This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Two days passed in a flash,

Fifteen magic base station production lines have been laid out in the Alchemy Factory.

The progress is faster than expected, and Pandora has also completed three batches of the most advanced individual combat weapons.

As for the long-awaited big guy, Eric has already found a good relationship and can visit the real thing at Brize Norton Royal Air Force Base from 2 to 5 pm.

A total of 4 hours, how much you can reproduce depends on Vincent's ability.

But before setting off, he had one more important thing to do.

Ground floor of the Ministry of Magic,

Minister's Office.

Fudge put down the document in his hand and frowned at Vincent sitting opposite.

Broadcasting the Quidditch World Cup is undoubtedly a great thing that benefits the people, but the young people in front of him must have too much appetite, and they actually want to broadcast it around the world.

"Mr. Vincent-Wayne, are you sure all the equipment will be provided free of charge by you?"

Vincent smiled and nodded, "Mr. Minister, you must also know why my alchemy store has not expanded overseas so far. The broadcast of my plan this time is not purely for charity."

Fudge relaxed his frown slightly.

He picked up the document again and looked at it carefully.

Is it true that Wayne Enterprises spent millions of gold galleons just to increase its international reputation and reduce resistance to the alchemy shop's overseas expansion?

And the cooperation inside...

By sharing the interface of the magic base station, control can even be transferred to the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge was keenly aware of the problems inside.

The capabilities of the International Alchemy Association have not reached the level of covering the sky with one hand. Is it necessary to be so cautious?

Unless the young people in front of them have new products that make them feel afraid, or even enough to threaten them.

"Mr. Wayne, I don't believe you are willing to suffer a loss. Why don't we stop beating around the bush and just say what you have to say."

Vincent was secretly happy.

The old fox was indeed fooled.

He opened the mithril suitcase he carried with him and took out a 10-inch-long black cube.

"Mr. Minister, this is the equipment we use for broadcasting."

Press the red switch and it slowly projects a huge magic barrier.

Vincent used his fingers to adjust the size of the magic projection. "The magic base station is the terminal that transmits signals, and this is the terminal that receives the signals and processes them into images."

Countless thoughts suddenly appeared in Fudge's mind.

If the Ministry of Magic really takes control of the magic base station, TV stations that were once strictly shut down due to lack of control can resume operations.

Even the so-called computer gadgets that Muggles have appeared in recent years to greatly improve office efficiency can also appear in the wizarding world.

What a solid political achievement!

Not only is it beneficial to people's livelihood, but it is also beneficial to internal affairs.

And for such a huge good thing, the Ministry of Magic only needs to stand up for alchemy products?

What a deal! What a deal!

Fudge suddenly showed a troubled expression, "Mr. Wayne, our Ministry of Magic has never taken the initiative to intervene in the market. If the Alchemy Association really wants to be held accountable, I'm afraid we can only..."

He sighed and shook his head, but did not continue.

Vincent silently cursed the old thing.

After taking advantage of the Magic Base Station, he was so greedy that he still wanted to get a share of the pie and gain benefits that did not belong to him.

Okay, I have a big appetite, right? I can’t support you.

"Mr. Minister, I have never intended to monopolize the market. The Magic Base Station is my sincerity."

Vincent pretended to be heartbroken, "Well, we at Wayne Enterprises can give up most of the market profits.

We will not share the specific core technology, but we will sell alchemical components related to receiving magic signals.

But accordingly, the Ministry of Magic must hand over the exclusive rights to operate mobile communications to us, Wayne Enterprises. "

Fudge agreed with difficulty on the surface, but deep down he was already laughing like a pig.

Muggles have only just developed mobile communications for a few years, so how can they compare with other fields that have already matured.

Young people are young people after all, and they can give up such a big cake just by cheating.

Vincent quietly looked at the hypocrisy on Fudge's face, and he was also sneering in his heart.

How could he not know this old guy's plan?

The Ministry of Magic takes the lead to create a series of innovative alchemy equipment that benefits the people around the magic base station, right?

It's best to include those pure-blooded gentlemen and those old antiques from the Alchemy Association, lest he have to deal with them one by one.

"Nice to work with, Vincent."

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Minister."

Bah, you old man is so shameless. If there is any benefit, change your name immediately.

If Vincent had not had the memory of the next 30 years and knew the potential of smartphones, could he easily give up the profits of these industries that were destined to become a sunset?

Fudge still didn't know him well enough. If it were Dumbledore, he would at least pay more attention to him.

After successfully negotiating cooperation with the British Ministry of Magic, Vincent returned home and immediately recharged his batteries.

There was still a lot of work to do in the afternoon, and he had to stay in top shape.

Today’s lunch was a little different, Evelin actually chose Chinese food which was rare.

Although it doesn't taste very good, it is much better than the British food I have eaten for more than ten years.

Vincent used his chopsticks to pick up the fried pork with chili in front of him, "Mom, what happened to you today?"

Evelin smiled mysteriously, "It's nothing. I've been very interested in Chinese food recently, so I signed up for a cooking class in Chinatown."

London Chinatown, located in Soho, Westminster, London, is one of the largest Chinatowns in the UK.

Vincent always felt that her eyes were strange.

"Mom, did you go alone?"

Evelin used her chopsticks unskillfully to pick up a small piece of eggplant and put it into his bowl, "The security there is very good now. I have seen more tourists than Chinese in the past few days."

She seemed to be changing the subject, probably trying to hide something.

Vincent tasted the steamed eggplant.

The garlic flavor is a bit bland, but at least it has some flavor.

When he thought of his usual vegetable salad, he had an inexplicable urge to cry.

"Mom, you must cook more Chinese food in the future, thank you."

Evelin took a spoonful of Kung Pao Chicken and gave it to him, "Okay, the teacher in my cooking class is very good. His speed of chopping vegetables stunned the whole class of students in our class."

"Really? Then he is indeed quite powerful." Vincent took a bite of the chicken.

The seasoning is not sweet, it is obviously Chinese style.

Her cooking teacher should be reliable, at least he didn't teach those Western-style Chinese dishes to fool people.

Vincent ate and didn't care what she wanted to hide.

Eric shook his head, taking it all in.

Your mom will always be your mom.

Lunch was over and it was time for the father and son to go out.

After clearing the table, Evelin picked up the phone and dialed a very familiar number.

If Vincent were still here, he would have recognized it as Granger's number at a glance.

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