You call this a black hand?

Ever since Mellen entered the living room and introduced each other, the old president of the mixed-race association didn't say much.

He just silently observed Melen from the side, his eyes were strange, as if he was thinking about something.

But it's not that quiet here.

Because in addition to the president and vice-president of the Mixed-blood Association, there was also a fat middle-aged wizard in the conference room.

He claimed to be the president of the Meteorological Association. He came here specifically to thank Mellen for coming.

In addition, he also gave Mellen an exquisite crystal pocket watch. When he opened it, he could see various weather symbols on the dial.

"This watch will predict weather changes at your location in an hour, such as light rain, heavy rain, cloudy weather, etc."

Seeing Mellen lowering his head and looking at it, the fat president smiled and said:

"It's not a valuable item, but after much thought, you may not like anything else except this new thing, so we can only use this watch as a meeting gift."

"It looks really good," Mellen responded admiringly.

He didn't think it was stingy for him to give away 300,000 yuan and the other party only returned a pocket watch.

After all, he sent the money to Arthur, not to the Meteorological Association. Even if the other party didn't say anything, it was normal.

But now, the president not only came with great fanfare to publicize his good deeds and help him become famous, but also gave him a relatively novel small object, which was already considered a very warm treatment.

This thing is not useless to Meren. As a modern time traveler, he actually always cares about one thing.

That's the world, there's no weather forecast.

The existence of this watch made up for his regret.

"In fact, this weather pocket watch is a new product developed by our association this year."

The fat president said from the side: "We have already negotiated a cooperation agreement with Blackstone Company before, and it is expected that this school season will be officially launched for sale."

"However, because it is the first version, it may encounter some minor problems when using it. If you encounter it, please give us feedback."

Of course there is no problem with this, Meren hummed and agreed, and then added the other party as a "friend" by the way.

The fat president then said goodbye with satisfaction and left.

As a result, only the old president and the bald vice-president Victor were left in the living room.

"He must have seen that Iger was very rich, so he came here to build connections."

Seeing the fat figure leaving, Vice President Victor couldn't help but said to Meren: "I even doubt whether the 300,000 you gave to Arthur last night was misappropriated by him."

"Don't criticize others behind their backs."

Before Mellen could speak, the old president, who had not spoken much before, glanced at Victor.

"Colin's publicity about last night's events in such a big way today is actually telling Egger that their association will never take Arthur's money."

"I'm not greedy in the open, but who can say for sure in private?"

The bald Victor muttered: "That's 300,000 grams... Who can not be tempted?"

"You are really too petty."

The old president shook his head helplessly when he heard this, but didn't say anything more. He just waved to Victor to go down first.

Then, he looked at Mellen and explained:

"Don't listen to Victor's nonsense. The money will not fall into other people's hands. Not only that, even if Arthur wants to hand over the money to the association afterwards, Colin will never ask for it."

Mellen actually didn't think about this, but it seemed that these people thought he would care about it, including the previous fat president.

So he didn't say anything and simply nodded.

At this time, there were only two of them left in the living room.

After saying this, the old man moved his body so that his slightly stooped waist straightened a little on the sofa, and then looked at Mellen.

"It's our first meeting and we're not very familiar with each other, so there's no need to say any polite words."

He said: "Now, let's talk about where you want to go next."

Whereabouts question?

Mellen was startled when he heard this, and then he reacted.

There were too many things going on before, so he never thought about some issues that seemed important to others.

For example, with my talent, do I still want to stay in the Mixed-blood Association?

Because of his teacher, Mellen subconsciously had no idea of ​​leaving the mixed-blood association and joining a pure-blood family.

So when I hear this now, I feel a little unexpected.

But on the surface, he didn't show any emotion. He just nodded and seemed to listen silently.

"It seems to me that you have two choices next."

After taking out a pipe and lighting it for himself, the old president said slowly:

"One is to join a top wizard family, become a wizard's apprentice, and then follow the family's arrangements to follow a path that is beneficial to them and do some work that can provide them with benefits."

"The second is to be attracted by a female member of a small pure-blood wizard family, marry into the family, and become a member of the family. Or split off and form a small family attached to the family."

"Of course, if you are lucky, some medium-sized families may be interested in marrying you, but the chance of this happening is very small, because families above medium-sized have already figured out who to marry as early as when their children are born.

The family is getting married."

"If there is someone who is not engaged, they may be either too ugly or physically handicapped."

Isn't there an option to stay in the association?

Mellen was a little speechless when he heard this, thinking that this person looked down on him, so he was extrapolating, or did he look down on the mixed-race association?

"When you join a top wizard family, you will not be short of all kinds of resources and connections you will need in the future."

Ignoring what Melen thought, the old president said to himself:

"The disadvantage is that you are not very free, but this is only relatively speaking. As long as you don't go against the line set by the family, or deliberately offend anyone in the family, they will naturally be polite to you."

