading in Galleons, so there was practically no risk.

Unlike Muggle paper currency, which had no inherent value and could only serve as a general equivalent.

Magical currencies such as Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts were minted by Goblins using alchemy and various precious metals. They possessed extraordinary value in themselves.

Even amid the Dissolution of the Soviet Union, the Galleons circulating within the Soviet Union retained their value without the slightest fluctuation.

Only wizards deeply entangled with the Muggle World and holding large amounts of Muggle currency faced the risk of bankruptcy.

The three returned to the Nightfall Tavern on Old Arbat Street. Passing through the black iron curtain hanging inside the tavern, they entered Red Star Street, the equivalent of England's Diagon Alley.

"This place wasn't called Red Star Street before, and I doubt it'll be called that in the future either!"

Valentin made the pointed remark, then led Li Wei and the other man to the Foreign Asset Management Division office stationed on Red Star Street.

The Soviet Union had always had its own national conditions. Even wizard commercial streets did not have an absolutely free market; everything had to follow the plan.

Most of the shops on Red Star Street had closed, and only a few people were still working at the Foreign Asset Management Division office.

The office director personally received Valentin and the others.

To Li Wei's surprise, the director had the same bloodline as Professor Flitwick.

As a result, Li Wei felt a little more affinity when facing the office director.

"Good day, Valentin. What brings you here? Outside has