Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

After Karl’s introduction, everyone turned to look at the door of the room, only to see it surrounded by many black-clad bodyguards.

A young, handsome white man, with his signature smile, kept shaking hands and talking with others.

As they slowly approached the stage, the personal PC users and representatives of hacker organizations showed great enthusiasm along the way.

Other company executives, as the ruling class of this country, seemed a little at a loss.

At such critical moments, they are of course much better informed than ordinary people, but it is also truly because of this reason.

This made them not know what to do for a moment.

"Isn't he campaigning in New York? The vote count in some middle states like Iowa and southern states is also tight."

"There are only four days left before the vote count. Why is he here if not canvassing for votes? Is he out of his mind?"

"I think you are out of your mind. Don't forget his campaign slogan. The economy is at the heart of his campaign. It's all over America now."

"What could be more impactful to the economy than this? After this press conference, we will see another billionaire emerge out of nowhere."

Corporate executives were talking about it, and some young executives seemed a little green and had no idea why the other party suddenly appeared here.

Some older executives seemed much more sophisticated and pointed out the problems directly.

But more people still report to their leaders secretly through their mobile phones, or call some familiar fund managers.

See if you can raise some cash first through leverage. After all, if you can get shares from this company next, you will really soar.

While everyone knows it tacitly, there is one person who feels the most uncomfortable, and that is Mr. Rusev, who just announced the lawsuit.

At this moment, he felt like a clown, being played around by others.

Although no one said anything on the surface about the emergence of this presidential candidate, in fact, everything was said.

The other party's appearance is enough to show that the future US government is ready to cooperate with the young man in front of him.

Even if this guy can't become the President of the United States, the other party can just find another party. As for betting on the wrong horse or choosing the wrong side.

There is no problem at all. After all, this is America. There is nothing that cannot be traded. It is just a matter of price.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hohenzollern!"

On the other side of the stage, Mr. Clinton, as soon as he came on stage, immediately shook hands with Carl warmly and showed his signature smile.

Karl was pulled to the center of the stage, where countless reporters were standing below, carrying cameras and taking pictures frantically.

Under the continuous shining of white flashing lights, Carl also responded politely.

"Thank you very much for coming, Mr. President, but we seem to have encountered some accidents just now, and your speech may be delayed by about five minutes."

"My chief technology officer hasn't finished talking about my company's future technology development path."

"As for other legal issues, I think after all the speeches are over, it is time to formally submit the listing request to you and your government for judgment."

"I think it's not too late to discuss it again."

"It seems that I am not the most important to you."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Clinton also began to perform. The young governor possessed the qualities of a political star.

He made an exaggerated sad expression, which made everyone in the audience laugh, but I didn't know how much of the laughter was real and how much was fake.

And after the performance, he suddenly pretended to be very serious.

"But I still need to correct you. I am not the president of the United States yet. We may not necessarily win this election."

"Not necessarily." Carl showed a determined expression, then changed his tone and said sadly with a pout.

"Because I have marked all the listing documents as being submitted to the Clinton administration for review."

"If you really don't become the President of the United States, then I will have to redo all my information, and I will lose a lot of money."

"Hahaha, you're too polite, Mr. Hohenzollern."

Amidst the laughter and joy, all the deals were completed secretly, and the corporate executives in the audience were like puppets being manipulated by strings.

He played the role of a background board throughout the whole show, laughing when he should laugh and being quiet when he should be quiet.

Looking at those hypocritical faces, Carl sometimes had to admire that some people really deserved to get rich.

After all, knowing when to laugh and when to be quiet is a science.

The idea that democratic countries have no human relationships and worldly wisdom only exists in the imagination of some special two-legged dogs in the Eastern big country.

"Why don't you just stop giving the speech?"

Just as Karl was sighing, Cedric suddenly spoke, he was no longer angry at this time, but still a little nervous.

No matter how stupid he was, he could see that the focus of the whole audience had shifted to the middle-aged man sitting next to him.

And from what Carl said, the other party may very well be the next president of the United States. It is hard to tell whether Carl's business can be successful.

The other party must play a vital role. He is not afraid of making a fool of himself, nor is he afraid of those people's difficulties.

Even if he couldn't subdue these people as easily as Carl, he could always just walk away.

After all, these people mean nothing to him.

But it’s different now. All of this involves Karl’s interests. This guy is annoying, unreasonable and biased.

But he has already broken into my life.

"Don't worry. I told you that before you finish your speech, you are the protagonist of this stage. No one can change that."

Just as Cedric hesitated, Carl spoke firmly.

At the same time, he suddenly turned his eyes, deliberately lowered his head slowly, and whispered softly in the other person's ear.

"And didn't you hear a word just now?"

"What?" Cedric's voice was a little panicked, and his earlobes began to turn red again.

"Our future president just said that I am not the most important to you. He was right."

“Do you want to know the answer to this question?”

Cedric turned to look at Carl in surprise, but all he saw was a smile of success on his face.

"Give your speech well. If the effect is not as expected, then you will not get the answer. You are excluded from this answer."

As he said this, while everyone’s attention was still attracted to Mr. Clinton, Karl slapped Cedric hard on the buttocks.

This loud and crisp sound attracted everyone's attention.

"You're bullying me again, you annoying bastard!!!"