Chapter 511 The Ownership of 1 Galleon
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"Let's not talk about the Order of the Phoenix for now." Suer bent down to pack his luggage.
After a while, he took out a cloth bag, and something inside jingled and made a pleasant sound.
Fred's eyes widened and he caught the bag thrown by Sule in a panic. He opened the bag and took a look.
"One thousand galleons." Soul said with a smile, "This is the bonus from the Goblet of Fire. Harry gave me the entire bonus."
"This is a thousand galleons!" The distance between George and Fred was very short, but he still trotted over, grabbed the bag from Fred's hand, shook it, and there was another jingle.
"I've never seen so much money, are you serious?"
"Of course, isn't this what we have agreed on a long time ago?" Suer spread his hands, "I will be responsible for paying, and you will be responsible for making the products."
"But this is a thousand galleons. How long will it take for us to make it back? Aren't you worried about losing money?" Fred said seriously.
Of course it won't lose money. In the original book, Weasley's Trick Workshop is the new cash cow in the wizarding world. It has been opened in Diagon Alley for who knows how many years...
Although one of the twin brothers in the original book unfortunately lost his life in the final battle.
Think about it, just one designer can make the trick shop prosperous. If there is one more this time, how popular will Weasley's trick shop be?
Therefore, regardless of friendship, it is all about gold galleons.
Anyone who dares to attack the Weasley brothers must be prepared to bear the wrath of Soul.
After all, those who stand in the way of people's wealth are like murdering their parents.
Fred and George were beaming after receiving Sule's affirmative answer. They held the money bags in their hands as if they had found treasures, and discussed with great interest how to distribute the thousand galleons.
This money is enough to fulfill their dream of opening a small shop in Diagon Alley.
Just when they were discussing when to go to Diagon Alley to inspect a store and rent one, Suer had a different opinion.
"Instead of leasing a store, why don't we just buy a store?"
This suggestion was unthinkable to the Weasley brothers, who were very careful about their budget and had to use even one Copper Nut. Owning a shop would obviously increase a lot of costs.
"But even if you add me and Fred's 327 gold Galleons, 6 silver Sickles and 43 copper Knuts, we still can't buy a store..."
Yes, for young people who are starting a business for the first time, renting a small shop and developing slowly is the safest solution.
But Sur's vision is not limited to this. He has the advantage of being a prophet.
The British wizarding world is about to be in chaos. Businessmen are the ones who cherish their lives the most. They will choose to abandon this place and go to the outside world. This means that Britain's fragile original business model will be affected and housing prices will inevitably plummet.
A large shop that usually costs tens of thousands of galleons, during this war, maybe Suer and the others can take a step back and get a shop that is entirely their own at a much lower price.
If you have more money, you can take advantage of the situation and buy a few more. It will also be very satisfying to be a charterer in Diagon Alley in the future.
Su'er knew very well what the outcome of the war would be. This would be a sure-fire deal.
"Don't worry, Fred, George, we can wait. If we have time, we can go to Diagon Alley to inquire about it."
"I insist on buying stores, and we have our own fundamentals, which is very beneficial to future development."
"As for money..." Soul showed a smile. Not to mention Harry, a rich man, Sirius also had considerable financial resources.
Look, he bought the Firebolt that just came on the market without blinking an eye. You know, at that time, when he was wanted by the Ministry of Magic, he could still come up with a large amount of Galleons to give to Harry. Give me a meeting gift...
It can be seen that Sirius must be an extremely wealthy owner.
"If you don't mind having one more investor..."
Fred and George were silent, lost in thought, communicating with each other for a while with the unique tacit understanding between twin brothers, and speaking in unison.
"Then listen to you!"
"What are you talking about? Listen to Suer, what is that in your hand? George?" Ron opened the door and came in with a confused look on his face.
The two brothers looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding. George put the bag in his hand behind him, and Fred was responsible for covering Ron's sight and diverting Ron's attention.
"Nothing, it's not polite to eavesdrop on other people, Ronnie." Fred said with a smile.
"I didn't eavesdrop on you, and besides! Don't call me little Ronnie! I have a name!" Ron's attention was diverted as expected, "Mom asked me to come up and call you down."
