Magic Industrial Age

Hoover Butler contacted, and finally confirmed that the negotiation time was set three days later.

December 2, 310 of the New God Calendar, also a Sunday, the Magic Academy gave students a holiday to rest.

It is said that the Philant Magic Academy is also peculiar. There are so many courses to learn and such a wide range of contacts. There is a superficial understanding of all aspects of magic.

But there are so few class hours.

And the management of the college is also very relaxed. There are many activities after class, and two days off a week.

But the problem is that the difficulty of graduation is extremely high.

Credits are only the basis, in addition to thesis, assessment, defense, and practical combat.

The result is that the students of the college are obviously polarized. Either they are so ' to study hard' that they are dying, or they enjoy college life.

Basically, they are relaxed and happy in the first year; in the fourth year, they are sleepless and dying.

Loe is one of the few people who started ' to study hard' from the first year, and he maintained his original routine even on weekends.

He gets up early when he should, goes to the academy when he should, and trains when he should, almost without wind or rain.

As for not having a teacher to guide him, it can only be said that he never asked for a teacher's guidance.

However, although he got up early today, he was active on the first floor, practiced the [Cheetah Breathing Method·Accumulation] for a while, and then ate a hearty breakfast.

Mrs. Cassidy prepared white bread, red sausage, bacon, and fragrant milk tea today.

Loe and Oliveira each ate the amount of two people, almost eating all the food prepared by Mrs. Cassidy.

Although the old lady's main business is renting houses, she is also happy to see her food so popular.

When they left the rental house, Hoover Butler had been waiting in the car for a long time. The carriage was naturally the luxurious version left by Earl Raymond, which had the effect of bombing the street wherever it went.

Loe and Oliveira got in the car, and Hoover Butler drove himself along the street.

I have to say that a good car is different. Wherever it goes, whether it is pedestrians or carriages, it almost automatically avoids it, for fear of bumping into it.

There was no talk all the way until they arrived at the Champs-Élysées Magic Textile Factory again.

The same gate, the same brightly lit workshop, almost the same staff, the only difference is that this time both sides are much more serious.

Maruna Marquez put on a custom Gentleman suit, looking straight and smooth, all the hair combed back, carefully groomed.

The factory executives behind him were also dressed very neatly. If they didn't know, they would have thought they were going to a party.

However, there was still some absent-mindedness in Maruna's eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Until the carriage approached, he looked up and saw the luxurious carriage and the lion badge engraved on it, his eyes immediately lit up by three points.

"Master Loe, long time no see!"

"Mr. Maruna, it hasn't been too long, and we may see each other often in the future."

"Hahaha, I hope so, please come in, let's talk inside."

"Please!"

"Please!"

After a few words of greeting, everyone walked inside, this time to the factory director's office, a group of people walked past.

However, when they reached a certain position, Oliveira suddenly turned his head, his eyes seemed to lock on someone.

The man was in his forties, a little fat, standing at the door of the workshop, secretly looking outside, as if curious, and wearing dirty work clothes.

In fact, there were a few other people who were as curious as him, but he was the only one who met Oliveira's eyes.

Oliveira's eyes were like electricity, stabbing the man so that he immediately lowered his head, as if panicked.

But Oliveira just took a deep look at him, but nothing happened, turned his head again, and never stopped walking.

Until they all went up to the second floor and entered the factory director's office, the fat man raised his head.

There was panic and fear in his eyes, but more was resentment.

Factory director's office.

All the irrelevant people were cleared out. Marquez left two people, one tall and one short, both his right-hand men.

On Loe's side, Butler Hoover and Oliveira stood on the left and right, and the compelling style immediately rose.

As for Loe and Marquez, they were sitting face to face around a small silver round table.

Marquez took out his pipe, and someone next to him helped him fill tobacco, and lit the fire.

He took two puffs of ' smacking', and saw the Mars flicker, and the smoke rose, covering his face.

It seems that he wanted to use this method to show his indifference and composure, but unfortunately, the more he concealed it, the more obvious it became.

