Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

The bald reporter named by Carl seemed to have no idea what was going on.

He still carried the camera on his shoulder and scanned around, trying to find the lucky person in the crowd, but he never noticed his bald head.

At this moment, it shines brightly like the sun.

"You don't have to look for it everywhere, sir. Sometimes, if you want something but can't find it, just look up and it may be right next to you."

Carl on the stage gave a reminder.

It was not until then that the reporter suddenly looked up at the sky, and saw a holy white light enveloping his entire body.

He couldn't help but exclaim loudly, as if that was the road to heaven.

“Jesus Christ, are the angels coming to get me?”

"It's not Mr. Angel, it's Lady Luck."

At this time, several Secret Service staff members had squeezed through the noisy crowd and finally came to this remote corner and brought the bald reporter to the center of the stage.

He pointed at the hundreds of newly produced smartphones on the carts and said with jealousy on his face.

"Pick one, sir. I'm afraid your luck in this life has run out at this moment. Here's a piece of advice for you. Don't agree to anyone who wants to buy your phone after you go out."

"It's better to pay for some bodyguards to take you away. This is a lot of money."

"ah????"

The bald reporter was still a little confused about the situation. He stood there in bewilderment, looking around, not knowing what to do.

Until a young voice sounded behind them.

"Don't worry sir, take your pick. I'll keep my word. The phone you choose will be your gift."

"And you don't have to worry about your personal safety. MAT will hire the most professional security team to escort you back home."

Karl had walked down from the stage at some point and was standing behind everyone with a smile on his face.

The onlookers and reporters were also a little confused by the sudden appearance of Carl. They looked at each other and whispered to each other.

"How did he get down here? Did you see his movement trajectory?"

"No, is there some kind of teleportation device here? This is simply teleportation."

"Oh my God! It's fine to have so many new technologies, but I didn't expect there would be such a magical performance. This young man is really an eye-opener."

"Mr. Hohenzollern, is this really you? Can I interview you privately?"

Compared to the onlookers and reporters, the bald reporter seemed much more excited and came to Karl trembling all over.

He shook hands cordially and asked cautiously.

Carl showed enough magnanimity. After shaking hands with the other party, he kindly directed the other party to look at the carts.

"I think interviews and stuff shouldn't be a big problem, but I think the time of everyone here is valuable."

"Let's not waste everyone's time and finish this press conference first."

After saying that, Carl took out a card from his ring and handed it to the other party.

"This is my personal business card with my personal phone number on it, when the time is right."

"I guess you can just call me and do an interview anytime."

"I...I...I...I'm really...honored."

The bald reporter was so excited that he was speechless. He quickly added a business card and hid it in the inner pocket of his clothes.

The speed was so fast that only a shadow could be seen.

The reporter nearby who had been trying to take a sneak shot couldn't help but complain when he saw this scene.

"I said Mr. Hohenzollern was a magician, how he made that business card appear out of thin air."

"Don't mention Mr. Hohenzollern. That bald guy's hand speed seems to be quite fast. I just blinked and the business card disappeared without a trace."

"That's not magic at all, idiot. That's magic. My guess was right. There is a real world hidden beneath the surface of the world."

Just as several reporters were complaining to each other, a rough voice came from behind them.

The neurotic "redneck" blogger had come behind them without them noticing.

His eyes were fixed on Carl in the center of the stage, and he kept muttering to himself.

"With the fusion of magic and technology, we ordinary people are doomed, America is doomed, and we will not only be exploited by those capitalists."

"In the future, there will be a group of people who, because they have blood different from ours flowing in their bodies, will be naturally superior to the human race."

"We will end up like India, with a horrible caste system."

“You also know about the caste system.”

"I thought you had eaten all that crap and made your brain go stupid."

"Don't pay attention to him, he's not a normal person at all."

Such neurotic remarks naturally aroused dissatisfaction among those journalists who claimed to be elites, and they all mocked him.

Then he carried his expensive equipment and left the rugged blogger.

He was left alone, staring at the center of the square at this inappropriate angle and whispering constantly.

I was in the center of the square, and the bald reporter finally realized how lucky he was and began to pace back and forth around the carts.

As a TV reporter, although he has not reached the level of independent interviews and article writing, he has many years of experience in field filming.

It also allowed him to accumulate certain insights. He certainly knew what was happening in New York, the United States, and the world.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the pile of mobile phones in front of them, shining like gold bricks.

They all wanted to be the first to try something new, but they didn't expect that such a good thing would actually happen to them.

At the same time, he now understood why those people reminded him to hire a security company to escort him away.

You should know that these mobile phones in front of you are not just mobile calling devices, but more like passes to Charlie's Chocolate Factory in the novel.

It possesses endless magical powers and is likely to bring you unimaginable wealth in the future.

So after much hesitation, the bald reporter made the simplest choice: he closed his eyes and turned around on the spot for more than ten times.

Feeling dizzy, he casually fell beside a cart, and his right hand just happened to touch a brand new MokaTech1.

"Perfect random selection. No one should say it's cheating."

Carl applauded enthusiastically on the side, then personally helped the bald reporter up from the ground, pointing at the smartphone in the other's hand and speaking.

"Okay sir, can you turn on this phone and lend it to me temporarily?"

"I need to use this phone to show off some of the other car features and prove it to some rats hiding behind the scenes."

"Rude slander and malicious verbal defamation cannot change the reality. Now is the time to settle accounts."

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