"It's time for dinner!"
……
The long-lost Merlin appears again. Time is just like Merlin liked Balenciaga one second, and changed to Valentino the next second. It was so fast that people were caught off guard.
There were not many people at the dinner party, only the young couple Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Hermione Sue, and the four Weasley children.
Bill and Charlie work abroad and are not here.
Although there were not many people, Mrs. Weasley still showed off her skills, especially the plate of sweet and sour fried tenderloin wrapped in sauce, which made Soul's index finger move. If there were some green onions on this plate of fried tenderloin strips, Silk is very similar to an ancient Eastern dish called Guobao Pork.
In addition, Mrs. Weasley’s signature bacon sandwich is also a dish worthy of praise.
"Kreacher! As the master, I order you to get out of here!"
Soul experienced the feeling of being secretly rubbed and stared at by a strange thing while eating, and Sirius's roar sounded.
"As you command, Master Black." Kreacher said strangely, turning around and walking towards the darkest and least noticeable corner of the house.
"Who told you to be my master?"
"Isn't that bad for you? Sirius." Hermione couldn't help but say, "I don't think it means any harm."
"Come on, haven't you given up on your 'vomiting' yet?" Ron complained.
"That's called the Society for the Promotion of House-Elf Rights!" Hermione said angrily, "I don't expect you to understand the meaning of what I do, but I hope you can call it the right name!"
"Okay, okay." Ron spread his hands and glanced at Suer, "I didn't say anything wrong... This elf has a serious brain disease, and the abbreviation of his name originally means... Suer what you think?"
Hermione immediately cast her gaze over.
Why did the fire burn me?
Soul blinked, but he was already prepared. He silently opened his collar, revealing a silver badge under the collar, with the word 'spew' shining in silver.
Hermione was extremely satisfied, gave Soul a look like "you're so awesome, I'll reward you tonight", and then snorted triumphantly at Ron.
"Are you the only one who has the support of your boyfriend?" Ron's plan to divert the fire failed. He muttered and continued to eat the food on the plate.
At this time.
A strange but familiar female voice sounded, accompanied by brisk footsteps.
"Wow, it looks like we came at the right time."
After a while, he took out a cloth bag, and something inside jingled and made a pleasant sound.
Fred's eyes widened and he caught the bag thrown by Sule in a panic. He opened the bag and took a look.
"One thousand galleons." Soul said with a smile, "This is the bonus from the Goblet of Fire. Harry gave me the entire bonus."
"This is a thousand galleons!" The distance between George and Fred was very short, but he still trotted over, grabbed the bag from Fred's hand, shook it, and there was another jingle.
"I've never seen so much money, are you serious?"
"Of course, isn't this what we have agreed on a long time ago?" Suer spread his hands, "I will be responsible for paying, and you will be responsible for making the products."
"But this is a thousand galleons. How long will it take for us to make it back? Aren't you worried about losing money?" Fred said seriously.
Of course it won't lose money. In the original book, Weasley's Trick Workshop is the new cash cow in the wizarding world. It has been opened in Diagon Alley for who knows how many years...
Although one of the twin brothers in the original book unfortunately lost his life in the final battle.
Think about it, just one designer can make the trick shop prosperous. If there is one more this time, how popular will Weasley's trick shop be?
Therefore, regardless of friendship, it is all about gold galleons.
Anyone who dares to attack the Weasley brothers must be prepared to bear the wrath of Soul.
After all, those who stand in the way of people's wealth are like murdering their parents.
Fred and George were beaming after receiving Sule's affirmative answer. They held the money bags in their hands as if they had found treasures, and discussed with great interest how to distribute the thousand galleons.
This money is enough to fulfill their dream of opening a small shop in Diagon Alley.
Just when they were discussing when to go to Diagon Alley to inspect a store and rent one, Suer had a different opinion.
"Instead of leasing a store, why don't we just buy a store?"
This suggestion was unthinkable to the Weasley brothers, who were very careful about their budget and had to use even one Copper Nut. Owning a shop would obviously increase a lot of costs.
"But even if you add me and Fred's 327 gold Galleons, 6 silver Sickles and 43 copper Knuts, we still can't buy a store..."
