Chapter 182 Cornelius Fudge's Investment Plan
July 7, London, England.
After the secret deal was completed, the subsequent trial was just a formality.
The British Wizarding Congress quickly declared that Carl was not guilty of using the Unforgivable Curse to kill Voldemort.
At the same time, the Wizengamot Council heard Carl's two charges with great efficiency within one day.
Umbridge, the pink toad, took all the blame.
He should have been sent to Azkaban with free food and accommodation, but due to Carl's plea.
He was assigned to work in the toilet of the British Ministry of Magic, where he continued to shine and work, preparing to serve the toilet sanitation of the British wizarding community until the last moment of his life.
Today, in the VIP room of Barclays Bank, a young professional investment manager was looking at the investment plan in front of him.
He asked politely while his face twitched wildly.
"Mr. Karl Hohenzollern, are you sure you want to manage the investment of this fund according to the investment plan you have formulated?"
"I need to remind you that your plan has a very long time horizon, starting from this year's US presidential election."
"By 2022, when the Queen dies, the entire investment plan will span 30 years and will be entirely a gambling investment."
"Is that so? I need to confirm again."
"Of course." Carl answered without hesitation.
The professional agent who received the answer smiled bitterly, nodded politely, and then stood up and said.
"Since you insist on making this choice, then as your investment broker, I can only act according to your wishes."
"I'm going to get the contract. I'll be away for now. Bye."
Having said that, the professional agent turned and left, but before leaving, he did not forget to take a look at the person sitting on the luxurious leather sofa.
Carl, wearing exaggerated frog sunglasses, a cheap T-shirt, and sea blue beach pants, is drinking Coca-Cola with a pink straw.
It was as if a thousand horses were galloping through my heart when I thought of Barclays Bank as the earliest bank in the world.
The clients of the service have always been the top wealthy families in Europe or members of royal families of various countries, and I have always served these distinguished gentlemen.
Providing the best financial services, have you ever thought that the biggest order you ever received would come from such an extravagantly dressed American.
Moreover, the other party's investment plan was simply ridiculous, but for the sake of the 5% service fee, he had no choice but to lower himself and serve such a vulgar guy.
After he left, Cedric, who was dressed the same as Carl, quickly stood up and looked at Carl, and asked with some concern.
"Is it really okay for you to do this? Mr. Cornelius Fudge and his men might not just let it go."
Faced with the doubts, Carl spoke bluntly while using the straw in his mouth to spit bubbles in the remaining Coke.
"What are you talking about? I promised to help them clean up the dirty money, but I didn't promise how long it would take."
"The contract they signed with me is a stable pension insurance, so I will give them a stable pension insurance."
"Starting from this year until 2022, a 30-year stable investment plan, isn't that conscientious enough? You actually doubt my character."
"I think you're itchy again."
"Stable investment?" Cedric almost laughed out of anger when he heard this. He looked at Carl in disbelief as he was about to go on vacation.
He complained silently in his heart.
“It is indeed stable enough, with a 30-year betting plan, ranging from the score predictions of various sports competitions to the time of the British parliamentary early general election.”
"The winner of the US election across the ocean, and even the time of the death of the Queen of England, were all used by this guy as investment plans."
"From the nearly £7,000 million of dirty money Cornelius Fudge handed over to him every year, a small portion was taken out for gambling."
"The proceeds from gambling are regarded as investment income, and this guy is really a shady guy. The professional brokers of other banks usually only charge 2.5% for their services."
"As a result, because the investment plan was too absurd and they were afraid it would only damage their brand, this guy was forced to pay them a 5% service fee."
"I took the remaining 65% for myself, and complained to myself while drinking Coke with an unhappy look on my face. I lost a lot of money again today."
But after complaining about Carl, Cedric was even more shocked by which professional investor actually walked in with a contract.
After pointing out a few details in the contract, he handed the pen to Carl and said.
"If there are no problems, Mr. Hohenzollern, please sign here."
Carl took the pen, skipped all the details prompted by the other party, turned directly to the last page of the contract, and signed his name in a cool manner.
Then he put the limited edition Montblanc pen into his pocket without leaving a trace, and after the other party found it.
Deliberately changing the subject.
"Oh, by the way, I need to emphasize that this investment plan must be carried out according to the schedule I mentioned."
“The first investment must start after fifteen days.”
Hearing this, the professional investor was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon nodded slightly, staring at the pocket where Carl was wearing his pen.
He said this in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
"That's natural, Mr. Barclays Bank always acts in accordance with the wishes of our customers. We only provide the best service they want."
"But I would like to remind you in the end that investment has risks. Please understand if the returns do not meet your expectations."
"Of course." Carl looked into the other person's eyes with a smile on his face. He saw the disdain in the other person's eyes.
But he didn't care much and immediately left the bank with Cedric. As soon as they stood on the street.
Cedric couldn't help but ask.
"It's really crazy. I never imagined that such a ridiculous investment plan could actually be implemented in this country."
Carl responded with disdain.
“I understand very well that people can’t imagine things, they can’t comprehend things.”
"But gambling in the UK, selling blood in the US, and prostitution in Eastern Europe are all normal for people living in these lands."
"Are you interested in investing in it? I guarantee you will make a lot of money."
"Stop." Cedric asked with a serious expression and dark eyes looking at Carl.
"I will not participate in this kind of behavior, but I just heard that you need to explain why you go to Eastern Europe for prostitution."
"Why do you know these things? You must tell me the truth, otherwise I will tell Professor McGonagall."
“Oh my!!!”
The threat hadn't been made for long when Cedric was hit hard on the head by Carl again.
Carl said unhappily.
"Don't understand too much, kid. It won't do you any good. You finally regained your freedom."
"It will take about 15 days for the money from the Ministry of Magic to arrive. Let's go on vacation first."
"Come back and do the real work."
Cedric put his hands on his head with grievance and said angrily.
"Then I have to ask my father first. I'm going to be away from home for such a long time. I need his permission to leave the UK."
After saying that, he turned around and left angrily, but before he had taken two steps, Karl grabbed his neck and pulled him back.
He pulled Cedric, then walked towards the side of the road and snapped his fingers twice.
A classic Rolls-Royce Phantom quickly drove out of the intersection and stopped in front of the two people.
Cedric was roughly stuffed into the back seat by Carl. When he came to his senses, he saw Carl staring at him and talking.
"Don't worry, I have already considered this. If I am not mistaken, your father should be traveling in Egypt now."
"Principal Dumbledore has already written a letter to him. You are not allowed to go anywhere in the next two months."
"Just stay by my side. I paid for it."
