Chapter 981 The Master Bleeds

Lucius quickly entered the amount of 80, but stopped just before clicking confirm.

"What?" Madam Zabini asked anxiously, "There are less than three minutes left. The Black family is rich, but they can't easily come up with 3 Galleons."

Lucius dropped his hands, "Calm down, Lucretia, it seems we have fallen into a trap."

Old Nott understood instantly, "Does the Black kid want us to spend a lot of money to get the advertisement?"

Indeed, he had been adding more Galleons at a time before, but when he saw them stop, he added hundreds of thousands in one go.

Why do this? Isn't it to stimulate them?

Mrs. Zabini's beautiful face glanced at Sirius, who was lazily leaning back in the chair, "Lucius, how did you offend him?"

Her teasing tone made Lucius feel quite embarrassed.

He had just spent a lot of money to clean up Fudge's mess, and just two days of peace and quiet, he encountered such a bad thing again.

It was all because of that strange smear article. If he didn't know the character of his "old friend" Fudge very well, he would have doubted whether this was a conspiracy between them.

Okay, you all think of Lucius Malfoy as a sucker, right? At worst, we won't advertise the Nobili brand. It's not like we can't use traditional promotional channels. It's just that the effect will be less and we have to spend some gold Galleons. It's not a problem at all.

At this moment, Sirius, who had been slumped in his chair, suddenly stood up.

He bowed gracefully towards Lucius and said, "Thanks to Nobili's generosity, our newly established 'Prongs' brand will be honored with prime-time advertising."

Prongs brand? What the hell is that?

Lucius took another deep breath and remembered when he entered the scene.

He originally thought that Vincent was just chatting and laughing with them to build good relations, but now it seems that they are just like him, setting up a new brand of magic home appliances together.

Then, they will be competitors in the future.

Lucius glanced at the time.

There are less than ten seconds left and it is too late to change the price.

With an anxious look on his face, he quickly reached out and tapped the confirmation interface on the projection screen in front of him.

At 11 a.m., the prime-time advertisement for the global live broadcast of the Triwizard Tournament was finally won by the Nobili brand for 80 gold galleons.

When the projection screen displayed this line of text, Sirius, who should have been depressed, had a smile on his face.

He won the final extreme tug of war.

A total of 80 gold galleons, that’s a huge loss.

Vincent was so happy that he made a fortune.

Especially since she is earning the money of pure-blood gentlemen, she will probably wake up laughing in her dreams during this period.

Madam Zabini looked at Lucius in confusion, "Are you crazy? If Black had just said that, we would have lost hundreds of thousands of Galleons in vain!"

Old Nott reached out to stop her, "Lucretia, don't you understand? This is an open conspiracy against us."

From the moment it stepped into this damn venue, the Nobili brand was destined to bleed heavily.

Unless they can give up the opportunity to advertise to the global wizarding community and give up the vast international market, they will have to accept even one million gold Galleons.

Although Mrs. Zabini was a woman, she was not a stupid woman. She could figure it out if she thought about it carefully.

"What a bunch of bastards!" After she finished cursing, she stared viciously at the center of the venue.

Vincent, with a beaming look on his face, was announcing the results of the bidding, and her eyes were becoming more and more fierce.

This little bastard is the biggest winner. He is definitely involved in the whole thing.

The Wizards had already failed once two years ago, and today they failed again.

Mrs. Zabini snorted and took the goblet on the table and drank it all in one gulp. "You should have listened to me in the beginning. If you hadn't killed this little beast, there would have been endless troubles in the future."

Including Lucius, they all had a flash of regret.

But it was useless to regret. He was no longer a nobody, and his magic level was enough to face three Death Eaters alone.

A few long sighs were enough to explain their mood at the moment.

After Vincent happily announced the result, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Several long dining carts slowly entered the venue and stopped in front of the long platinum table near the center along the marble floor.

He walked over to one of the dining cars and grabbed a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket on top.

"Today is a wonderful day. I hope everyone will be so kind as to attend the upcoming banquet."

Vincent turned around and raised the bottle in his hand towards Lucius and the others. "Relax, I never like serious occasions. This is just a simple lunch."

He swirled the champagne and slowly opened the bottle.

With a "bang", the golden wine in the bottle broke open the sealed cork, spraying out a large number of floating bright bubbles.

Vincent poured champagne into a goblet on the dining car, then raised it to everyone and said, "I wish you all a great day, please enjoy it!"

Some are happy and some are sad. For most wizards who are already in the mood for fun, as long as there is nothing important, they are still very happy to attend the Wayne Enterprises banquet.

But for the pure-blood gentlemen who were cheated, they were unwilling to stay even for a second longer.

Lucius stood up with a gloomy face and strode towards the exit of the venue.

"Haha--" Sirius stopped in front of them holding the goblet, "Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy."

Madam Zabini and old Nott looked extremely unhappy, but Lucius forced out a false smile.

However, his voice was extremely cold. "Mr. Black, thank you for your help."

Sirius nodded with a smile on his face, "It's noon now, why don't you stay and have something to eat?"

Lucius looked at the venue which was gradually becoming lively and said, "Forget it. I can't afford Wayne Enterprises' hospitality."

Sirius shook the goblet in his hand with great regret and took a sip of champagne. "Well, you are all busy people. You really don't have time to waste here."

The gentlemen were filled with hatred as they watched him leave in such a dashing manner, but they soon displayed their proper demeanor and walked out of the venue with elegant steps even though they were bleeding heavily.

Vincent, who was talking to the head of the Sideswipe Broom Company, almost laughed out loud when he saw this scene.

He took a sip of champagne to ease the embarrassment. "Sorry, Mr. Olton, we won't talk about business today. Besides, the flying boots are still a long way from mass production."

Whitehorn and Theo, who were nearby, breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

Although they lost the pre-match advertising auction to Sideswipe, they still have a good chance of survival as long as they can hold on to their base in the UK before the Flying Boots go into mass production.

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