Yes, for young people who are starting a business for the first time, renting a small shop and developing slowly is the safest solution.
But Sur's vision is not limited to this. He has the advantage of being a prophet.
The British wizarding world is about to be in chaos. Businessmen are the ones who cherish their lives the most. They will choose to abandon this place and go to the outside world. This means that Britain's fragile original business model will be affected and housing prices will inevitably plummet.
A large shop that usually costs tens of thousands of galleons, during this war, maybe Suer and the others can take a step back and get a shop that is entirely their own at a much lower price.
If you have more money, you can take advantage of the situation and buy a few more. It will also be very satisfying to be a charterer in Diagon Alley in the future.
Su'er knew very well what the outcome of the war would be. This would be a sure-fire deal.
"Don't worry, Fred, George, we can wait. If we have time, we can go to Diagon Alley to inquire about it."
"I insist on buying stores, and we have our own fundamentals, which is very beneficial to future development."
"As for money..." Soul showed a smile. Not to mention Harry, a rich man, Sirius also had considerable financial resources.
Look, he bought the Firebolt that just came on the market without blinking an eye. You know, at that time, when he was wanted by the Ministry of Magic, he could still come up with a large amount of Galleons to give to Harry. Give me a meeting gift...
It can be seen that Sirius must be an extremely wealthy owner.
"If you don't mind having one more investor..."
Fred and George were silent, lost in thought, communicating with each other for a while with the unique tacit understanding between twin brothers, and speaking in unison.
"Then listen to you!"
"What are you talking about? Listen to Suer, what is that in your hand? George?" Ron opened the door and came in with a confused look on his face.
The two brothers looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding. George put the bag in his hand behind him, and Fred was responsible for covering Ron's sight and diverting Ron's attention.
"Nothing, it's not polite to eavesdrop on other people, Ronnie." Fred said with a smile.
"I didn't eavesdrop on you, and besides! Don't call me little Ronnie! I have a name!" Ron's attention was diverted as expected, "Mom asked me to come up and call you down."
"It's time for dinner!"
……
The long-lost Merlin appears again. Time is just like Merlin liked Balenciaga one second, and changed to Valentino the next second. It was so fast that people were caught off guard.
There were not many people at the dinner party, only the young couple Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Hermione Sue, and the four Weasley children.
Bill and Charlie work abroad and are not here.
Although there were not many people, Mrs. Weasley still showed off her skills, especially the plate of sweet and sour fried tenderloin wrapped in sauce, which made Soul's index finger move. If there were some green onions on this plate of fried tenderloin strips, Silk is very similar to an ancient Eastern dish called Guobao Pork.
In addition, Mrs. Weasley’s signature bacon sandwich is also a dish worthy of praise.
"Kreacher! As the master, I order you to get out of here!"
Soul experienced the feeling of being secretly rubbed and stared at by a strange thing while eating, and Sirius's roar sounded.
"As you command, Master Black." Kreacher said strangely, turning around and walking towards the darkest and least noticeable corner of the house.
"Who told you to be my master?"
"Isn't that bad for you? Sirius." Hermione couldn't help but say, "I don't think it means any harm."
"Come on, haven't you given up on your 'vomiting' yet?" Ron complained.
"That's called the Society for the Promotion of House-Elf Rights!" Hermione said angrily, "I don't expect you to understand the meaning of what I do, but I hope you can call it the right name!"
"Okay, okay." Ron spread his hands and glanced at Suer, "I didn't say anything wrong... This elf has a serious brain disease, and the abbreviation of his name originally means... Suer what you think?"
Hermione immediately cast her gaze over.
Why did the fire burn me?
Soul blinked, but he was already prepared. He silently opened his collar, revealing a silver badge under the collar, with the word 'spew' shining in silver.
Hermione was extremely satisfied, gave Soul a look like "you're so awesome, I'll reward you tonight", and then snorted triumphantly at Ron.
"Are you the only one who has the support of your boyfriend?" Ron's plan to divert the fire failed. He muttered and continued to eat the food on the plate.
At this time.
A strange but familiar female voice sounded, accompanied by brisk footsteps.
"Wow, it looks like we came at the right time."
