[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

When Lydia woke up, her head hurt a little. She drank alcohol last night and had a fight with Tony until the middle of the night.

And not getting enough sleep at all.

After more than ten seconds, her head calmed down a little, and she felt the heat coming from the back of her neck, and another body with a higher body temperature attached to her back.

She looked down, Tony's strong arms were around her waist, and the muscle lines could be seen even in a relaxed state.

Lydia turned her head slightly and saw Tony's face, his eyes closed, sleeping defenselessly.

It was the first time Lydia had woken up in the same bed as her bedmate, and it was a bit of a novelty, but it was nice.

She gently raised Tony's arm, put it aside, and then picked up the clothes on the ground. Her clothes were stained with a lot of wine yesterday, and now they still smell like wine.

Lydia threw the clothes in her hands on the ground again in disgust, got out of bed naked, and put on her underwear.

The floor was covered with thick carpets, and it wasn't cold at all even with bare feet. She walked slowly to the closet and took a random shirt from Tony and put it on.

She stood there and thought about the empty refrigerator in her home. She hadn't been to the supermarket for more than a week, and the stock was all gone. She chose the latter between going out to buy food and borrowing Tony's kitchen.

So she tidied her hair casually in front of the bathroom mirror, washed with the disposable items she exchanged for one dollar, then stepped on her comfortable flat shoes, walked into the living room, and used the ones in Tony's refrigerator. The ingredients made two sandwiches.

Lydia felt a little sleepy again after breakfast. She woke up a little early, and it was just after six o'clock after eating the sandwich. Tony still didn't get up. Lydia thought about it and went home.

But this time she didn't leave without saying hello, but found a business card from Tony's desk, and wrote a sentence on the back of the blank: [Thank you for your shirt. 】When she got home, she lay on the bed without even taking off her shirt, and fell asleep comfortably. When she woke up again, it was already past eleven o'clock.

The time limit for the recruitment information she posted is 24 hours. Jarvis sent her the resumes and lists that were screened out a few minutes ago. Lydia picked out more than a dozen and looked at them, all of which were in line with her wishes, so she sent them out in batches interview invitation.

She also found a few familiar people from the inside—the women she met when she and the captain were performing missions on the ship.

The female white-collar worker who impressed her the most was also among them.

Lydia received a total of nearly [-] resumes, and nearly one-third of them came from abroad. Lydia didn't care whether her employees were American or not, and sent out many interview invitations without discrimination.

A total of 500 people passed the first round this time, and she plans to hire [-] people to try first.

Money is coming from the forum quickly. Although Lydia also encountered some difficulties at the beginning, as the forum is getting bigger and bigger, her money is getting more and more.

Now basically she earns more from selling photos in one month than she earns in three months as a reporter, not to mention those custom orders. Recently, Tony is committed to giving her money, and she still has a high salary from S.H.I.E.L.D. Well, after this cooperation, Fury may give her more money. When she went to withdraw cash two days ago, she found that she was quite rich.

Lydia leaned against the bed and checked her phone for a while, and saw that Hermione's private twitter had just been updated, and her mood was written on it: [Damn rich! 】Hermione has complained before that some rich people like to fight against the Ministry of Magic. She probably has something wrong this time, so she sent a private message: 【What's wrong dear? ] Almost the second after she sent it, Hermione's call came in, and her tone suppressed her anger: "It's the Malfoys again! It's them every time! It's no good if they coax together."

"Malfoy?" Lydia repeated the somewhat familiar surname, and then heard Hermione continue with great momentum: "They agreed to enter the Muggle world before, and this time they made a big deal."

"They still want to collect import and export taxes themselves. I think it's better to dream faster." Hermione sneered coldly, "It happens every time, even if they always agree in the end, the process is always uncomfortable."

Lydia could almost hear Hermione's loud, angry high heels.

Hermione gritted her teeth and said, "You don't have to worry about this, I will take care of it, and our cooperation will not be affected in any way."

Before Lydia could speak to comfort, Hermione hung up the phone decisively.

Lydia stared at the phone for a while, thought for a while, and finally matched the "Malfoy" in Hermione's mouth with a man she had met in Diagon Alley. The special color of hair impressed her Very profound.

At that time, they seemed to have exchanged contact information, but she called twice and couldn't get through, so they never contacted again.

But there's no need to tell Hermione these things, anyway, she doesn't plan to contact him now.

And now she has other things to do, the employees of the magic world - especially the British employees - they need uniforms, and some of the people who need to go to the first line of treatment need some items with defensive effects.

She was completely unfamiliar with the magic world in the United States, so she went to the Magic Congress and grabbed a little girl standing at the door and asked, "Excuse me."

The little girl turned her head to look at Lydia, looked her up and down, pursed her lips and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Lydia showed a smile, with just the right amount of confusion and tenderness on her face: "Pretty lady, can you tell me where is the trading center?"

The little girl looked at her with blue eyes, and a crisp voice sounded: "The second floor underground."

She led Lydia to the elevator, and walked away without saying a word. Lydia nodded to the house elf she had seen last time, and said, "The second floor underground."

The house elf pressed the floor, looked up at her, and then didn't say a word, staring straight ahead of her without moving.

The second floor of the basement is more lively than the lobby, the lights are bright, and you can even feel the breeze. You can't tell that this is underground. The layout here is like a large shopping mall for ordinary people.

Lydia looked at the floor plan at the elevator entrance, and walked towards a long gown specialty store with a clear goal.

When the door was opened, the bell of the shop rang softly, and most of the people in the shop looked over, only one person still turned his back to the door, talking to the shopkeeper with the same posture, with a lazy tone of arrogance .