Chapter 254: A Little Civil Servant Shock in the British Empire
Looking at the A4 paper filled with text, various marks made with red and blue pencils, and emphasized explanations at several key points.
Just by looking at it, Carl felt a little fascinated. It had been a long time since he had worked on a report.
Feel the logical power invested by the reader, the actual report is carefully divided into multiple parts.
The report is logically coherent and interconnected; even a person with intellectual disabilities can easily understand all the contents of the report.
"Perfect!" Carl put down the report in his hand and praised sincerely without hesitation.
"If you hadn't handed it to me personally, I would have every reason to doubt the reading solution part of this report."
"It comes from a think tank in some country, or at the very least, a bar association with extraordinary qualifications."
“The content analysis was very thorough, and the author even put forward his own opinions. I was really inspired after reading it.”
"Of course." Hearing Carl's approval, Grindelwald smiled and said with some complacency.
"I have always been very accurate in judging people. This child will be of great help to you, especially for your future plans."
"For example, the first step of your plan is to produce the smartphone you designed. Your original design plan is."
“The design of smartphones and the manufacturing of chips are located in London and Europe, respectively, with the core chip design of mobile phones.”
"Then it will return to the United States, and as for the assembly link with the lowest profit in the entire industrial chain, it will be placed in the big country in the East."
"I have to admit that your plan was great. All aspects were perfect, and everyone got what they wanted during the entire production process."
"Logically, there shouldn't be too many obstacles, but the reality doesn't seem to be what you think. It's not easy to deal with the British side."
Hearing this, Carl fell silent, but as the handsome old man in front of him said, at the beginning, it might be because of the smooth sailing in the magic world.
It made him forget the logic behind how the world works as he held this grand report with full confidence.
When he was preparing to boost the British Empire's collapsing manufacturing industry, he was greeted with a head-on blow.
Because he had no background or suitable identity, not to mention No. 10 Downing Street, he couldn't even be a front desk staff with a registered patent.
It also allowed him to see the efficiency of the British Empire.
He still remembered the first day when he asked Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, to help him register the patent.
A fat lady with a large body resembling a doughnut simply glanced at Mr. Granger.
Then they casually threw out a form and asked me to fill it out without any explanation.
After Mr. Granger filled out the form according to his own requirements and submitted it, it was returned.
I saw Snorlax eating a donut while pointing his finger to the top of the table.
"The category is wrong. This should be a mechanical product. Why did you write electronic invention? Please fill it out again and submit it again."
After saying that, just when Mr. Granger was about to ask if he could just change the product category and resubmit.
That damn "Snorlax" seemed to be able to predict it and shouted in an unpleasant voice.
"The application form must be filled out again immediately without any alterations."
In this way, another 20 minutes were wasted. Mr. Granger finally filled out the complicated form again and handed it over with the drawing.
That damn "Snorlax" just glanced at him lightly and said the same thing again.
"To be able to draw the structure of a drawing, you must have red and blue markers, and you only have black lines here."
“A new blueprint must be drawn up.”
So the two of them declared failure on the first day, and on the second day they came to the office window sill again.
A new show was staged again. This time, the "Snorlax" did not say that it was a color problem. She just shook her pig head and said it casually.
"What about the attachments to the drawings? Drawings drawn by hand alone cannot be patented. They must be scanned by a computer."
"Send it to the electronic archive for record at the same time, and then get the receipt back."
Another good day was wasted, and on the third day the two came again.
"The return receipt needs to be reported to the machinery management office of the municipal department and must be certified by a local university or scientific institution of the same level."
"We can't allow people to apply for a new patent just because they invented a bottle cap that can be easily opened and closed."
In this way, after spending more than a week going back and forth, he and Mr. Granger finally gathered a pile of documents that was more than a person tall.
When I came to the window again, the "Snorlax" had disappeared and was replaced by a "Stick Insect".
A middle-aged man with a bald head and dry skin like tree bark came to greet them again, but the guy started talking.
Carl almost collapsed, and saw the "stick insect" speaking in a weak voice.
"Mr. Granger, if I'm not mistaken, this should be an electronic invention. Why did you write it as a mechanical product invention?"
From that day on, Carl never set foot in that office again. He suddenly began to understand that sometimes a country rises and falls.
Maybe it has never been about luck or metaphysics. Everything is destined and the foreshadowing has already been laid.
"You are a very smart child, and also very realistic. The suffering you endured in that building made you lose your illusions about this world early on."
"But sometimes, people are prone to fantasy, just like when I was on top of that tall tower, whenever the warm sunlight shone on me."
"I always dream that I have returned to that summer, but when I open my eyes, all I can see is the mountains and snow."
Grindelwald looked at Carl who was lost in his painful memories and said calmly.
Then he moved the report a little towards the other person and gently patted the cover with his hand.
"He can help you now. You are so proud that you would never allow yourself to hide your real name to accommodate those you despise."
"Think about it this way. You are quite filial to me, your father. I am very pleased. So I want to help you, kid!"
"Kevin Lestrange, the future heir of the French Lestrange family, has received the most formal elite education since childhood."
"And his family has extraordinary influence in the Muggle society throughout Europe. They have married into the French royal family many times."
"Even now, they still have the blood of Queen Elizabeth flowing in their veins, thanks to his help."
“It’s much easier to get things done in the UK.”
"Indeed." Carl nodded slightly, agreeing with the other party's statement, but the moment he looked up, he changed the subject and spoke very firmly.
"But please allow me to decline this offer."
