You call this the mastermind?

Since Mellen entered the reception room and introduced each other, the old president of the Mixed Blood Association didn't say much.

He just silently observed Mellen from the side, with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

But it wasn't a dull moment here.

Because in addition to the president and vice president of the Mixed Blood Association, there was also a fat middle-aged wizard in the conference room.

He claimed to be the president of the Meteorological Association, and this time he came here to thank Mellen for coming.

In addition, he also gave Mellen an exquisite crystal pocket watch. When he opened it, he could see various weather signs on the dial.

"This watch will predict the weather changes in the location one hour later, such as light rain, heavy rain, cloudy days, etc."

Seeing Mellen looking down, the fat president smiled and said:

"It's not a valuable item, but we think that apart from this new thing, you may not like anything else, so we can only use this watch as a gift."

"It looks really good." Mellen responded with admiration.

He didn't think that he was stingy for giving 300,000 yuan and the other party only gave him a pocket watch in return.

After all, he gave the money to Arthur, not the Meteorological Association, so it was normal for the other party to say nothing.

And now, the president not only came to publicize his good deeds with great fanfare and help him become famous, but also gave him a relatively novel little item, which was already a very warm treatment.

This thing was not useless to Mellen. As a modern time traveler, he actually always cared about one thing.

That is, there is no weather forecast in this world.

The existence of this watch made up for his regret.

"In fact, this weather pocket watch is a new product developed by our association this year."

The fat president said on the side: "We have already negotiated a cooperation agreement with Blackstone Company, and it is expected that it will be officially sold to the public this school season."

"But because it is the first version, it may encounter some minor problems when using it. If you encounter any, please help to give feedback."

Of course, there is no problem with this. Mellen agreed and added the other party's "friend" by the way.

The fat president then said goodbye and left with satisfaction.

As a result, only the old president and the bald vice president Victor were left in the living room.

"He must have seen that Egg is very rich, so he came here to build relationships."

Seeing the fat figure leave, Vice President Victor couldn't help but say to Mellen: "I even doubt whether the 300,000 you gave to Arthur last night was embezzled by him."

"Don't criticize others behind their backs."

Before Mellen spoke, the old president, who had not spoken much before, glanced at Victor.

"Colin is making such a big fuss about what happened last night today, in fact, he is telling Egg that their association will never take Arthur's money."

"It's not greedy in public, but who can say for sure in private?"

The bald Victor muttered: "That's 300,000 grams... Who can't be tempted?"

"You are really too petty."

The old president shook his head helplessly, but didn't say anything else, just waved his hand to signal Victor to go down first.

Then, he looked at Mellen and explained:

"Don't listen to Victor's nonsense, the money will not fall into the hands of others. Not only that, even if Arthur wants to give the money to the association afterwards, Colin will never take it."

Mellen didn't actually think about this, but it seemed that these people thought he would care about it, including the fat president before.

So he didn't say anything, and nodded very simply.

At this time, there were only two of them in the living room.

After saying this, the old man moved his body, straightened his slightly hunched back a little on the sofa, and then looked at Mellen.

"This is our first meeting, and we are not very familiar with each other, so there is no need to say anything polite."

He said: "Now, let's talk about your next destination."

Where to go?

Mellen was stunned when he heard this, and then he reacted.

There were too many things before, so he didn't think about some important issues that others thought were important.

For example, with his talent, should he continue to stay in the Mixed Blood Association?

Because of his teacher, Mellen subconsciously didn't have the idea of ​​leaving the Mixed Blood Association and joining a pure-blood family.

So now hearing this, it feels a little unexpected.

But on the surface, he didn't show any expression, just nodded, as if listening silently.

"In my opinion, you have two choices next."

After taking out a pipe and lighting it for himself, the old president said slowly:

"One is to join a top wizard family, become an apprentice of a wizard, and then follow the arrangements of the family to take a path that is beneficial to them and do some work that can provide them with benefits."

"The second is to be favored by a female member of a small pure-blood wizard family, marry into the family, and become a member of the family. Or split off and form a small family that depends on the family."

"Of course, if you are lucky enough, some medium-sized families may be interested in marrying you, but the probability of this happening is very small, because medium-sized and larger families have already figured out which family to marry when their children are born."

"If there are really unengaged ones, they may be too ugly or have physical defects."

There is no option to stay in the association?

Mellen was a little speechless when he heard this, thinking that this person didn't look down on him, so he was extrapolating, or did he look down on the mixed-race association?

"When you join a top wizard family, you will not be short of all kinds of resources and connections you will need in the future."

Ignoring what Melen thought, the old president said to himself: "The disadvantage is that you are not very free, but this is only relatively speaking, as long as you don't go against the line set by the family, or deliberately offend the family members. No matter who you are, they will naturally be polite to you."

"When you enter a small or medium-sized family, you are relatively free. However, the resources of this kind of family are less than those of the top families. They are not absolutely confident in retaining talented people like you, so marriage means are essential..."

