Chapter 221 Security in place

Flitwick's home.

Mike was speechless as he looked at Arthur and Vesemir, who were empty-handed.

"Don't you two have any luggage?"

Vesemir blushed when he heard this, and Arthur said as if it was a matter of course, "Didn't you say there was everything there?"

That's right, but you two came all the way from the United States, don't you have any luggage?

While Mike was complaining wildly in his mind, he told the other party the name of the factory's floo network coordinates.

The Dolphin Magic Drink Factory under Los Santos Unlimited Magic Company.

Although the coordinate name is very difficult to pronounce, in order to accurately use the floo network to teleport to the designated location, you must recite the coordinate name, so Arthur and Vesemir repeated it for a long time before they barely remembered it.

Now it has been three days since Mike and Vesemir finalized the contract. The reason why it took so long to let Arthur and the others go to the factory is because the old man Vesemir has too many requirements.

Not only do they want independent and high-quality dormitories, but they also require a full set of training equipment and training grounds.

In order to meet the old man's requirements, Mike had to invite the wizard construction team again. It took a day and a half to finally complete everything the old man asked for.

"Let's not talk about this. Are you ready?"

"Ready...right?"

Faced with Mike's inquiry, Vesemir was a little uncertain. It was really difficult for him, an old man with declining memory, to recite the difficult name.

Mike ignored him and went straight into the fireplace and sprinkled the floo powder in his hand to teleport.

Arthur and Vesemir looked at each other and could only follow.

After a round of spinning that was unique to the floo network transmission, Arthur and Vesemir finally felt down to earth again.

Now in front of them was a large conference room. The two of them wiped off the smoke and dust on their bodies and walked towards Mike who had been waiting outside.

"Are you ready?" Mike said with a smile, "See my factory!"

Mike pushed open the door of the conference room and walked out. Arthur and Vesemir followed slowly. After seeing the scene outside, a trance immediately appeared on their faces.

Dozens of workers in black uniforms were seen working on a long assembly line. There were men, women, old and young, but they all worked very hard and didn't notice the arrival of Mike and the others.

Suddenly, the magic clock hanging high above the factory wall made a clear sound of music, and all the workers on the assembly line stopped when they heard the sound. Arthur looked up and saw that there were only a few simple text blocks on the magic clock, which were work-meal-rest-off work.

At this time, the only pointer on the magic clock was pointing to the dining area.

It turned out that it was time to eat.

Vesemir suddenly realized and continued to look at the workers.

What surprised him was that the scene of talking and laughing in groups of three or two did not appear. The order seemed to have been engraved into the bones of the workers. They lined up in an orderly manner, leaving the workshop in batches and going to the cafeteria next door.

"How is it, not bad?"

Mike said proudly.

Now, after a period of running-in, the Dolphin Magic Drink factory has gradually gotten better. Employees who like to make trouble are constantly picked out and driven away, leaving only those who obey orders. The workers have also become familiar with their daily work, which has led to a further increase in the factory's output, reaching more than 5,000 bottles per week.

But this output is still not enough compared to the huge market. Helplessly (happily), Mike and the Weasley brothers can only raise the price and double the wholesale price of Dolphin Magic Drink to screen out those low-end consumers.

Nowadays, there are no less than ten Dolphin Magic Drink sales points in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, two large wizard gathering places. Those dealers who originally disdained Dolphin Magic Drink are now begging Mike to purchase goods.

Mike of course readily agreed to this.

Of course, this price and benefits are naturally not as good as those of the first batch of dealers.

Although the price was a bit high, these dealers still agreed very readily because they could pass the extra cost on to consumers. Now that Dolphin Magic Drink was in short supply, they didn't have to worry about not being able to ship.

While the major dealers were making a lot of money, Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, was very upset.

Because his dealer application had not been responded to until now, what he didn't know was that Mike did this on purpose. He had not forgotten everything he had experienced in the Leaky Cauldron when he first entered the wizarding world.

He was going to go to the Leaky Cauldron in person tonight to have a good chat with Tom, the boss.

Let's talk about Arthur and Vesemir.

The two followed Mike straight through the workshop and came to the employee living area at the back of the factory.

Compared with the bustling workshop area and cafeteria in front, the living area was even more lively. Although the schedule set by Mike was a three-shift schedule, the eight-hour high-intensity labor every day obviously could not completely consume all the energy of the young workers.

So they gathered in twos and threes to chat and play wizard chess.

Vesemir even saw some men and women walking hand in hand, looking like they were in love.

What surprised Vesemir and Arthur was that no matter what the workers were doing, when they saw Mike, they would immediately stop what they were doing, stand at attention and tap their chests with their right hands.

Mike would respond with a faint smile and nod.

It was not until Mike disappeared from the workers' sight that they would relax and continue what they were doing.

"You still do this here?"

The scene of the workers saluting Mike reminded Vesemir of some bad things, which made him a little uneasy.

Mike also saw what he was thinking, and answered indifferently in response to the inquiry: "Order is a shortcut to increase productivity."

Vesemir looked at Mike deeply and stopped talking, believing what he said.

Or rather, he was unwilling to believe his original guess.

A few minutes later, Mike led Arthur and Vesemir to a two-story building.

The building was located at the edge of the factory. Standing on the balcony on the second floor, one could see an endless sea of ​​forest. Beside the building was a large newly developed field.

This open-air field was somewhat similar to the playground in a Muggle school. There were many white lines drawn on the ground with magic paint to divide the training area. There were also a large number of training equipment and alchemical dummies on the field. Although it was not as good as Professor Flitwick's training room, it could basically meet Arthur's training needs.

"How is it? Isn't it good here?"

"Just barely."

