Chapter 791
A Warning from Elsie
Chapter 791 A Warning from Elsie
Elsie stirred her coffee, resting her chin on her hand, and tilted her head to watch as Wade unconsciously furrowed his brow as he read the newspaper.
Her eyes were bright, with slightly upturned corners, giving her a tender and affectionate look when she looked at people.
But the boy in front of him seemed to be immune to signals. Unlike Elsie's male classmates, he did not show any signs of being moved or excited. His gaze remained fixed on the words on the paper.
"Tom Heck...this guy is like a vulture eyeing carrion, always trying to grab attention with sensational writing."
Elsie said slowly, "However, although his reports are unsettling, they are not fabricated out of thin air, and he has guessed several major events correctly, so many people in the American magical community trust his reports."
Wade looked up from the newspaper: "I've met a few journalists like that before; they always seem to care less about the facts and more about what the readers want to see—"
"They portray noble people as despicable, brave people as cowardly, and then delve into the helplessness of the despicable, as if this makes them seem more clear-headed and intelligent."
Hearing this, Elsie couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, indeed... there are always people like this everywhere... just like how people are always driven by self-interest no matter where they are."
Looking at Wade's expression, she leaned forward slightly and tentatively asked, "Speaking of which, Wade... have you ever thought about finding a partner in the United States? Like Mr. Marchionne, but with a more powerful family or organization."
"—For example, the Department of Security of the Magical Congress of the United States?" Wade shook the newspaper. "Graves has certainly chosen a powerful patron."
“Hmm…” Elsie neither confirmed nor denied it, only vaguely saying, “More or less.”
Wade lowered his eyes, looking at the ambitious eyes of Senior Deputy Minister Corbett in the newspaper.
It must be said, Tom Heck has a knack for capturing candid moments.
In his photographs, the subtle, fleeting emotions of the subjects seem to be magnified dozens or even hundreds of times, so that even the most careless person can perceive what he is trying to express.
Vader raised his eyes and smiled, "As far as I know, Aslan's Magic Workshop's products can be sold all over the world? In that case, there seems to be no need to choose a partner... I have a very pleasant working relationship with Mr. Marchionne."
Professor Mori's face was secondary; the most important thing was that Marchionni always put Wade first in the cooperation, never thinking of deducting his due benefits, let alone plotting to turn Wade into his own money-making machine.
If it were someone else, seeing that a teenager could bring such great benefits, they would probably try every means to persuade him to put aside his other studies and various boring social interactions, devote himself wholeheartedly to the research of alchemy, and come up with a series of money-making projects.
Even more despicable individuals will use various means such as family, love, debt, certain special drugs, and emotional manipulation to control this person, and then squeeze them like a cow to make money for them continuously.
But Magioni not only supported Wiede's research needs in other disciplines, but also bought and sent him large packages of things that Wiede might need when negotiating cooperation in various countries. He would also often persuade him to put down his books and research, go out and relax for a while, and even tried to teach him how to date.
It is precisely because their relationship is like that of friends or brothers that Vader and Marchionni's collaboration has lasted for so many years. Otherwise, they would have parted ways long ago due to various disputes.
Upon hearing this, Elsie's gaze swept across Wade's face with a probing look, as if observing whether he was truly refusing outright or simply hadn't understood her meaning.
Then, she came to her own conclusion and couldn't help but laugh:
"I didn't expect that guy called 'Hyena' to be so good at winning people over... Although it was expected, I'm still a little disappointed by your directness..."
“I’m sorry,” Wade said. “If you’re interested in collaborating, why don’t you just approach Marchionne directly? He’s not the type to hog everything.”
For example, regarding the broadcasting rights of the "Streaming Show," Marchionni ceded a significant portion of the profits to partners in various countries. "Hmm, I know..." Elsie smiled, resting her chin on her hand, "but my family is..."
Wade was speechless.
Elsie chuckled again and said, "Alright, enough joking... but please allow me to say something..."
She paused, her gaze shifting, and said meaningfully, "If you have no intention of cooperating with any American forces, then... returning to Britain as soon as possible and focusing on what you know might be a safer choice."
Vader raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at Elsie.
The girl smiled helplessly: "The situation in New York has been a bit murky lately. Not everyone will be kind to some... overly dazzling new stars."
“Thank you for reminding me, Elsie,” Wade said, nodding. “I don’t really intend to stay long. But I still have some private research and exchanges to finish in New York, so I expect to stay for a few more days.”
"A few days?" Elsie sighed inwardly, then smiled and said, "I hope everything goes well for you."
……
"Snapped!"
The same copy of the New York Ghost Newspaper that Elsie had brought to Wade was slammed onto the mahogany table. Colt's ambiguous smile on the newspaper was particularly jarring.
At the table, the same face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.
"Look, Corbit!"
The old man in the wheelchair trembled slightly with anger. He tried his best to keep his voice steady, but his anger was about to burst out.
"Why didn't that hyena attack Wade Gray, but instead targeted you? What did you do when you released him that made you its primary target?"
Corbett said in a low voice, "I didn't do anything... I didn't even see him. I just had my men release him on the grounds that his actions didn't cause any harm."
After a pause, he added:
"I even had someone leak the news that Wade Grey had inherited Nick Lemaître's estate to him. If we're not mistaken, Wade Grey might now have mastered the complete method for crafting Philosopher's Stones. Such big news... logically, that reporter shouldn't have let it go!"
His face was extremely pale, and the vertical lines between his eyebrows were so deep they could trap a fly.
Corbett hadn't expected that the reporter named Heck would act so unpredictably, completely disrupting his plans... It was just a handshake, who knew that guy would come up with so many conspiracy theories with such a divergent mind?
A sinister glint flashed in Corbit's eyes.
(End of this chapter)