Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"What?" Jamie Dimon was visibly stunned for a few seconds. He is the CEO and chairman of the board of directors of JPMorgan Chase Bank.

Normally, even federal senators wouldn't dare to make such jokes when meeting with him.

Not to mention the financing representatives of listed companies, who were all trembling in front of him and tried every means to please him.

But he didn't expect this Texas cowboy to make fun of his hair.

But as an old fox who has been active in the financial market for many years, he quickly reacted and joked in a calm tone.

"Of course. Being the CEO of JPMorgan Chase Bank is a damn position that will make anyone lose their hair. There are countless tedious tasks to deal with every day."

"From the moment I opened my eyes, countless reports were waiting for me to review over the phone. It's been a long time since I enjoyed a dinner cooked by my wife."

"Even if I have the best nutritionist, look at my stomach, it's not as flat as yours."

As he said this, the billionaire, who was worth tens of billions, actually unbuttoned his suit and exposed his big belly which was covered by his tailor-made clothes.

He revealed it directly in front of Daniel Harvey and even patted him on purpose.

"You are really honest." Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who was patting his big belly in front of him.

Daniel Xavi also had to sigh that sometimes success requires many conditions, but personal ability is always an indispensable part.

At least now it seems that this long-renowned wealthy man is indeed not an ordinary person.

Everything that happened next further confirmed his thoughts. After the two sides exchanged greetings, he was led by the other party to the place where the real discussion was to take place.

There was no luxurious leather sofa as imagined, but instead two wooden rocking chairs that were very common in Texas farmlands.

And there are no expensive works of art around, instead there is a huge photograph.

The photo was probably taken in the fields of Texas. In the foreground of the photo, golden corn cobs are densely arranged, like a shimmering golden ocean.

The sunlight shines through the clouds and onto the rice fields, making each corn kernel sparkle with warm light.

In the middle of the photo, you can see a group of cattle and sheep foraging leisurely on the green grass. Their figures appear particularly harmonious under the sunlight, blending into the surrounding natural scenery.

In the background of the photo, a quaint farm building stands on the horizon, its color complementing the surrounding natural scenery, adding a sense of tranquility and history to the entire picture.

The light and shadow effects in the entire photo are excellent. The interweaving of sunlight and shadow makes the whole picture full of three-dimensionality.

The atmosphere of the photo is warm and peaceful, making people feel the tranquility and beauty of the Texas farmland.

Of course, the most important point is that the photo is large enough to completely surround the two wooden rocking chairs.

Being in it, he seemed to be back in the summer of his childhood, sitting on the balcony of the house with his father and brothers.

Listening to country music on the radio, drinking beer and watching the rising sun in the distance slowly disappear over the horizon.

"Please take a seat, sir." As the host, Jamie Damon took the lead in extending the invitation, and then he took the lead and lay down in a rocking chair.

His body swayed rhythmically, and he seemed to be enjoying the feeling at the moment.

"You really put a lot of effort into this." Daniel Harvey sat in the rocking chair on the other side. He didn't lie down on it nor did he enjoy the feeling of the rocking.

He just sat on the edge of the rocking chair, staring straight at the "big shot" in front of him.

"From the moment I entered Wall Street, or more precisely, from the moment you got the news."

"You have investigated all my past. I can even say that you now know me better than I know myself."

"There was no need for that, either. The bug in the Cadillac or the scene in the elevator."

"You know I'm just a country boy. I didn't go to college, not even community college."

"I haven't played any stocks. The only financial investment I've made is buying one or two lottery tickets while drinking beer."

"I don't need you to treat me like this, because I can't give you the same reward for your efforts. I'm just a messenger who comes to convey your request."

As Daniel Harvey spoke, he handed over the card he received in the elevator, along with an A4 paper filled with words.

He placed it on the small table between the two rocking chairs, then sat there quietly, observing the expressions on each other's faces.

"boom!!!"

I don’t know how much time passed until a crisp sound broke the silence between the two of them.

Jamie Damon did not continue to enjoy the happiness brought to him by the rocking chair, but instead took out a barrel of fully-gassed beer from somewhere.

The seal on the beer barrel was pried open directly, and the gas gushed out with a crisp sound, and countless delicate snow-white foams were accompanied by golden and transparent liquid.

It was poured into two huge beer glasses. He took the two glasses of beer in his hands, stood up and handed one of them to the other party.

"What does this mean?" Daniel Harvey asked puzzledly, looking at the full glass of draft beer in front of him.

"I don't mean anything else." Jamie Damon gave a sincere smile and then forced the beer into the other party's hand.

He tilted his head back and drank his own cup in one gulp. The cold, refreshing liquid went down his throat straight into his stomach.

Accompanied by a crisp hiccup, this banker, who usually appears elegant and graceful in TV interviews,

It seemed that as I drank this glass of beer, I became one of the office workers on the streets of New York, starting to indulge themselves wildly after get off work.

He unbuttoned his exquisite Windsor bow tie and the first button of his shirt, looking at Daniel Harvey with his chest half exposed.

"Do not doubt your eyes dear sir, this is what I have always wanted to do, you know in my position."

"I control this bank and hundreds of billions of dollars of capital on its books."

"It seems like I can do anything, but in reality, I can't even control what I want to eat for lunch."

"I have to strictly follow the diet that the nutritionist prepares for me. It has been a long time since I had a drink like this."

As he spoke, the banker poured himself another full glass of draft beer, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

After a few loud hiccups, he took out his pen from the left pocket of his suit.

I didn't even look at what was written on the A4 paper and just signed my name at the end.

Then he raised his beer glass, opened his arms and laughed loudly.

"Let's toast to Mr. Hohenzollern. He is truly a genius. He won the deal."

Hearing this, Daniel Harvey was still a little confused. He also raised his glass, but still asked with some doubts.

"Why did you just give up like that?"

After asking this question, he thought the other party would come up with a lot of professional terms and scientific basis.

However, he did not expect that this prestigious banker would just point at him and speak sincerely with a smile on his face.

"The reason is very simple, because he chose you, whether here or on Wall Street."

“Even in the entire stock game, a truly capable, honest and loyal subordinate is much more valuable than billions of funds.”

"In the ocean of money, no one can guarantee that his subordinates will betray him one day. You did not betray Mr. Hohenzollern today."

"That's why he won, at least today."