Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

After seeing the bottle of wine in Lucius's hand, Mr. Zachley Ward's opinion of him dropped again.

At the same time, he was also very puzzled in his heart. With such a level, how could this guy still be thinking about how to compete with Mr. Hohenzollern?

He is still thinking about how to set up his own business. How can he gain the true support of his servants when he is so stingy?

You have to know that the price Mr. Hohenzollern offered to me was never beyond my expectations.

It should be said that it is beyond my imagination. Even if I use my imagination, I never thought that I could get so much.

In less than a week after replacing the deceased Black Gold King and taking control of the entire London underground financial market, he earned nearly 2 million pounds.

More importantly, that position allowed him to experience the power of those who had disrespected him before.

Now when he sees me, he looks terrified, and he just needs to wave his hand or send a text message on his phone.

In the past, those MPs in the House of Commons who looked down upon themselves would have their grey financial accounts exposed, widely reported the next day, and subsequently step down.

I can say it proudly, just like the legendary mafia boss Al Capone.

"This city belongs to the British government during the day and is my personal property at night."

The taste of power was so fascinating that it even helped him to quit his gambling addiction that he had been addicted to for many years. Yes, he had stopped loving gambling a long time ago.

He no longer needed to pursue those ethereal thrills at the poker table. He could now obtain pleasures in reality that far exceeded all the pleasures he had ever gotten from gambling.

Even the casino he took Lucius to before is now nominally one of the assets under his jurisdiction, and he did lose 2500 million pounds in one night.

But what Lucius didn't know was that this was just his way of laundering the money.

The Hu Cha in front of him really thought that he had lost all his money and was coming to him to borrow money.

But no matter how much contempt he had in his heart, in reality, Mr. Zachary Ward still pretended to be nervous.

He spoke in panic as he stretched out his hand to stop Lucius's right hand from pouring the wine.

"Dear Sir, please give me a chance to speak. I have something very important to tell you. I got..."

"The most important thing for you now is to finish this glass of wine with me."

Looking at the anxious Mr. Zachary Ward, Lucius became more determined in his inner thoughts and interrupted him again.

He quickly filled two large glasses of vodka and then quickly raised one of them.

"Let me demonstrate it to you first."

After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. The hot liquid cut through his esophagus like a knife, making his pale face turn red in an instant.

His body began to sway from side to side, as if he was about to fall down at any second.

"This wine is really strong, but it tastes really good. I want another glass, cough cough cough!!!"

Lucius, who had just put down his wine glass, immediately poured himself another glass, coughed and talked, and continued to raise his head to drink the wine in the glass.

The action was so urgent that Mr. Zachley Ward, who was standing by, couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

He never had any chance to speak again. After drinking the second glass of vodka, Lucius fell on his back on the sofa beside him.

In less than a second, he started snoring. This clumsy performance was really embarrassing.

Mr. Zachary Ward wanted very much to say something loudly.

"Is there any drunk person who snores so rhythmically?"

But no matter how embarrassed and speechless he felt in his heart, in reality he could only be like those gamblers who failed to borrow money and had nowhere else to go.

He sat back in his seat with a dazed look on his face. After a brief silence, he suddenly started slapping himself in the mouth with both hands.

He spoke in a crying voice while smoking.

"It's all your fault. Why can't you control your hands? You already know that there is no hope of making a comeback, so why do you still borrow from those loan sharks?"

"I finally had a chance to turn things around, but now I'm back to square one. What should I do with the fund's short-selling plan?"

"There is such a good opportunity, comparable to buying MAT company's shares again. What should I do now? How can I operate without a copy?"

"80% profit in one day, are we just going to let this opportunity slip away?"

By the end of his speech, Mr. Zachary Ward's face was swollen from beating himself, and he was in a trance.

Like talking in a dream, he kept muttering to himself with his head down, talking about a short-selling plan, a great opportunity, and so on.

These words, which sounded like the whispers of an ancient god, were heard clearly by Lucius, who was lying on the sofa pretending to be asleep.

He suddenly began to regret his previous hasty decision. This guy did want to borrow money from him, but it didn't seem like he wanted to get something for nothing.

He came to trade with him with important news. When he thought of this, he recalled the news that the other party had brought him several times before.

Each time brought me huge profits, especially the first one, which was about Mr. Hohenzollern's company.

What he remembered most clearly was the first time he watched the live broadcast of the stock market opening that day through the Muggle device called television.

He was so excited that he felt every muscle and every pore of his body tightening.

The moment the strange little bell on TV rang, a strange curve instantly appeared on the huge screen in the trading hall.

Then it began to climb like a rocket, and in just a glass of wine, Mr. Zachary Ward, who was still muttering to himself, was in front of him.

He excitedly told himself that his assets had grown by 30% and could be cashed out at any time.

He no longer remembered how excited and ecstatic he was when he heard the news. It was more likely that his mind went blank.

On the other side, Mr. Zachary Ward, who had been muttering to himself with his head down, was silently observing Lucius who was still pretending to sleep through his bangs.

He saw that the other party was already itching to do something, and his fingers and feet began to move uncontrollably.

The reason why I didn't wake up immediately was just for my own face.

So he decided to provoke the other party and force him to throw his face at his feet.

Having made up his mind, Mr. Zachary Ward slowly raised his head and looked at the bottle of wine in front of him with a frustrated look, then suddenly grabbed it in his hand.

"Forget it. There's no chance anyway. I might as well get a good night's sleep. I can do whatever I want when I wake up tomorrow."

After saying this, he was ready to blow directly into the bottle, wanting to pour the entire bottle of vodka into his stomach.

Just as he raised the bottle, a hurried shout sounded beside him.

"You can't drink like this, it will hurt your body."