Mage? Spell Engineer!

Luo Xia moved his legs and moved his mouth, while Ha Sai ran and broke his legs to talk. On one side, he was sweating profusely and his face was flushed at the negotiation table, while on the other side, he was reading and feeding pigeons in Munik's municipal square, showing his calmness.

It's a pity that there is no coffee flowing into Byrne in this plane at this moment. If you are like those wine mengzi who have been pregnant for decades, drinking beer from a two-pound glass during the day, it will be embarrassing even if you have a mobile phone. Post to Moments.

Mr. Hasay also figured out some tricks. He used to think that becoming a mid-level partner of the Baldorum Chamber of Commerce would have reached the ceiling in his life. He did not expect that by chance, he would become a semi-independent senior partner today. Rorschach has always delegated power to management, allowing Hasay to taste what it's like to be the boss.

To talk about the difference between this young mage's business and his own, Hasai found that in the past, he always dealt with customers, mostly other businessmen, while Rorschach, in addition to contacting his own people, preferred to find mages, nobles, and scholars. of communication. Of course, he made full use of his position and did not make a lot of money as a businessman.

After negotiating with the Munich Royal Byrne Institute of Technology, the "Fonda" scholarship suggested by Rorschach was also launched. In order to make the new resentful people feel that their money was spent in vain, the school arranged a speech, just like inviting His Majesty the King to give a speech every school year.

However, Rorschach is not a king. He really has something to say in front of these relatively "primitive" science and engineering students, turning what teachers and students thought was a nonsense performance time into a summary report meeting on "The Second Law of Thermodynamics".

"Do you understand Mr. Rorschach's speech?" the principal asked Hasay, stroking his beard. Hasay shook his head wildly, while the head of the Department of Architecture and Engineering kept nodding.

"I hope you will study hard, provide more and more affordable products to the people of Byrne, and bring a better life. This is also one of the founding concepts of Fonda."

ah? I do not know how? Although Mr. Hasay, one of the founders of Daubi, was confused, he still received the signal from Rorschach to end the speech and directed the staff to distribute soda to the students who were attending the lecture.

So everyone held a bottle of beautiful purple soda, and Rorschach also took one and raised it: "Cheers! What you love is your life!"

Cheers of "Cheers" rang out in the hall. Hasse immediately felt that although he did not understand the speech, the effect was definitely good, and he believed that the research department could recruit more cost-effective employees.

Rorschach also made up his mind that the less skilled he was in magic, the more he could be assigned to positions involving transmutation dust collectors and magic circles in the future. It would be cheaper and less likely to reveal secrets than apprentices.

The campus trip and the BASF acquisition ended successfully under the auspices of Mr. Hasay, which also meant that Rorschach was leaving Munik.

Before leaving, Hasse also looked through his shorthand notebook, which contained the arrangements Rorschach had given during this period, as well as some quotations: "'What you love is your life.' I think this sentence is particularly good, and it can As a promotional slogan for a new product.”

"Absolutely not. It sounds like we are saying that our drinks go bad easily." Rorschach was saying something that Hasay couldn't understand again. Fortunately, businessmen are used to it now. If they can understand every sentence, how can they understand it? Can’t I also be a mage?

"I'm going north to Würzburg to remind your young master to be more restrained. Last time I saw him walking lightly, I wouldn't be surprised if he floated out of bed and turned into a ghost one day." Rorschach packed his luggage and the drawings were temporarily transferred to In the inner layer of the "Fonda" company's vault, there is room for his own storage ring.

"Come on, I've worked hard for you during this time."

"No, Mr. Hasay, you are the hardest worker. In fact, sometimes there is no need to do it yourself." Rorschach also took note of the other party's hard work. However, he also knew that Hasai did not dare to neglect him. He would always check everything Rorschach said personally before he could rest assured. This attitude is still worthy of recognition.

After giving some verbal condolences, Rorschach saw that Hasay still had something to say and asked, "What's wrong?"

"A businessman like me can only make a small amount of money from doing business, but someone with your status can make a lot of money by doing something like this."

Rorschach was amused by this middle-aged man's sentiments. This is how this era has always been, as if he was talking correct nonsense. He wanted to tell Hasay jokingly that it was because he understood this truth now that you have always been just making small money and being used by others. Other partners were forced to travel far away.

Although Byrne and Valois both implemented mercantilism for the sake of taxation, the wealthy businessmen were still far from ready to start singing again.

"Mr. Hasay, you are wrong."

"ah?"

Rorschach told him earnestly: "I don't like money, and I don't do these things just to make money."

"Then you..." If it were a colleague, Hasai might slap him or spit on him, but the other person would indeed have a successful life if he did not participate in these things.

"Look, the citizens who drink our drinks are so happy and satisfied, and the students who want to join Fonda are full of hope for the future!"

Hasai finally realized: "I understand! Business is charity. Although we make money, we bring satisfaction to customers and employees."

Okay, you are beginning to have your own class consciousness, so consider it a good thing: "I'll forget it, stop talking, Mr. Hasay, you are right, goodbye!" Rorschach was tricked by some crazy businessmen. Speechless, he waved his hand and got into the carriage heading north.

Since I promised my friend, I have to do one last thing before running away. Rorschach is quite looking forward to participating in the reconstruction of Bart's Master Tower, so that he can accumulate some experience when it's his turn. Many people went through many pitfalls just by decorating, and Luo Xia, who had no civil engineering background at all, could only rely on the cooperation of others to complete the project.

However, when he returned to Würzburg, it was Prince Otto who he saw. Rorschach followed the address obtained from correspondence with Bart and arrived at his and Amelia's "love nest," a manor much more spacious than Munik's small stronghold, high in the west of the city. The view here is also very good. Looking out from any east-facing window, grape terraces, residential houses, and tributaries of the Douma River spread out one after another.

It was at the gate of the manor that Rorschach, who was about to enter, met the prince who was coming out. He and the guards were all dressed in casual clothes, and the vehicles did not have royal symbols. The prince saw who was coming and said directly without waiting for Rorschach to say hello: "Well done."

Then he left.

ah? I have done a lot of good things, which one are you talking about? Rorschach could only watch the neurotic go downhill and ring the doorbell.

"Otto, are you?" The hostess of the house thought that her brother had left something behind. When the maid opened the door, she shouted from the dining room. Rorschach explained her purpose: "Please inform Mr. Bart for me. Rorschach is here to fulfill his promise." ”

"Rorschach, you're here at the right time! My head is going to explode because of the design of the Mage Tower!" Bart had already heard Rorschach's voice and walked down from the second floor. He was wearing a white shirt and overalls, with a charcoal in his ear. The pen looks like a workshop master somewhere.

No, I came at the wrong time! Rorschach, sensing trouble, wanted to turn around and leave.