But Loe was really relaxed and freehand, holding a teacup in his hand, took a sip, as if enjoying it very much.

The huge office was very quiet at this moment, until after a while, Maruna Marquez finally couldn't help it.

He knocked the pipe on his shoe and said, "Master Loe, Mr. Hoover should have brought my opinion, that is already my greatest sincerity.

I wonder what you think?"

"Of course I am not satisfied, otherwise, why would I come?"

Marquez's mouth collapsed, the smile on his face slightly restrained, and asked: "Then I want to hear, what is your opinion?"

His words were very rushed, but Loe still indifferently said: "First of all, I admit that your assessment is fairly fair. In terms of the brand and assets of the Champs-Élysées Magic Textile Factory, 40% of the shares are valued at 1200 gold Thalers, which is indeed not expensive.

Two years to pay back, three years to make money, this deal is very cost-effective, but why can't Mr. Maruna borrow money for such a cost-effective deal?"

In a word, Marquez's face immediately drooped, he said: "Master Loe, I am very sincere, are you here to amuse me?"

"How could that be!"

Loe slowly put down the teacup and asked: "However, Mr. Maruna is probably not having a good time during this time?

The family is shrinking its strength and is unwilling to give much support, and external pressure is coming one after another, and creditors come to the door every day.

Mr. Maruna should not have experienced that taste for many years, right?"

"What exactly do you mean?"

Marquez stood up with a ' whoosh', the collision between the boots and the chair made the chair completely overturned.

He said with red eyes: "Master Loe, if you are here to amuse me, you can leave now."

"Amuse you? I don't have that time!"

Loe raised his head slightly and looked directly into Marquez's eyes: "Auckland City, the territory of the Marquez family, has been inherited for 231 years, which is regarded as the basic base of the Marquez family."

"But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the great Emperor, Hohenzollern III, has made up his mind to promote magic machinery, and for this reason, he has even made many efforts and reforms."

"I believe that Mr. Maruna Marquez is wise and has a great vision, otherwise, you, a family branch, would not dare to invest all your wealth, run this magic machinery factory, and operate it prosperously."

Everyone likes to hear good things, especially when these words are spoken by your 'opponent', Marquez's face is much better.

He sat down huffily and said: "It seems that Master Loe has investigated very clearly?"

"Since it is a business negotiation, you must have full confidence."

Loe said so, and whispered: "It's a pity that no matter how 독도 your vision is, you can't get the support of the Marquez family.

As an old-fashioned aristocrat, the interests of the Marquez family are highly bound to the territory and population, and there will inevitably be huge conflicts with the development of magic machinery.

Therefore, on the road of reform of Hohenzollern III, you are stumbling blocks."

"Some time ago, I heard that Baron Marquez was reprimanded by His Majesty, and even became the laughing stock of the noble circle after dinner."

"Auckland City is your Marquez family's fief, but the current executive officer is from a court noble.

A powerful figure from a military background, doing things almost by any means.

What do you think is the purpose of his arrival?"

"You actually see these things very clearly and thoroughly, so you want to break the situation and introduce additional forces."

"The Principality of Normandy, the Raymond family, a thousand-year-old family, can give you enough support!"

At this moment, Marquez has completely calmed down, or rather, he was extremely calm, but he had to show that he was very restless.

Only in this way can others believe that he has really been forced to the limit and has shown the greatest sincerity.

Everything is for business.

However, at this moment, when all the inside stories are seen through, the performance is meaningless, and denial is even more meaningless.

He stretched his body again, as if unloaded all pretense.

"Since Master Loe knows everything, let's make a condition?

I believe that since you are here, you are bound to win, and I also want to see how big your appetite is?"

"I want absolute control, 60% of the shares, and this magic factory will belong to the Raymond family in the future.

For this, I will pay 1000 gold Thalers!"

Even if he was prepared, Marquez still jumped up again: "You are asking for too much, this is absolutely impossible!"

Magic industry, how can you miss the beginning of everything, the textile industry?