"When you enter a small or medium-sized family, you are relatively free. However, the resources of this kind of family are less than those of the top families. They are not absolutely confident in retaining talented people like you, so marriage means are essential..."

"So, what do you mean?" Mellen couldn't help but ask.

He always feels that it is impossible for the other party to really push him, otherwise it would be too "hurt his self-esteem", right?

"These two paths are probably your normal choices."

After taking a puff of his pipe, the old president puffed away his smoke and said, "But now, I want to recommend the third way to you, which is to stay in the Mixed-blood Association."

You might as well just say this, because I don't want to leave at all.

Mellen rolled his eyes secretly, but the other party was serious, so he could only listen to it seriously.

"The third path has many shortcomings, such as lack of resources, and being suppressed by purebloods."

The old man said: "Feng mentioned to you before that we applied for an admission quota at the Imperial Academy, right? But I want to tell you now, I can't even make the decision to give it to you directly."

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Because it's fair?"

"Yes, fairness, or rules."

The old man nodded and said: "There are too many people looking forward to this quota. Among these people, there are direct descendants who have been trained by the association since childhood, there are sons and even grandsons of some managers in the association, and there are also some who are less talented but very talented. A hard-working ordinary student.”

"If I ignore the existence of these people and directly give you the quota, then even if you are qualified to have this quota, you are still breaking the rules."

"The rules are broken in my hands. Of course they can't do anything, but I can't expect them to treat the association as their home."

"But if you choose to join a pure-blood family, then with your talent, you don't even have to apply. Those top wizard schools will naturally offer you a spot."

Having said this, the old president took a deep breath from the pipe in his hand, and when he slowly exhaled the smoke, a look of helplessness flashed across his old cheeks.

"To put it simply, if you choose to stay in the association instead of joining them, then no matter what you do, the purebloods will still treat you as an outsider, and currently, purebloods represent the mainstream wizarding world. "

Mellen looked thoughtful when he heard this but said nothing.

"Now, having talked about the disadvantages, let's mention the advantages."

As if he was afraid that Mellen would be frightened, the old president immediately changed the subject.

"If you stay in the association, no one can restrict your freedom. The association will not interfere in the slightest with what you want to do in the future, let alone use you to do certain things."

"Secondly, although it is not as good as those pure-blood families, the top leaders of the association, including me, will do their best to train you without breaking the rules."

"The reason is very simple. In the eyes of those pure-blood families, you are a genius, but in our eyes, you are just a hope. Do you understand what I mean?"

Of course, one million in the eyes of a poor person and one million in the eyes of a rich person have different values.

This can also be understood as the difference between chicken head and phoenix tail.

Mellen nodded silently.

The old president then added: "The most important thing is that the mixed-race association, or the mixed-race class, is a huge asset."

Mellen was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the old man in front of him with some surprise, not expecting that he would say such a thing.

"You don't have to look at me like that, it's a fact."

The old president said calmly: "I have divined for myself, and I have about twenty years to live. I have no descendants, and all my relatives in the family are dead. I once had a few apprentices, but now they are basically all gone." Death of death, betrayal of betrayal.”

"To put it simply, I don't have an heir based on blood or emotional relationships, and the association does not allow the selection of a new president based on blood inheritance."

"So, if you don't slack off, then twenty years from now, you will be the new president of the Mixed Race Association."

Having said this, he knocked on the coffee table in front of him with his pipe.

"What does this mean? From the current point of view, there is actually no benefit. On the contrary, it has a lot of responsibilities. I will inevitably be scolded in secret after being busy."

"But I can tell you very frankly that within twenty years, the world will be in chaos."

"As long as the world is in chaos, the mixed-race class that is now suppressed will be a force that wizards, churches, and even the empire will compete to win over."

"And our Association for the Protection of the Rights and Interests of Mixed-blood Wizards is absolutely representative among the mixed-race class."

"So if everything goes well, twenty years later, you can use the association to gain a position where no top wizard family can underestimate you, and you can have wealth and power that is not weaker than any top family."

After saying this, the old man thought for a while and added:

"Of course, you won't believe what I say now, but this is actually a gamble."

"Whether you become a member of a pure-blood family and be driven by others, or wait for the opportunity to become a big shot that no one can ignore, it all depends on what you choose next."

"The resources in this world are limited. The opportunities to own a top family's wealth and status are very few, and they are still coveted by a small number of people."

"So I dare say that this is basically the only time you can meet and grasp it."

"In twenty years, you are not yet forty years old, and you can become one of the top people who control the world. What this means, I don't think I need to say more."

Normally, this is good. Mellen thought to himself after hearing this.

but……

"Now that we've talked about interests, let's talk about ideals."

The old president didn't give Mellen time to think before he was ready to say something else.

But just at this moment, his face suddenly froze, and then he put down the pipe in his hand and stood up with a helpless expression.

"It seems that ideals can only give way to reality."

He said to Mellen with a slightly cold sense of humor:

"The wife of the Chelsea family is free to meet me now. I have to go there quickly to avoid missing the time and not seeing anyone today."

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