"So, what do you mean?" Mellen couldn't help but ask.

He always felt that it was impossible for the other party to really push him out, otherwise it would be too "injurious to self-esteem", right?

"These two paths are probably your normal choices."

After the old president took a puff of his pipe, he puffed away the smoke and said, "But now, I want to recommend the third way to you, which is to stay in the Mixed-blood Association."

You might as well just say this, because I don't want to leave at all.

Mellen rolled his eyes secretly, but the other party was serious, so he could only listen to it seriously.

"The third path has many shortcomings, such as lack of resources, and being suppressed by purebloods."

The old man said: "Feng mentioned to you before that we applied for an admission quota at the Imperial Academy, right? But I want to tell you now, I can't even make the decision to give it to you directly."

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Because it's fair?"

"Yes, fair, or rather, rules."

The old man nodded and said: "There are too many people looking forward to this quota. Among these people, there are direct descendants who have been trained and raised by the association, sons and even grandsons of some managers in the association, and there are also some who are less talented but very talented. A hard-working average student.”

"If I ignore the existence of these people and directly give you the quota, then even if you are qualified to have this quota, you are still breaking the rules."

"The rules are broken in my hands. Of course they can't do anything, but I can't expect them to treat the association as their home."

"But if you choose to join a pure-blood family, then with your talent, you don't even need to apply. Those top wizard schools will naturally offer you a spot."

Having said this, the old president took a deep breath from the pipe in his hand, and when he slowly exhaled the smoke, a look of helplessness flashed across his old cheeks.

"To put it simply, if you choose to stay in the association instead of joining them, then no matter what you do, the purebloods will still treat you as an outsider, and currently, purebloods represent the mainstream wizarding world. "

Mellen looked thoughtful when he heard this but said nothing.

"Now that the negatives are out of the way, let's mention the positives."

As if he was afraid that Mellen would be frightened, the old president immediately changed the subject.

"If you stay in the association, no one can restrict you in terms of freedom. The association will not interfere in the slightest with what you want to do in the future, let alone use you to do certain things."

"Secondly, although it is not as good as those pure-blood families, the top leaders of the association, including me, will do their best to train you without breaking the rules."

"The reason is simple. In the eyes of those pure-blood families, you are a genius, but in our eyes, you are just a hope. Do you understand what I mean?"

Of course, one million in the eyes of a poor person and one million in the eyes of a rich person have different values.

This can also be understood as the difference between a chicken head and a phoenix tail.

Mellen nodded silently.

The old president then added: "The most important thing is that the mixed-race association, or the mixed-race class, is a huge asset."

Meren was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the old man in front of him in surprise, not expecting that he would say such a thing.

"You don't have to look at me like that, it's a fact."

The old president said calmly: "I have divined for myself, and I have about twenty years to live. I have no descendants, and all my relatives in the family are dead. I once had a few apprentices, but now they are basically all Death of death, betrayal of betrayal.”

"To put it simply, I don't have an heir based on blood or emotional relationships, and the association does not allow the selection of a new president based on blood inheritance."

"So, if you don't slack off, then twenty years from now, you will be the new president of the Mixed Race Association."

Having said this, he knocked on the coffee table in front of him with his pipe.

"What does this mean? From the current point of view, there is actually no benefit. On the contrary, I have a lot of responsibilities. I will inevitably be scolded in secret after being busy."

"But I can tell you very frankly that within twenty years, the world will be in chaos."

"As long as the world is in chaos, the mixed-race class that is now suppressed will be a force that wizards, churches, and even the empire will compete to win over."

"And our Association for the Protection of the Rights and Interests of Mixed-blood Wizards is absolutely representative among the mixed-race class."

"So if everything goes well, twenty years later, you can use the association to gain a position where no top wizard family can underestimate you, and you can have wealth and power that is no weaker than any top family."

After saying this, the old man thought for a while and added:

"Of course, you won't believe it when I say this now, but this is actually a gamble."

"Whether you become a member of a pure-blood family and be driven by others, or wait for the opportunity to make yourself a big man that no one can ignore, it all depends on your next choice."

"The resources in this world are limited. The opportunity to have the wealth and status of a top family is rare, and they are all coveted by a small number of people."

"So I dare say that you can only meet and grasp it once."

"In twenty years, you are less than forty years old, and you can become one of the top leaders who control this world. What does this mean? I don't think I need to say more."

Normally, this is good. Melen thought to himself after hearing this.

But...

"Now, let's talk about ideals."

The old president did not give Melen time to think, and was about to say something else.

But at this moment, his face suddenly froze, and then he put down the pipe in his hand and stood up with a helpless expression.

"It seems that ideals can only give way to reality."

He said to Mellen with a slightly dry sense of humor:

"The lady of the Chelsea family is now available to meet me. I have to hurry over, otherwise I will miss the time and not be able to see her today."

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