Chapter 933
Puppet Conference
Chapter 933 Puppet Conference
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, as if a layer of ice had just broken, the atmosphere became lively!
Before their master, the puppets showed no feigned politeness, evasion, or fear; they immediately perked up and began to discuss:
“We need a legitimate… at least ostensibly legitimate structure!” Vito spoke first: “Using their existing corporate network as a foundation, we can layer and isolate the risks…”
"No, we must first establish physical support!"
Victor almost jumped up, excitedly saying:
“We can acquire promising but bankrupt tech startups, logistics networks with stable cash flow, or even unassuming convenience store chains—making the flow of funds more efficient and building information hubs and supply channels!”
“Security and intelligence systems must be synchronized,” Wedel said slowly. “Using Lightford’s ‘network,’ especially those arms dealers and underground organizations, we can screen and build our own peripheral security network.”
“And then there’s public opinion!” Vera’s eyes shone brightly. “We can use some of our funds to invest in several local media outlets and film and television production companies, and establish online social platforms. We can then control the narrative.”
“Ah, speaking of which…” Victor had a sudden inspiration: “How about starting a short video platform from scratch?”
Vera frowned: "Too early... Muggle society's current technology hasn't reached the level we need."
“Don’t focus on the minor details,” Videl said. “We can definitely get involved in industries like oil, chemicals, machinery, electronics, automobiles, and real estate. The internet is certainly not to be ignored, but food processing is also a high-growth sector…”
They exchanged words, their thoughts colliding at high speed, sparking brilliant ideas.
There was no deference or argument between them, only efficient complementary ideas and logical refinement.
For them, this was not merely the management of a windfall, but an unprecedented and exciting process of "creation"—
For their masters, and for themselves, they quietly built a secret kingdom on the map of the human world.
Wade leaned back comfortably against the soft sofa, toying with a leaping golden-red flame in his hand, letting the faint flame swirl and dance between his fingers, flickering on and off.
He listened quietly to the puppets' discussion with a faint smile on his face.
Although the knowledge in his mind comes from the trajectory of another time and space, he is clear about the trajectory of Muggle society and technological explosion in the coming decades, and knows which industries will rise like the rising sun and which models will subvert tradition.
But at this moment, Wade showed no intention of interrupting or offering any guidance.
The core ideas and cognitive foundations of these puppets originated from him at the moment of their creation.
They had long been influenced, to varying degrees, by Wade's foresight and insight into trends.
Therefore, the map they are sketching out at this moment shines with a forward-looking brilliance that transcends the present era.
They are using the "seeds" he gave them to grow, deduce, and plan autonomously—this in itself is the most admirable scenery.
even though……
Some of the puppets' ideas will encounter setbacks in reality, some investments will ultimately prove futile, or they will fail in the process of development and suffer setbacks from capital and the state...
That's okay too.
The current Wade is no longer the Hogwarts student who needed to carefully plan and tread carefully. He has enough strength and resources to bear the cost of trial and error.
Therefore, compared to the growth of wealth, what he values and cherishes more at this moment is the growth shown by the puppets in this process—the collision of ideas, the courage to make decisions, and the tacit understanding of cooperation.
This is a capability that most humans do not possess.
Wade watched with a smile, like a gardener looking expectantly at the tree he had nurtured, which was stretching its unique branches toward the sky.
As the discussion progressed to how to clean up the mess left by Prometheus among the various factions, Vera's gaze inadvertently lifted from the list in her hand and landed on Vader in front of the fireplace. She saw their creator reclining there, his grey eyes reflecting the figures of everyone around him.
There was no scrutiny or judgment in those eyes, only a deep, almost gentle calm, and something... she didn't know how to describe it, but it made her feel warm and at peace.
Vera stopped the discussion but didn't interrupt the others; she simply looked at Wade quietly.
Her smile became softer and more genuine, like a clear and gentle ripple spreading across the ice that melts quietly in spring.
At this moment, the firebird Mihar, which was perched on the stone platform, suddenly turned its head, looked into the room through the window, flapped its wings, and made a chirping sound in its throat.
"Hi, Mihal!"
The cloak, seemingly idle, sidled up to it and muttered:
"See that? A major operation! They're discussing how to spend a huge sum of money to build their own territory! We don't even have a hand, how can we participate?"
"Most importantly, if we run out, we can scare the most timid Muggles to death with just one word!"
"What do you think... if I ask my master to create a human-shaped body for me? Male or female, it doesn't matter, even an old man is fine, I'm not picky! But it would be best if he were a young, handsome, and talented young man!"
"You certainly don't want to spend all day sleeping on the rocks, right? It's so boring! Go talk to the master! He loves you the most, and he'll definitely agree as long as you ask!"
Mikhail glanced at him sideways in his cloak, as if he were looking at a fool.
"Is it alright? Go ahead!" the cloak urged eagerly. "I'll cheer you on! If your master doesn't agree, you can roll on the ground and cry!"
Michal turned his gaze away, looking down as he preened his fiery feathers, showing no intention of agreeing.
He flung his cloak back abruptly and said sarcastically, "Oh, I almost forgot, you're a fool, you'd never understand my grand aspirations!"
"Why don't you just stay here and take a nap? Speaking of which, you're lying there all day, you're actually incubating your eggs, right? After all, you're a bird, you must..."
Before it finished speaking, a flash of fire appeared in Mikhail's eyes, and it flapped its wings with lightning speed!
"boom!"
With a muffled thud, the cloak flew backward and slammed solidly against the wall below the window. It then slid down limply, lay flat in a ball, and remained motionless for a long while, as if it had been stunned by the blow.
Mihar retracted its wings, turned its head nonchalantly, and let out a light, slightly smug chirp: "Chirp chirp!"
"—It's those two, Mihar and Cloak, fighting again."
Hearing the noise, Victor glanced down at the window, but didn't pay much attention. He turned back and said:
“Those old guys from Prometheus are so arrogant because of money and their shady connections. If they can do it, we can definitely do it better and cleaner.”
“Victor is right, but it’s not just that.”
Vito looked around at each of the puppets present, his gaze finally settling on Vader.
"More importantly... this belongs entirely to us, and it doesn't have to overlap with the Sorcerers, Hogwarts, or any magical power! It doesn't depend on any external gifts, and therefore... it doesn't have to suffer any interference from external wills."
"This is our unique foundation!"
(End of this chapter)