Electrolux secretly felt fortunate that all these earth-shaking changes were due to his bold and wise decision at the beginning - despite the opposition from everyone in the family, he resolutely chose to follow Merlin for the internship.

At that time, the elders of the family thought that this was self-depreciation and a waste of time, but Electrolux was keenly aware of the huge potential in Merlin.

He had prepared himself mentally, thinking that he would study hard and work hard for more than ten years beside Merlin in order to restore the former glory of the Alves family.

Who could have expected that in just three to five months, the situation would have changed so drastically.

At this moment, he not only brought the Alves family back into the public eye, but also brought the family's prestige to an unprecedented height, even far exceeding the peak period in the family's history.

Alex sat there, seemingly calm and maintaining his dignity, but he was already very happy in his heart, shouting in his heart over and over again: President Merlin, you are truly a god! I made the right choice by hugging this thigh!

At the "City Hall" of the Arcane City, a long and dull procession was winding like a dragon. The noble family heads had different expressions, but none of them could hide their annoyance.

"This damn team, why haven't they moved at all in such a long time! At this rate, it will be dark by the time it's our turn to pay the fines and rent." A bloated nobleman complained in a hoarse voice while wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"My family's shops on the street are in such a good location. If they were taken away by those upstart businesses, it would be a huge loss!"

A thin noble with sinister eyes snorted coldly and continued, "Humph, Merlin is simply robbing us! We have been operating in this arcane city for many years and have invested so much effort and gold coins, but now, all is gone with one policy. I heard that several properties of the guy next door were taken away by the new nobles at low prices because he couldn't afford the exorbitant fine."

"Who said it wasn't!" An old woman also joined the complaining army with a shrill voice. She fanned herself vigorously, as if this could fan away the anger in her heart. "I wanted to leave those beautiful mansions to my descendants, but now, I have to watch them helplessly, afraid that others will pick them up. When we were working hard here, Merlin was nowhere to be found, and now he is the one who reaps the benefits!"

Everyone was talking at once, spitting everywhere, but even though they were full of resentment, they could only line up obediently in the city hall.

It is a foregone conclusion that the Arcane City will return to the control of the Arcane Academy. Merlin's move has completely cut off the source of the problem, completely reshuffling the illegal industries and residential buildings, and taking everything for nothing. He also established the rule of "paying money to get the land."

Even though the original nobles were extremely unwilling, faced with the staggeringly high fines and rents, they could only sigh in despair and helplessly allow others to covet the fruits of their years of hard work.

The team continued to move forward slowly, as if dragging a heavy yoke with every step, and under the dome of the City Hall, the air was filled with the resentment and helplessness of the nobles.

Merlin appeared silently, like a ghost, and slowly approached the group of nobles who were chattering and complaining, and asked in a long tone: "I heard you seem to be talking about me?"

This light sentence exploded in everyone's ears like a thunder.

In an instant, the crowd who had been talking eloquently and accusing others just now seemed to be cast under a spell. They froze in place, terrified and silent, with cold sweat pouring down their backs, and their clothes were soaked in an instant.

They had never expected that Merlin would appear here without warning like a ghost. Everyone was secretly complaining in their hearts, fearing that Merlin would come after them for his previous complaints.

Merlin, however, seemed not to notice the panic of the crowd. With a faint smile on his face, he said gently, "Don't be nervous. I'm not a bad person. You don't have to look at me like that."

The nobles nodded in agreement hastily, but they were secretly complaining in their hearts: It is probably hard to find anyone worse than him in this world.

Merlin glanced at the crowd and suddenly changed the subject, asking with concern, "Do you think the queue here is too long and too slow?"

When the nobles heard this, they were all shocked, secretly trying to figure out the deeper meaning of Merlin's words, but they all waved their hands and pretended to be calm and replied, "No, no, we can wait."

Merlin frowned and sighed helplessly, "How can that be possible? This will only waste your time. I know you are extremely anxious, but there is really nothing we can do in this situation. You can see that the City Hall is still under intensive renovation, so it is understandable that the work efficiency is low."

Everyone hurriedly reiterated: "No rush, no rush."

Merlin's eyes rolled, and a mysterious smile instantly appeared on his face. He announced loudly: "However, I have put a lot of effort into this and racked my brains. Finally, I came up with a brilliant solution."

After that, he slowly took out a stack of tickets from his pocket and proudly waved them in front of everyone, "Look, here are the VIP tickets that can be used to handle business directly. With them, you can go through the fast lane without having to wait here. As long as you pay such a small insignificant price, you can take it from me immediately."

The nobles looked at each other, with shrewd calculations in their eyes.

They understood what he meant immediately and weighed the issue in their hearts: If they could really take advantage of this opportunity to get there first and seize the opportunity, it would be a good deal. After all, if the good spots were taken by the people queuing ahead of them, they would be at a huge loss.

So, someone bravely asked, "How much does this cost?"

Merlin's smile grew wider, his eyes almost narrowed into slits, and he cheerfully replied, "Not expensive, not expensive, only one hundred gold coins per ticket. This price will put you ahead of many people, it's definitely worth it!"

When the nobles heard this, they were secretly delighted: This price is indeed not outrageous.

In an instant, the crowd went wild, and everyone clamored to pay for VIP tickets, hoping to get their business done quickly and get the upper hand.

Merlin stood aside, grinning from ear to ear, and kept taking money and handing out tickets with both hands. That’s right, he was blatantly engaging in the scalper business. How could he let go of such a good opportunity to make money?

In his eyes, these nobles who were eager for quick success and instant benefits were nothing more than leeks waiting to be harvested.