As an assistant, Tang Mi can be said to be meticulous, but when it comes to things like business and operations, he is amateur.
Just like now, he couldn't understand why John valued a Quidditch league so much.
He himself is also a Quidditch enthusiast, but this thing belongs to the entertainment category.
At this time, he looked at John who seemed to be thinking about something. With a good spirit of learning, he didn't understand and asked: "Sir, why do you value the Quidditch League so much?"
"It's just huge benefits," John raised his eyes after hearing this and said, "Benefits can make the beneficiaries more united. It is too dangerous to create heroes in war, but the heroes of competition are safe."
John rubbed the ring and said: "Use Quidditch to make various regions more united. They have enemies and heroes, but they will not sacrifice."
Quidditch was just the beginning of the plan.
John wants to use sports competition to create rivals and heroes.
As in the Muggle world, the team they support must be backed by a rival team.
A hero who defeats an old enemy will have their spirits high, while a defeated enemy will work even harder, and their fans will be energized in anticipation of revenge.
At one point, Muggle football became a bridge between nations to stop wars.
John wants to make the whole wizarding world fascinated by this atmosphere.
This way, no one would think of mentioning pure-blood supremacy or going to capture two Muggles for fun.
Through Quidditch, let them see the spirit of sportsmanship and spread this spirit.
Tang Mi didn't understand it very well, but it felt very reasonable.
"If a werewolf team appeared on the field, would you support it?" John
Replaced with a simple one.
Tang Mi immediately said: "We must support it!"
After saying that, he understood.
This is a way to resolve the animosity between regions.
"That's the simple truth," John nodded and said, "But are you sure you support the Werewolf team?"
"Of course." Tang Mi said a little strangely, "I am a werewolf, there is no reason not to support it."
"That's good," John nodded happily, "I will use your salary for the next twenty years to build the club."
"What?" Tang Mi thought he heard wrongly.
When he saw John's nod of affirmation again, he felt his legs were weak and plopped down on his knees in front of John.
"Eh? There's no need to be so grateful." John wondered if he was so enthusiastic.
As a result, Tang Mi was about to burst into tears and said, "I was raided by Oz just last week."
"It's okay," John walked over and helped the man up, patted him on the shoulder and reassured him, "Silver Hand always has employee meals."
"Plop."
Tang Mi knelt down again.
He could already foresee that when he got married in the future, he would have to spend less than ten galleons on him.
etc.
Staff meal?
Tang Mi thought for a while.
The candy gift boxes he usually buys for Oz are taken directly from Silver Hands Candy Store, and the clothes are also customized directly from Silver Hands. The ordinary utensils and Wolfsbane Potion are all bought from Silver Hands.
Even the tavern where you usually go to have a drink is Gin Hand's property. Occasionally, if you want to be romantic, you can go directly to Gin Hand Wine Cellar to get wine.
like……
He hasn't spent much money?
After careful calculation, Tang Mi suddenly realized.
It turns out that I haven't taken any money out since Oz confiscated the treasury.
That salary is mine
Like floating clouds.
After thinking about it, Tang Mi was relieved.
"Sure enough, adults still value me."
He only has one question now, can he open a club with twenty years' salary?
Judging from John's tone, it seems like he wants to open a werewolf Quidditch club?
...
Malfoy is training.
Since joining Puddlemere United, he has found himself being used as a substitute.
How could this keep Malfoy from being angry.
As the majestic Slytherin Seeker, is it okay for you not to give me a starting Seeker?
He must let these players know what Slytherin's devil training is.
then……
Malfoy was training while the Puddlemere United players were training.
While the Puddlemere United players rested, Malfoy trained.
While the Puddlemere United players ate, Malfoy was training.
While the Puddlemere United players showered, Malfoy was training.
While the Puddlemere United players were sleeping, Malfoy was... also sleeping, but he was the first to arrive the next day.
"Damn what a monster he is."
