"well……"
Old Frank sighed, life as a boss is difficult.
This narrow and cramped house is unremarkable from the outside, just an ordinary part of a Muggle industrial town; it is even more unremarkable from the inside. In the wizarding world, this is a magic house on the verge of bankruptcy. pharmaceutical company.
Frank Sr. is not its owner. The potion company was founded seven years ago by Reg Flint, the youngest son of the Flint family.
Reg did not have a harmonious relationship with his brother who was in charge of the family, so he ran away in anger and determined to start his own business.
When he was in school, Reg's grades in Potions class were not very outstanding, but he was still selected into Professor Slughorn's Slug Club. Professor Slughorn was often willing to give him some personal guidance, which gave him the illusion that he could make something of himself in this industry.
After graduation, Reg broke up with his family for various reasons. He came to this Muggle industrial town alone and founded a potion company here. In the process, his pure-blood identity helped him. A lot of work.
However, after the company was established, Reg wrote to Professor Slughorn and asked him if he had any suggestions for the company's main business direction. He spoke sincerely and wrote more than ten letters in a row, but all of them fell into the sea. Professor Slughorn was no longer willing to give him any reply.
Reg was very puzzled, but at this moment he had no room to look back. Using the last connections left by his mother, Reg found old Frank.
He was a frustrated pharmacist who had been favored by Reg's mother in his early years, so he was willing to help Reg.
With the manpower in hand, Reg immediately started working vigorously. At the beginning, Reg had great ambitions and hoped to develop his own shampoo that would sell well all over the UK.
But he was immediately frustrated. In the wizarding world, the shampoo business was almost monopolized by another company. It was founded by Fleamont Porter of the Porter family, a potion genius. The quick-smooth hair spray he invented was a best-seller not only in the UK, but also in several nearby European countries.
Although Fremont sold the company to others after he got old, the formula is still there and the quality of the products remains the same. To compete with such an old company, Reger is certainly no match.
After the initial failure, Reg soon encountered more failures. The various products he carefully designed and launched all came to nothing, and the market response was mediocre, which put the company in embarrassment for a time.
Only then did Reg discover sadly. Whether it's medical potions like Shengguling or household potions like Humeizi Killer, someone has already taken the lead in seizing the market. He didn't have any extraordinary talent in potions, so he couldn't carve out a track on his own.
In this way, this potion company has been stumbling for several years. Almost all the employees that Reg recruited at the beginning left, leaving only old Frank and one of his apprentices.
More than a year ago, Gilderoy Lockhart found Reg and wanted to give him a large order. The content of the order was to entrust them to make a batch of bird and snake egg shampoo designed and developed by himself.
"It locks in the luster of your hair and is much better than shampoos on the market. It will definitely be a best-seller in the future."
Lockhart said confidently.
Seeing his formula, Old Frank spit out a thick mouthful of phlegm: "Bird and snake egg shampoo? He can't think of it! Does he know how much a bird and snake egg costs? People who use this thing to wash their hair Is your hair made of gold?"
Despite this, Reg was unwilling to give up, and Lockhart's celebrity almost became the last straw to save the company.
For this reason, he traveled to India alone, hoping to find a cheap source of bird and snake eggs. However, during the process, Reg was attacked by a Balag dragon and unfortunately died during the trip.
After his death, Frank took over the crumbling company. He does not have the extraordinary ability of Prime Minister Zhuge, and it is impossible for him to continue to sustain a company that is already on the verge of bankruptcy.
So he put it down.
Over the past few months, the company's situation has been deteriorating day by day, and it is already unable to make ends meet. I'm afraid it won't be long before this company is completely shut down and it will take a miracle to save it.
But today, Frank never expected that Miracle would take the initiative to walk into their short and dilapidated roof.
…
Frank originally thought it was very strange for such a well-dressed and personable gentleman to appear in this small, rundown and backward town.
But the weirder thing was what he said.
"What did you say? Acquire our company?"
Frank almost suspected there was something wrong with his ears.
This young gentleman doesn't look stupid. How could he do such a stupid thing?
"Yes."
Aaron put a bag of galleons on the table: "I have brought the money. If you are willing, we can sign the contract now."
"Wait a moment...wait a moment..."
Frank was confused: "What is your purpose of doing this?"
"I have a potion and need a place where I can mass-produce it. That's what I'm going for, very simple."
Aaron said bluntly.
"However, if you have such a sum of money, you can find a regular potion company and entrust them to produce it for you." Frank advised tactfully:
"Although our company is qualified to produce potions, you have also seen this situation and are not so optimistic..."
"That's not a problem." Aaron shook his head and smiled: "What I need is your qualifications. It's too troublesome to start a new company."
"As for what you said about entrusting it to a potion company, that really doesn't work for me. The potions I produce need to be kept highly confidential. People in those companies are very discerning. Even if they sign a magic contract, there is still the risk of leaks."
"But... there are not many manpower in this company now. Although there are some old instruments, it is difficult for you to organize production in a short time."
"You are worrying too much, these are not problems." Aaron smiled: "I have special manpower."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade the stubborn young man in front of him, Frank could only sigh:
"Well, its owner signed a contract a long time ago, saying that if he unfortunately dies one day, the ownership of this company will be transferred to me. I do have the power to transfer him to you."
"Then, if you have thought it through, sign it here." Aaron took out a contract that had been drawn up long ago. This contract has natural magical effect and can take effect without anyone's witness.
Frank didn't hesitate, picked up the quill and signed the contract, but he didn't ask for Aaron's money, he just said:
"I don't want that money anymore. Can I ask you a favor?"
"Please say."
"That's right, the original owner of this company, Reg Flint, died in India. If it can be said, can you please ask someone to bring his body there for burial? This money will be used as It’s the funeral expenses.”
Aaron was stunned for a moment, and he quickly smiled: "Yes, the Ministry of Magic has established an official channel with India. I can find someone to go there and have a look, but I am not sure that his body was collected and buried in India. ."
"Thank you so much." A tear fell from the corner of Frank's eyes: "I have an old relationship with this child's mother. She asked me to take care of this child before she died. I really can't bear to see him dump his body in a foreign country."
"You are such a loyal friend." Aaron praised sincerely.
…
While Aaron was treated as a weirdo by Frank...
Hogwarts Castle also welcomed several special visitors.
Professor McGonagall waved her wand gracefully, and the teapot flew over and filled everyone's cups.
She looked at the three black wizards opposite and asked with some uncertainty: "Are some of them from Wagadu?"
"No." Moody, who was sitting on the side, said gruffly: "They are from France and are employees of the French Ministry of Magic."
"Let's come to Mr. Aaron Custer." A wizard sitting in the middle smiled, showing a particularly conspicuous set of white teeth.
