Hill was stunned for a moment, and his eyes gradually became a little different when he looked at Mag. He was curious, surprised, and also felt a little sympathetic.
yes.
From the moment she was born, money was just a number to her.
No one knows how much money Buffett Bank actually has. It is a number huge enough to make dragons and kings jealous.
she knows.
It was a meaningless string of numbers, at least to her.
"Yeah, actually, what's the use of money? What's the use of wealth? I've never touched money, I'm not interested in money." Hill smiled a little self-deprecatingly, "It's just that they all think that I work hard for more." Money, is there any difference between the number after the string of numbers and one more zero and one less zero?"
Mag looked at Hill and suddenly fell into deep thought.
Um.
It seems that he has met his opponent.
The way rich people show off is always the same.
But you still can't refute it, after all...he thought the same way back then.
"Yes, there is no difference." So he nodded with deep understanding.
"Actually, our family is just an ordinary family. There is nothing special. At most, the house is a little bigger." Hill said with a bit of helplessness: "However, every time I brought friends home when I was a child, I always lost a few friends. Is it a big deal if you get lost in someone else’s house?”
"That's not true..." Mag shook his head. If it were him, his young mind wouldn't be able to accept such an intangible way of showing off wealth.
"Mr. McGonagall, you are indeed very special." Hill smiled and lightly touched a small raised bead on his hand. The secretary quickly walked in from outside the carriage and took it out from the closet of the carriage. A bottle of red wine and two tall crystal glasses. Uncork the wine, and a strong aroma of red wine will spread in the carriage. Pour the red wine out and let it wake up in a decanter for a while, then pour it into the tall glasses. , placed it gently on the small table sticking out between Mag and Hill, then bent down and exited the carriage.
"So, I still want to have a drink with you." Hill picked up the wine glass, swaying slightly in his fingers, and looked at Mag with a smile.
Mag glanced at the wine glass in front of him and Hill who was looking at him. He hesitated and then reached out to pick up the wine glass.
"Respect is worse than obeying orders." Mag raised his glass and clinked it with Hill, and then took a sip of wine. This is the best V-level wine from Buffett Winery. It has a rich aroma, mellow taste, and the characteristics of the system. There are some differences in brewing, but it is still a top-notch wine.
Along the way, Hill talked a little more than usual. Although she was still restrained and didn't talk too much about life, Mag obviously felt that her defensiveness against him had dropped a lot.
"Pretending to be cool is probably a good way to get closer to someone, right?" Mag got off the carriage and couldn't help but muttered as he watched the luxurious carriage go away.
As soon as Mag turned around, he met Irina who was leaning against the door at some point and looking at him with a serious look on her face.
"Where have you been?" Just when he was about to say something, Irina had already walked over with long legs, and then sniffed him: "You smell of alcohol on your body, and you have a date with someone for a drink in broad daylight?"
"And the smell of perfume, woman?"
"Who is the woman in the car?"
The series of questions, and the dangerous aura flashing in his eyes, made Mag's nerves quickly tense up, and he said very frankly: "Hill Buffett, the current boss of Buffett Bank, I will have a talk with her about hundreds of millions at noon. We’ve gone on business and it’s normal to drink some wine while we’re talking about business.”
"A few hundred million?" Irina's eyes narrowed slightly, like countless swords flying in the middle.
Mag felt a chill on his back and said quickly: "It's not what you think. Come on, go in and I'll talk to you slowly."
"You'd better tell me how you negotiated this multi-billion dollar business." Irina raised a dangerous arc at the corner of her mouth, turned and walked towards the restaurant.
"I'm...just sitting." Mag looked innocent, how else could he talk.
After entering the restaurant, Mag locked the door and made sure there was no third person in the restaurant. He walked to sit opposite Irina.
"Can a rich woman make you feel happy?" As soon as Mag sat down, Irina raised her eyes and asked.
"It's okay, we had a pleasant conversation, Guo Fei..." Mag nodded, paused, and suddenly felt that the words sounded a bit crooked.
"hehe."
"Hey, hey, hey! Honey, don't get me wrong, we are talking about business seriously." Mag looked at Irina who slowly took out the folding chair, stood up at once, and hurriedly explained:
"Do you still remember those steam engines that the factory sent over a few days ago? Miss Hill is my collaborator on the steam engine project. In addition, she, Chaos City, and I also worked together to develop a railway project, using steam engines to drive The steam locomotive will run on the railway leading to the Goblin Vic Ridge. A few years ago, I went to the locomotive base for trial operation at noon, and it basically reached the operating standards, so I drank a little wine on the way back."
"Steam locomotive?" Irina slowly put down the folding chair and looked at Mag with some confusion.
"It is a giant carriage that never gets tired and can drag hundreds of people forward quickly on paved railway tracks without needing to rest or feed grass in the middle."
"Then what does it eat?"
"Just eat some coal."
"Isn't this a bit much?"
"It's okay, I'll add water to it."
"That's pretty much it."
Mag looked at Irina who had put away the folding chair, breathed a sigh of relief, put her butt on the chair again, smiled and nodded: "Because the base is outside the city, Miss Hill sent me back on the way, what? None of it happened.”
"I'll just treat it like this." Irina glanced at Mag and said calmly.
"It's obviously like this, isn't it?" Mag complained, but in line with the principle that one sentence is worse than one sentence less, he smiled and said: "It must be very hard for you to train the night elves today. What do you want to eat and drink? Really? I'll do it for you."
"I want durian pizza, and a pot of green tea." Irina thought for a while and said.
"Okay, I'll make it for you." Mag got up and walked towards the kitchen. He first made a pot of green tea, poured a cup for Irina and put it in front of her. Then he turned around and went into the kitchen to start making durian pizza.
Irina rested her chin on the table with one hand, and looked at Mag who was busy in the kitchen with his back to her through the dense heat, with a smile on her lips.
He looks so handsome holding a sword, and the way he puts on an apron and picks up a kitchen knife is even more fascinating.
As expected of my man.