As the captain of this ancient Quidditch club, Aspen Sandberg looked at the guy who never rested in his sight, and couldn't help but wonder if the other guy had several brothers.
Under such crazy devil training, Malfoy's flying skills are constantly making breakthroughs.
During the team's daily scrimmage training, he picked off the Golden Snitch in front of official Seeker Rush Orlando.
"Farke!"
Rush Orlando cursed.
As a seeker, he has always been the team's ace, but today he lost the Golden Snitch to a guy who just graduated from school.
He had a bad temper and threw his broom after flying
on the ground.
"Rush, he's just lucky." Aspen hurriedly tried to persuade him.
"A novice always has good luck a few times. I saw the golden snitch appear over there."
He needs to stabilize Rush. There will be a game in a few days. The previous victories were brought about by Rush picking off the Golden Snitch.
He didn't want anything to go wrong this time.
But the more people are afraid of something, the more something will appear.
Rush thought about it, the distance just now was just because Malfoy had an advantage, plus good luck...
He looked better, and Aspen breathed a sigh of relief.
"No way, no way?" Malfoy's harsh voice sounded, and he slowly came down on his broomstick. He held the golden snitch with two fingers and said sarcastically, "Is there anyone who can't fly as a substitute?"
"Pfft, if I were you, I wouldn't listen to nonsense like luck."
"Luck? You might as well say that I used magic on this Golden Snitch."
"I can tell you, I got an 'O' for Magic."
Malfoy sneered at the two men's words.
luck?
Appear next to yourself?
Why don't you say that in my face.
That thing obviously flew over Rush's head.
He didn't see it, and Potter would have captured him long ago.
Still professional.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Aspen saw Rush's bad expression and roared, "There is no place for you, a substitute player, to talk here!"
"Tch, the weak should be eliminated. I knew it at Hogwarts, but you haven't learned it well at all." Malfoy didn't care who you were, he mocked, "Strength is supreme, the weak go down, the strong come up. this is me
By Slytherin standards. "
"A school team, do you know the value of professional golfers?" Rush said angrily, "It's just good luck!"
"Ah, yes, yes, I am lucky. Your skills are not as good as letting Potter fly," Malfoy said scornfully, "You have to recognize your skills and stand at attention when you are beaten. Didn't your captain teach you?"
Wait, Captain?
Isn't that me?
Aspen was also included in the attack range, and he roared with a sullen face: "Malfoy, from now on, you can't step into the practice field!"
"Am I giving you face?" Malfoy was also angry, "If you lose, you lose. If you defend him, is he your boyfriend?"
"This team doesn't allow the strong to take the position, but keeps the weak in their positions?"
"get down!"
No one could keep calm under Malfoy's taunts, and Aspen and Rush were in a rage.
When Malfoy saw it, he flew down and threw the broomstick into the arms of another substitute.
Looking at the two people who wanted to beat him up, he strolled over, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "I'm coming down, what next?"
"I can't bear it anymore!"
Rush angrily rushed forward and punched the face that deserved a beating.
In the past, he was the main force of the team, and no one would let him score three points.
The oldest team is good, but it has failed to win the championship many times over the years.
The clubs treated Rush as a treasure.
He wants to beat someone up, who can stop him?
Malfoy was different. He didn't stop him and just beat him.
Rush flew back directly, and Malfoy said scornfully: "You can't fly, and you can't fight. What do you think you can do?"
Aspen was stunned and his mind went blank.
he
It was a real fight.
Rush was kicked unconscious.
"It's just a thin dog. It's not as good as Potter. It can't stand a kick."
"You are fired!"
Aspen roared, "Get off the team!"
"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Malfoy stared at him and said, "Think clearly."
"Yes, that's right, get out!"
Aspen doesn't even know why the club hired someone like this.
Malfoy turned around and left without any hesitation.
I don’t want to leave you here, I have my own place to stay!
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