Chapter 189
The old man was very angry.
"Have you heard? The Saints say it's free training, but in fact, they just make people work for them for free! They make people work from morning to night every day, and they don't pay them!"
"I heard it! You have to sign a contract when you enter, and you can't leave if you don't sign! Isn't this bullying honest people!"
"Oh my God, how did the Saints become like this! It turns out they are not..."
"Need I say more? Their true nature is exposed! Do you really think they are good people?"
Similar remarks are getting more and more intense.
From time to time, you can hear them in places where people are mixed, such as bars.
Abernethy learned the news outside and hurried back to the Saints Manor.
"Argus, recently, people in the British wizarding world have been slandering us, saying that we..."
"They say that we are the scourge of the British wizarding world, and we will do whatever it takes to harm British wizards. We should be expelled from Britain."
"It's not that bad..."
Abernethy saw that Argus was not moved at all, and he immediately understood.
The other party must have expected this scene a long time ago and had prepared in advance, just waiting for the fish to take the bait.
"Uncle Abernethy, how many people do you think will believe these words?"
Argus gently turned the pages of the book with his fingers and looked up at Abernethy.
"It's hard to say, but there should be quite a few."
Abernethy hesitated.
"Then do you think they are right?"
"Of course not!"
"What's wrong? We did it." Argus replied lightly and put down the book in his hand.
"There are only a few truly wise people in this world, and most people just follow the crowd."
"It's easy to be influenced by the outside world."
"But these people think they are among the few who hold the truth,"
"Just give them a little push and they will roll up a huge wave."
...
The Leaky Cauldron.
One afternoon.
The bar was noisy, with shouts coming from time to time.
"I've told you all along, the Saints are a bunch of hypocrites!"
"In the past, they were just pretending to lower prices and help civilian wizards!"
"Look at them now, their true colors have been revealed, right?"
"I think so too. Purebloods won't really stand up for us half-bloods. They're just trying to cheat us out of our Galleons!"
"Who says they aren't? My friend went to the Saints for training a few days ago, and now he can't even go out. He works all day and doesn't even get paid half a copper knut!"
"..."
In just a few days, the Saints seemed to have become the dirtiest and most despicable existence in the British wizarding world.
Even the Saints' shops were affected.
The revenue kept falling!
Now, even Vita couldn't sit still and came to Agus with the revenue of the shop in recent days.
"Argus, aren't we going to act yet?"
"During this period, our profits are only half of what they were before. If they drop further, I'm afraid we won't be able to keep even one-third."
"It's not time to fight back yet." Argus was very calm, not showing any anxiety because of the temporary situation.
"But we have spent a lot of money recently to manage the new members. If we don't expand sales as soon as possible, what's the point of recruiting these people? It's a waste of our gold galleons."
"Those pure bloods won't give us time to breathe!"
"Let the spell fly for a while."
"Fly for a while? What do you mean?" Vita was puzzled.
"It means that no matter what kind of enemy you are dealing with or what kind of spell you are casting, it takes a certain amount of time to hit the enemy."
"Our actions are the same. Although counterattacking now can quickly clarify things, it will waste a great opportunity."
"Only when the emotions of British wizards reach their peak will they realize that they have been fooled and the saints have been misunderstood."
"At that time, the public indignation and resentment will be enough to tear everything apart! Even the pure-blood family above us will be of no avail."
"Be patient, Aunt Vita, our funds should be enough to support us for a while."
"Don't be so anxious."
...
The lobby of Severn Manor.
The entire lobby is decorated with various utensils embellished with gold, silver, pearls and jade.
Even with the head below, one can imagine the luxury of the owner of the manor.
There are several people sitting at the desks in the hall, each holding a cup of black tea, laughing happily and wantonly.
"Hahahaha... I thought the Saints were so powerful, but this is all they are! It's only been a few days and the store is already on the verge of closing!"
"That's right! Just a little bit of force and they don't know what to do!"
"Lucius has been cooperating with them for so long, tsk tsk!"
"What can a brat who is not even as old as my son know!"
"It seems that the Saints are really out of people, and let a brat who knows nothing take power, hahahaha..."
"If you ask me, this time I'd better deal with Lucius and the others, and be done with it!"
"No! Lucius, that old fox, is not that easy to deal with, let's deal with the Saints first!"
"Isn't this easy to deal with? Incite the British wizards more, I guarantee that in a few days, their store will not make a penny!"
"Agreed! Act as soon as possible, we have deployed in advance, there must be a lot of good things hidden in the Saints, this time we must eat up the Saints in one bite!"
...
Three days later, the income of the Saints' store dropped again and again.
The reputation also changed from the most respected and favorite store of British wizards to a stinky rat in the gutter.
Many wizards would rather go to other stores to buy at high prices than to look at the Saints' store.
In just three days, the revenue of Saint's shop dropped by two-thirds.
If it weren't for the low price, I'm afraid the remaining one-third would not be able to be kept!
In Diagon Alley.
Several sneaky figures quietly sneaked into the crowd, and their actions were very skilled. It was obvious that they had done it countless times.
Several people came to a place where people gathered and started talking loudly.
"Saints are really a piece of shit. My cousin went into their inner circle and found out that everything they sell is fake!"
"What? Fake? No way?" A person next to him said.
"Of course not! If it's not fake, why do they sell it so cheaply? Do you really think Saints are doing charity?"
"No, this is too heartless, isn't it?"
"Tsk, don't you think about it? The land in Diagon Alley alone is worth so many gold Galleons. If they are not a little more ruthless and make more money, how can they make back their investment?"
"That's true. I remember my cousin's cousin bought materials from Saints to make potions, and he drank himself to death! At that time, I thought there was something wrong with his mixing method, but now it seems..."
A group of people shouted at the top of their lungs, as if they were afraid that others could not hear them.
They didn't notice the changes behind them at all...