Vesemir answered Mike pretending to be calm, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth had already betrayed him.

As for Arthur, he had already rushed into the building and looked at the furniture inside curiously.

"Then the safety of this factory is in your hands." Mike said with a smile, "Your job is easy. Just maintain the daily order. If there are any disputes among the workers, stop them. Don't let them get into physical conflicts. At least don't take out your wands."

Vesemir listened carefully. Seeing this, Mike continued, "Of course, your protection also includes the factory's equipment and various property. If theft occurs and the thief is not caught, you will have your salary deducted."

"No problem!"

Vesemir agreed without hesitation. Compared with such a high salary, this amount of work is simply not worth mentioning.

"It's getting late, let's go have lunch."

"Okay."

Vesemir started to walk back after hearing this. He had memorized the location of the cafeteria on the way here. However, Mike suddenly stopped him and said in confusion:

"Where are you going? I have asked Shuke and Beta to prepare lunch in your dormitory. It will be your welcome ceremony."

Vesemir was startled when he heard this and looked at Mike in surprise.

Mike smiled gently in the sun, his golden hair shining, and the smile seemed particularly warm.

Vesemir felt warm in his heart and smiled. The uneasiness caused by the workers' salute disappeared.

It was impossible. How could a boy with such a smile be the same as those two people?

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At night, Mike said goodbye to Arthur and Vesemir and came to the Leaky Cauldron through the Floo network fireplace.

The Leaky Cauldron was empty at this time. The old drunkards had disappeared. Tom had deliberately driven them away. Today, Tom was going to welcome an important guest here. Tom

paced back and forth in the bar anxiously. The dull footsteps were particularly obvious in the silent night.

Mike was late.

Suddenly, there was a bang in the fireplace. Tom turned his head and saw a boy with short golden hair walking out of the fireplace slowly.

"Mr. Townley! I have heard a lot about you!"

Tom immediately put on a smiling face and greeted Mike enthusiastically to hug him.

However, facing Tom's hug, Mike dodged by leaning sideways, which froze the smile on Tom's face.

"Boss Tom, long time no see."

A slightly childish voice came from Mike's mouth, which made Tom react. The slight unhappiness on his face quickly disappeared. He pulled out a chair and said to Mike: "Come on, come on, sit down. Do you want to drink something? I'll treat you tonight!"

Ignoring Tom's courtesy, Mike looked at the clean tables and chairs, nodded with satisfaction and sat down. Then he took out two bottles of iced Dolphin Magic Drink from the Traceless Stretching Spell Bag and handed one of them to Tom.

Tom's eyes were shining when he saw the Dolphin Magic Drink. The reason why he was so humble was for this cute little thing. In his eyes, this treasure with water drops hanging on the bottle wall was not a drink at all, but a golden gold galleon.

"Ha!" Tom opened the bottle cap and drank half of it in one gulp before letting out a sigh of relief, saying, "What a great stuff! I feel like I'm back to my youth!"

Mike was indifferent to Tom's compliments, and only fiddled with the bottle in his hand, as if this bottle of Dolphin Magic Drink was different from other drinks.

The smile on Tom's face gradually stiffened. According to international practice, the two of them should have a business talk with each other before discussing business. However, now that he had thrown out the topic, Mike ignored it.

It feels bad to flatter someone. Mike's behavior made Tom very dissatisfied. He even suspected that Mike came here specifically to humiliate him.

He didn't know Mike's identity at first, but after investigation, he remembered that Mike was the child who had a conflict with Old Pete two years ago.

Old Pete disappeared after the conflict with Mike, and his body was not found in the lake until a week later.

The Ministry of Magic's initial conclusion was that he fell into the water after getting drunk. Old Pete's family had no doubts at all. After hastily disposing of his body, they happily divided up his few properties.

The Ministry of Magic saw that no one cared about this matter, so they gave up further investigation.

This is the so-called "officials do not investigate if the people do not report it."

To be honest, Tom can understand Old Pete's family. Although Old Pete is from a blog family, all his direct relatives have died out, and eating up the whole family has always been a fine tradition in the British wizarding world. And because of his bad temper and no good friends, it is normal that no one cares about his life or death.

Even at the beginning, Tom believed the Ministry of Magic's statement. After all, Old Pete was an alcoholic, and it was reasonable for him to fall into the lake when he was drunk.

But after learning about Mike's existence, Tom began to doubt the cause of Old Pete's death. There was no reason. Mike's deeds in the past two years all proved that he was a cruel person.

Old Pete was probably killed by him!

Tom was not willing to believe this conclusion, because if it was true, then Mike had been killing people since he was at least twelve years old.

This was really scary.

It was not that he had not thought about reporting Mike, but he had no evidence. And Mike had made friends with many big shots in the past two years. What if he failed to kill the snake...

Tom suppressed the terrible thoughts in his heart, forced a smile and said, "Mr. Townley, look at our Dolphin distribution contract..."

Tom suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his speech and looked at Mike expectantly. This made Mike feel very bored.

He originally planned to come here to satisfy his urge to show off, but the bar owner Tom didn't fall for it at all. He looked like he would let him be beaten and scolded, so Mike didn't feel the pleasure of revenge. Now that he

thinks about it carefully, Tom didn't seem to have much ill will towards him at the beginning. In a sense, kicking him out of the bar was also to prevent him from getting hurt more seriously. Thinking of

this, Mike sighed, and when he was about to let go, he saw a figure suddenly appear at the stairs on the second floor.

"Um, Boss Tom. Do you have any hot dogs, sausages or something?"

Harry, wearing pajamas, walked down the stairs and was slightly stunned when he saw that there were only Mike and Tom in the empty bar.