Chapter 494: Carl Waiting

Mr. Zachary Ward walked out of the reception room and did not turn around and leave. Instead, he listened to Lucius's performance art that was still going on in the reception room through a wooden door.

Then he picked up his new smartphone and sent a text message to a mysterious number. The content of the text message was very simple, just a short sentence.

"The fish is hooked."

Not long after sending the text message, he suddenly received an online push containing a news report that No. 10 Downing Street had just officially announced.

Discussions have already begun with executives from MAT Technology and many other multinational companies on the UK investment component of the European Industrial Plan 2.0.

He also promised that action would be taken soon to lead Britain back to its leading position in the new industry and restore the glory of the British Empire.

Looking at this news push, Mr. Zachley Ward couldn't help feeling a little emotional, and then he stopped waiting for the other party to send a text message back.

He put the phone back into his pocket, turned around and left the building along the fire escape.

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In the high-end reception room in the basement meeting room of the British Ministry of Magic, Carl turned off the screen of his mobile phone and put it back into his pocket.

Sitting quietly in the chair, listening to the noise coming from the other side of the wall, the meeting hall of the Wizengamot Council was just across the wall.

A special meeting is being held at this moment, and the content of the meeting is about the resignation of Albus Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot Council.

The debate on whether the other side should be held responsible for the economic crisis lasted nearly two hours.

The two parties in the meeting were the British Ministry of Magic and the presidium members of the Wizengamot Council.

Needless to say, Cornelius Fudge was ready to add insult to injury as soon as he saw someone willing to take the blame.

They hope to put all the blame on Dumbledore, but the presidium of the Parliament certainly does not agree with this statement.

They even denied the other party's attempt to sentence Dumbledore, and they even refused to accept Dumbledore's request to resign.

The two sides argued and blamed each other over who should be held responsible for the economic crisis.

The noisy sound could be heard clearly through the wall. Carl had been waiting here for about half an hour.

Listening to the noisy sound, a meaningful expression appeared on his face.

"They are still thinking about negotiating with you." Kevin Lestrange, who had been working on the side in silence for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"They specifically asked us to arrange it here. Maybe they wanted to remind you that Dumbledore has retired and you have lost your biggest backer."

"It never occurred to them in their stupid heads that this might have been arranged by you. Now who else but you can make Headmaster Dumbledore resign?"

"If they could think clearly, they wouldn't have been doing nothing for nearly a month."

With a mocking look on his face, Carl took out a cigarette from his cigarette box, lit it slowly, and then slowly exhaled the first puff of smoke.

He spoke casually.

"During this month, they can contact the Ministries of Magic in various countries in the European wizarding world, or submit an application to the Magical Congress of the United States."

"At least something should be done, even though this economic crisis is still localized and has no chance of spreading outward."

"But whether something can be done well is often a question of ability, while whether you are willing to do it is a question of attitude."

"Now in the eyes of wizards in the British wizarding world, that old bee is the big boss behind the scenes. He represents evil."

"The British Ministry of Magic is a bunch of good-for-nothings, representing complete incompetence. If you don't fight for the power of public opinion, it will naturally shift to your opponents."

Carl took another drag on his cigarette, the white smoke shrouding it and making those beautiful blue eyes appear half-clear.

"In fact, this cannot be blamed on the incompetence of the British Ministry of Magic. For nearly half a century, the peace and stability of the British wizarding world has been protected by that old bee."

"A strong parent can certainly maintain the stability and harmony of a family, but sometimes it can also make the next generation incompetent."

"They are like a group of children who have never been weaned. They have never learned how to face a crisis on their own."

"So I let Dumbledore put down the responsibility he had been protecting for half a century, which can be regarded as helping the entire British wizarding world move forward."

"As long as you are happy." Kevin Lestrange said silently, then lowered his head and continued his work.

As the organization's money bag, his job is now very busy. Every day when he opens his eyes, there are countless bills or funding requests waiting for him to process.

To do this, he had to rely on the MacBook Air 1000 laptop they released to handle his work, as well as a set of programs written by that silly pumpkin head.

It’s called “WeChat”, a chat software that is more convenient than email and allows real-time chat with the help of the Internet.

The release of this program caused a great sensation and has been widely used in senior business circles in the United States.

His hands were flying wildly on the keyboard, rejecting or agreeing to the other party's requests in each chat box, just while typing.

Through the reflection of the computer screen glass, he couldn't help but look at the boy's profile reflected in the glass from time to time.

That face was absolutely beautiful and resolute, and it seemed like nothing could stop the owner of that face.

But through subtle observations from the corner of his eyes, Kevin Lestrange could still find that Carl was actually very uneasy in his heart.

Ever since Dumbledore announced his resignation after the lunch fight, Carl had been hiding a very deep sense of guilt in the corners of his eyes.

During the conversation, the other party kept emphasizing to me, intentionally or unintentionally, the necessity and correctness of his doing so.

This is an extremely abnormal situation. You know, no matter how important the plan is, Carl, I will only tell you once and won't repeat it.

Because he is an extremely confident person, he never needs to repeat the same words over and over again.

To deepen one's confidence in one's judgment on something, this repetitive proof language actually reflects it.

Deep down, Carl felt a certain amount of guilt towards Headmaster Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, Kevin Lestrange couldn't help but begin to pray, hoping that Mr. Cornelius Fudge would have some understanding.

Don't talk nonsense in the subsequent negotiations, because he knows very well that the person next to him is never someone who is willing to compromise himself.

He would always vent the guilt and grievance in his heart on others as long as there was a suitable excuse.