Machioni is soone who is passionate about the pursuit of wealth, and he has always been very straightforward in showing this.
After signing the contract, Machioni urged to proceed imdiately to the next step, not wanting to waste a second of money-making ti. This ti, Professor Morry asked Steven to entertain the guests at the party, while he accompanied Vid to Machioni’s Magic Workshop.
"It’s best to get the first batch of products on the shelves before the school year starts. Students and their parents will definitely be willing to empty their wallets to buy our goods," Machioni said enthusiastically, "We can also launch different packaging, different quantities, different qualities. Even if we just add so prints on the parchnt and sprinkle so Gold Powder, the Pure-Blood Nobles are willing to pay three tis the price. By the way, I also need to rush out a batch of posters, and paste them in Diagon Alley by tomorrow morning!"
Vid couldn’t help but click his tongue and asked, "Will it be in ti?"
"Of course!" Machioni winked, "Dear Vid, in the world of magic, anything is possible!"
Vid thought he might have so wonderful spell to speed up production, but when they used Floo Powder to arrive at Machioni’s company, he realized it was the power of money.
The company hall was very spacious, with a small flowing waterfall in the center. Above the water, the words "Aslan Magic Workshop" flashed with golden light. The arched do was painted with pictures of various Magical Creatures, so of which were slowly moving. Around the periter were burning fireplaces, with green flas rising and falling, and occasionally, a wizard would walk out from them.
"Why the sudden notification to work overti during the Christmas holidays?" A young man, perhaps not noticing the boss nearby, complained loudly, "I was already planning to travel to Italy!"
"I heard there’s a need for urgent production," said another witch, happily, "Overti pay is calculated at three tis the usual rate!"
The short-haired young man imdiately cald down, "Well, that’s not bad then."
"Make way—please make way—"
A goblin shouted loudly, directing a stack of boxes as tall as a mountain to move slowly. He advanced very slowly because there were many people in the hall, which made the goblin look very irritable.
The suddenly increased workload made everything seem chaotic, with several House-Elves weaving through people’s legs, running back and forth swiftly, delivering various things.
Above the hall, colorful paper airplanes swirled in flocks, occasionally targeting soone and diving down swiftly with a swoosh.
"Oh, damn!" A wizard suddenly had a paper airplane pierce his hat. He took off the airplane, unfolded it, and imdiately shouted, "How did I just now discover there’s not much Stone Scale Fish Oil left! We said before the holiday break to check the inventory and refill anything lacking promptly! Don’t let find out who was neglecting their duty!"
He hurriedly ran through the crowd, nearly knocking over the goblin, who angrily dropped the boxes and hurled curses.
Vid was quite surprised in his heart.
Judging from the chaotic state of the Magic Workshop now, Machioni may have ordered all employees to prepare for overti as soon as he saw the effect of the Friendship Book—at that ti, everyone was still hopeful and negotiating with Professor Morry, but the determined Machioni might have already thought out how to proceed with the follow-up work.
"Sorry, it’s really too chaotic here today! It’s not usually like this. Vid, Professor, co with , let’s go this way."
Machioni led Vid and Professor Morry through the crowd, into a private elevator, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, pressing the [Sixth Floor - Technical Departnt] button while loosening his collar.
"Your workshop has seven floors now?" Professor Morry squinted at the row of elevator buttons and said, "I rember it only had five last ti I ca."
"Yes, we’ve developed quite well these years," Machioni said proudly, "The transformation of the Magic Radio is a big deal, and we have Professor to thank for authorizing it."
"There aren’t many wizards willing to actively accept new things, let alone transform Muggle objects. Many people still think Muggles are so stupid, inferior creatures, it’s extrely foolish!"
"The first ti I went to school and saw that scarlet train running like a giant beast across the Scottish Highlands, I was deeply shocked by the wisdom and power of Muggles—not long after graduating from school, I originally wanted to sneak into a Muggle university to study, but for various reasons, I ended up regretfully giving up..."
"--What various reasons, wasn’t it because you couldn’t understand?" Professor Morry sharply exposed the truth.
"Hahaha—don’t say it so bluntly in front of the kid, Professor!"
Vid suddenly realized that although Professor Morry often complained about Machioni, their relationship was actually much better than it seed on the surface. When talking privately, there was a special kind of tacit understanding between them.
He looked at the poster stickers in the elevator, listening quietly without interrupting.
The technical departnt had two goblins and five or six wizards. They had already prepared a variety of tools, waiting in the office. Unlike a Muggle office, there were all kinds of magical, slowly moving Magic Objects, various lights of different colors flashing from ti to ti, and the room was filled with many subtle sounds.
There, Professor Morry and Machioni found an empty desk to sit by and drink tea, allowing Vid to communicate with the technical departnt staff.
Vid first demonstrated the process of making the Friendship Book. For the more ti-consuming potion preparation, he directly brought ready-made ones. Everyone present was an expert, and after watching once, they almost grasped the general process. Then they broke down the entire process step by step, finally reaching a point where over eighty percent of the small steps could be completed by a third-year student of Hogwarts. So were continuously calculating how to further reduce costs, bringing in various materials for adjustnt. In less than half an hour, the technical departnt had determined the first batch of products’ production process, and the entire Magic Workshop truly entered a high-speed operation phase.
During this period, although Machioni only occasionally chatted softly with Professor Morry, he was also discreetly observing Vid.
The black-haired boy wasn’t very tall yet, and after presenting his work, he hardly spoke. But every ti he opened his mouth, he hit the mark and was always on point. The technical departnt mbers attempted to modify his Magic Rune Circuits several tis, but before they acted, he pointed out the consequences of such actions—either a reduction in stability or delays and even losses in transmitted information.
It turned out that he was right every ti.
Machioni stuck out his tongue quietly, finally understanding why Professor Morry always dismissed his abilities—even though he also got an E (Exceeds Expectations) in the ultimate wizard registration exam—
Look at this kid; he not only has genius ideas and a diligent learning attitude, but also a highly practical, well-tested experintal spirit—if he hadn’t tried dozens or hundreds of tis, how could he possibly be so familiar with all changes?
No wonder Professor Morry, with his current status, was willing to put aside his reputation to support this child and personally fight for greater benefits for him.
Geniuses in the world are like flowing water, so many. Even so people call Machioni a genius, so he knows better—many geniuses, if they only have a smart brain, will gradually fade into the crowd, or even end up heading to Azkaban for "further education" because they’re too "smart." Only geniuses like Vid—unless he gets prematurely cut off—his achievents are beyond doubt, and his glory is clearly visible.
How to win over such a genius?
Machioni adjusted his strategy, which he had already revised three tis in his mind, again.
Eleven years old... Is such a kid really only eleven years old... It makes him feel like his more than thirty years of life has been lived on a Flöbo Caterpillar...
Could it be...
Suddenly, Machioni leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said, "Professor—Professor Morry—just tell the truth—this child is actually your illegitimate son, right?"
Vid suddenly heard a scream while discussing the lead powder ratio with the technical departnt. He turned his head and saw that Machioni had already rolled off the side of the table, while Professor Morry smiled, signaling that nothing was wrong.
—It’s just that for so reason, his smile looked a bit grim.
Vid blinked blankly.
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