He shook his head with a wry smile, then turned to the first page of the manuscript with a look of disgust. In his opinion, he could just glance at a couple of lines to get by, and then throw it into the shredder.
"The Dursleys lived at 4 Privet Drive, and they always proudly said they were a very well-behaved family..."
Finch frowned, surprisingly showing a slight interest in continuing to watch.
"Hmm? The writing is fairly fluent... This Asian man's English is quite good."
The elegant wording and writing allowed him to barely manage to keep reading.
But when he saw the "cupboard living under the stairs," his hand immediately stopped.
When he saw "letters from Hogwarts pouring in like snowflakes," for some reason, his breathing became rapid and his eyes widened considerably.
Then, I couldn't wait to quickly scan down line by line, and before I even saw the end of the page, my hand was already turning the page.
And when he saw Hagrid burst through the door, holding a pink umbrella, and say, "Harry, you're a wizard,"...
"Bang!"
Finch was shocked!
He suddenly stood up from his chair, dropping his coffee cup to the ground and shattering it into pieces!
But he was completely unaware of this and didn't care at all!
His eyes were fixed on the line of words, and his whole body was trembling with a shocking excitement!
"God... oh my God..."
He went berserk, immediately rushing back to the table, grabbing the manuscripts, and frantically reading them at an almost greedy pace.
Diagon Alley, Gringotts, Ollivanders Wand Shop...
This was a magical world unlike any he had ever seen before, yet it felt incredibly real and full of whimsy, which suddenly unfolded before his eyes!
"Genius! This is a work of genius!!"
An incomparably excited roar erupted from Finch's editorial office.
"Quick! Quickly find out the phone number of Sir Murray MacLehose, the Governor of Hong Kong, in London! Tell him... that Kobayashi Tenmoku from Hong Kong Island! I need to see him! Immediately! Right now!!"
...
Evening, inside a top-tier private club on Savile Row in London.
Even Governor MacLehose, who held a title, had to use personal connections and influence to secure a private box.
After all, in London, a city with centuries of aristocratic history, if a telephone pole falls and kills ten people, seven of them would be knights.
The atmosphere inside the private room wasn't very pleasant.
Mai Lihao sat in the main seat, with Lin Huowang sitting beside him.
On the other side were three elderly nobles who held significant influence in the House of Lords and were among the most steadfast "industrial protectionists."
The Duke of Wellington, Lord Ashford of Cheshire, and former Cabinet Minister, Sir Clive.
They were all over seventy years old, with very serious expressions, and their bones exuded the arrogance of old imperial nobles.
Logically speaking, Lin Huowang came to acquire established British industrial car brands and factories, which made these aristocratic members of parliament quite unhappy with him.
Not to mention, Lin Huowang's arrogant remarks to reporters and union demonstrators at the airport made these aristocratic councilors give him no respect whatsoever.
They only came here today because of MacLehose.
"McLeigh".
The Duke of Wellington set down his wine glass, his voice aged yet remarkably dignified.
"You should know why we're here. To make a long story short, no matter what you say, we will absolutely not agree to that acquisition."
Sir Clive nodded in agreement, saying, "Leyland Company is our state-owned asset. Even if it's to be sold, it should be sold to a powerful and trustworthy...one of our own, not some unknown Easterner."
Lord Ashford gave a cold laugh, too lazy to even speak, and simply closed his eyes to rest.
MacLehose's face was extremely ugly. He was just about to speak up to ease the awkward atmosphere.
However, Lin Huowang smiled and said:
"Sirs, I fully understand your concerns. Therefore, tonight, we will not discuss business."
Before the other party could react, he continued, "I just want to get to know the three of you... to experience the demeanor of British aristocracy, and to hear you talk about British court etiquette or some secrets."
...
The dinner proceeded in an awkward yet polite atmosphere.
As long as Lin Huowang didn't bring up the acquisition, the three noble councilors were quite courteous and didn't criticize him.
The noble councilors also talked freely, telling quite a few royal jokes for Lin Huowang, an outsider.
Just as it was ending, Lin Huowang called out to the three people who were about to leave.
"Gentlemen, please excuse me for a minute."
He took out three small silver boxes, each about the size of a palm, from his briefcase. The boxes were exquisitely packaged.
"This is a little 'health supplement' from the East, please accept it as a token of my respect."
This is my pharmaceutical company. Based on ancient Eastern herbal medicine, we have combined it with modern technology to develop some small achievements.
It has a remarkable effect on alleviating the problems suffered by you gentlemen due to years of hard work for the country... well, lack of energy, poor blood circulation, and other issues.
The three old nobles looked at the small box in their hands, and a hint of disdain flashed in their eyes.
It's just another one of those charlatan tricks.
What good things haven't they seen?
Pharmaceutical manufacturing is the culmination of Western science and technology. You Easterners were still relying on eating leaves and tree roots to treat diseases decades ago! How do you know how to use modern technology to make pharmaceuticals?
Even if you've stolen some of my knowledge and understand a little about pharmaceuticals, being able to make cold medicine and painkillers would already be quite impressive.
What other good stuff can they possibly come up with?
The Duke of Wellington was just about to speak when he refused.
However, at that very moment, MacLehose stepped forward at just the right time.
He knew the real highlight of the night was coming.
He chuckled mischievously, leaned closer to the three of them, and lowered his voice to say:
"Wellington, Clive, Ashford... believe me, as a friend, I strongly recommend you give it a try."
Tonight. I swear on my honor as Governor of Hong Kong... it will... completely change the rest of your lives.
It will help you rediscover... your 20-year-old self. It will make your girlfriend let out a long-lost scream of excitement...
Upon hearing this, the three old nobles all froze simultaneously.
They looked at MacLehose's radiant, mischievous face, then at the mysterious little box Lin Huowang had given them.
First came suspicion...
Then I couldn't resist my curiosity...
Finally, he took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and revealed a deep-seated longing...
Can these little blue pills really help them regain their virility?
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