Chapter 821 Selfish, Vain, and Hypocritical
Vincent and Hermione arrived a little early, and there were only two or three wizards in the huge hall.
After explaining their purpose to the staff dressed in traditional Bulgarian costumes, she led the two to a marble staircase.
"That's Minister Oblansk's office up there. Please follow me, both of you."
Above the stairs is a small corridor with many beautiful dynamic landscape paintings hanging on the walls on both sides.
Led by the staff, the two came to a stone door inlaid with gems.
She gently pushed open the seemingly heavy door, revealing a room with bright colors and a palace style.
"Minister Oblansk, your guest has arrived."
The middle-aged man in front of the long ebony table raised his head and quickly glanced at Vincent and Hermione standing at the door.
"Mr. Wayne, please come in."
Oblansk, dressed in a luxurious robe, stood up and walked over.
He nodded to the receptionist outside, and then led the two into the room.
This place is more like a banquet hall than an office.
Oblansk seemed particularly enthusiastic, even more enthusiastic than Minister Scipio had been yesterday.
Vincent and Hermione couldn't help but wonder.
Gwent has never been very popular in Bulgaria, sales have not been very high, and Oblansk is not a very hospitable people.
There must be something wrong with such abnormal behavior.
Vincent said tentatively, "Mr. Minister, you didn't wait for us, did you?"
The smile on Oblansk's face became even brighter. "Mr. Wayne, I actually have a close relationship with Minister Fudge of your country. He revealed some information to me a long time ago."
Fudge?
This old guy's mouth is not even as tight as his asshole!
Vincent cursed in his heart, but pretended to be enlightened on his face.
"I see. Then, Mr. Minister, you will not refuse to cooperate with us, right?"
Oblansk smiled and shook his head. "Of course not. Minister Fudge said this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He said if I refuse, I will regret it for the rest of my life."
No matter how well he hid it, Vincent still saw greed in his eyes.
It’s true, if you are not of the same kind, you can’t be together.
Decorating the office like a banquet hall is perhaps a bit vain.
Vincent shook his head implicitly at Hermione, implying that the rest of the matter would be left to him.
At this moment, the staff member who was responsible for receiving the two people walked in with a cup of brewed high-quality black tea.
For this little benefit, we have made sufficient preparations.
Vincent took a sip of his tea.
"Mr. Minister, our Minister Fudge probably didn't tell you the specific conditions of cooperation, did he?"
Oblansk waved his hand. "I dare not ask about the details. Even if Minister Fudge wants to talk, I won't listen."
This statement can only fool young children who are inexperienced in the world.
It's not that he didn't dare to ask, but he knew very well that even if he asked, Fudge would definitely not tell him.
Selfish, vain and hypocritical, the future of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic is worrying.
However, the way to deal with such people is very simple. As long as their appetite can be completely satisfied, they can even break the bottom line again and again if conditions permit.
Greedy, huh? Then let you be greedy as much as you want!
Vincent asked Hermione for parchment and a quill, and quickly wrote line after line on it.
After writing one, he handed the parchment to Oblansk and said, "Mr. Minister, I believe that the conditions we offer will satisfy you."
Oblansk looked at it carefully with a smile on his face.
Similar to the conditions of the British Ministry of Magic, Wayne Enterprises only requires exclusive rights in the field of mobile communications.
Bulgarian Magic can develop new alchemical equipment with anyone, including the International Alchemy Association, but the relevant core components need to be purchased from Wayne Enterprises.
After the World Cup, the large-scale magic projection used to broadcast the event will even be donated to the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic free of charge. Wayne Enterprises has only one condition, which is to enjoy priority use rights.
What can mobile communication do? Muggle TV stations, computers, and even the Internet can do that.
Just set an admission fee and let the families who want to enter pay. At least tens of millions of gold Galleons can be earned every year. Only a fool would take the initiative to lead research and development.
With such good conditions, Oblansk naturally agreed to it immediately.
When the second piece of parchment was finished, he couldn't wait to sign his name.
When Vincent also signed his name, the magic contract officially came into effect.
"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, it's still early, would you like to stay and have lunch with us?"
We're having lunch together? I'm almost nauseous.
Vincent maintained a polite and decent smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, we have already made an appointment with Minister Astrid, and now it's time to leave for Greece."
Oblansk's face was full of regret. "This is too unfortunate."
Vincent suppressed his nausea and said, "Yeah, it's such an unfortunate coincidence."
He and Hermione maintained proper etiquette and quickly left this office full of vanity and hypocrisy.
If they stayed in there for one more second, both of them would feel nauseous.
Although Hermione said nothing throughout the whole process, she could see that Obransk was not a good person.
She had thought that Fudge was just an isolated case, but she was too naive.
Coming down the stairs, the hallway, which had been so quiet just a moment ago, suddenly became lively.
All the Bulgarian wizards, both men and women, gathered together, as if some important person had arrived.
Even the ladies in charge of reception came over, and the scene was almost as spectacular as when Lockhart had not been exposed.
Vincent and Hermione were not interested at all.
The two took off the roses pinned on their chests, placed them on the counter and walked quickly past the crowd.
If it weren't for the bad thing that happened just now, maybe I would have gone to join in the fun.
Let’s forget about it now. The most important thing is to leave the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic as soon as possible.
In the center of the crowd, a tall, handsome boy with thick black hair was suddenly stunned.
The wizards in front of him followed his line of sight and saw two figures walking away, one in front and one behind.
"Viktor? Do you know them?"
The boy shook his head, "No."
A middle-aged wizard who looked like an agent stepped forward.
"Okay, everyone. Viktor has training this afternoon. We have to hurry and register with the Magical Sports and Physical Education Administration."
The surrounding wizards were still fanatical, but they all consciously made way for them.
The tall and handsome boy and his agent walked towards another staircase further down the hall.
Once their backs disappeared, the crowd slowly dispersed.
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