Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Jamie Damon stared at the strange-looking young man in front of him and said with a heavy face.

"You forcefully question me like you're interrogating a criminal. It's hard not to suspect that there's someone behind this."

"From the Massachusetts Institute of Technology publishing the paper in the middle of the night to several small investment banks suddenly announcing that they would short MAT's stock."

"Then there is a series of suspicious operations in the stock market, and your questioning of me now. These coincidences make it hard not to suspect that there is a dark hand behind the scenes."

"what?"

"Mr. Damon you can't say that!!"

"Interrupt the live broadcast immediately."

A noisy sound came from the TV, and from the sound it seemed to be the director in charge of photography.

It may be because the incident happened suddenly and he didn't have time to control his voice volume, causing his voice to be recorded by the microphone.

With audiences from all over the United States watching, this financial variety show turned into a complete disaster.

"You can't interrupt the live broadcast. Can't you allow me to finish what I'm saying? I'm not an ordinary guest."

"If you dare to cut off the live broadcast, I think the stock of New York Times Television will also experience some small fluctuations."

"Point the camera at me. You want to find the answer, don't you? Well, let me speak my mind out."

"Full fire!!"

In the hotel, Daniel Harvey couldn't help but sigh as he watched Mr. Damon showing his might on TV.

"It seems that the person who can become the CEO of the world's top commercial bank is indeed a genius, at least in terms of performance."

"He has learned the essence and chosen the most popular style of play."

"This shouldn't be a performance, sir. At least we shouldn't think so when a gentleman is pushed to this level of anger."

“It was more of an on-air accident.”

The driver Macduff reminded him, but Daniel Harvey just smiled contemptuously and didn't say much.

The two continued to focus their eyes on the TV screen.

On the TV show, Jamie Dimon was at full tilt, delivering a polite threat.

He took control of the rhythm of the entire show, and the host with the weird look was casually thrown aside.

All the cameras were pointed at him, turning an interview program into his personal live show.

"Ding!!"

The crisp sound of a metallic bell rang out, under the gaze of countless cameras and the American audience behind the scenes.

Jamie Damon skillfully took out an exquisite Dupont lighter and opened the manhole cover in a cool manner.

He lit himself a Lucky Strike cigarette, and as a puff of smoke came out of his mouth, the calm voice sounded again.

"If there are children watching this live, please allow me to apologize to your parents, and I would also like to remind you that."

"In this battle with nicotine, I am a loser, but you kids can be a winner."

"Let's get back to the point. What I just said is not groundless. There must be someone behind the financial crisis that has swept across the United States."

"This storm appeared without any warning and was so strong, and it lasted less than half a month."

"Nearly 300 billion of capital in the market has flowed into different accounts in various forms. I have done my best in this crisis."

"Slaves guarantee that investors who trust us will not suffer losses in profits, but this is what I cannot tolerate."

"Why did this happen? Who are the participants in this conspiracy?"

Having said that, Jamie Dimon put out his cigarette directly on the wooden table, turned his head slightly and stared at the stunned host.

At this time, the host was completely frightened. He usually hosts this financial variety show, and it doesn't matter what happens during the show.

Ask those senior Wall Street fund managers, or some state legislators, some very excessive questions.

But most of those people just laughed it off or played it off with a giggle.

No one dared to be rude to him on the show, as if as long as he got the microphone, he had the right to ask questions.

No matter how tricky and harsh his questions were, the people who were asked the questions had no choice but to let him do what he asked them for the sake of their image.

But now, when the old man in front of him looked at him with his sharp eyes, he finally woke up from this dream.

He finally realized that in the eyes of the real big shots, he was just a weird clown.

The other party could easily put him to death with just a few words, so he spoke in panic.

"Mr. Dimon, I have absolutely no involvement in the conspiracy you are alleging, and I wasn't even in the stock market before today's show."

“I have never even touched any MAT company’s stock or related financial derivatives.”

"That's why I am qualified to host this show. I have no vested interest in this incident."

"That's right, you have no vested interests involved." Jamie Damon spoke calmly, his voice very low.

But the people in the TV broadcast room didn't even dare to breathe, the whole room was as quiet as a soundproof room.

"But this does not absolve you of your guilt. The original purpose of the news industry is to safeguard citizens' fourth right and the necessary right to know."

"But what about now? Unfounded factual reporting, exaggerated headlines, and all kinds of leading articles."

"From that night till now, the total number of articles published in the New York Times is about 56, if I remember correctly."

"In less than two weeks, there were 56 articles, at least three a day. With so many articles reporting, how much of them were true?"

"How many of them have added fuel to the fire? As I have just emphasized, this is a disaster caused by conspiracy and human error."

"Does any of you dare to stand up now and refute what I said?"

The calm and faint voice kept echoing in the live broadcast room. The producer and director of this show looked as pale as death. He knew that his career would be completely over tonight.

The blame given by the other party was too big, and he could already imagine what happened on other TV stations.

Countless colleagues are watching this live broadcast with smiles on their faces, while the teams behind them are working desperately to finish the articles.

It is indeed as this person said, there are no longer any truth fighters in the news industry today who dare to fight for the truth at all costs.

There are more zombies waiting to take advantage of the situation.

"What you said has nothing to do with today's topic. I still want to ask that question: Does MAT Technology Company have the ability to mass-produce that phone..."

Just when the director had begun to think about what to write in his resignation letter.

The host wanted to make one last attempt, and he continued to ask the question emphatically.

But before he could finish his words, a crisp cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

Jamie Damon interrupted the other party's question with his hand, and then, under the gaze of everyone, he took out his mobile phone and answered it directly.

"Okay, no problem, I'll let them know, oh, is that so?"

"You really care about others, Mr. Hohenzollern!!"