Superb Quality Reads at
♂Finished♂
♂Books♂
♂God♂
♂Station♂

Moscow time, 05:09 AM.
Bolshevik Iron Hammer Tavern, reception hall.

"Ha, haha... Looks like we're a bit early."

Frank scratched the back of his head, turned to look at Aleksei behind him, and let out an awkward chuckle.

"...Indeed, a little bit too early."

Aleksei glanced at the row of clocks hanging behind the goblin and sighed helplessly.

"Only six hours ahead of London time, Frank. I think you'd better brush up on some basic knowledge in the future, or I'm afraid you'll fall on these little details someday, even if you are wizards."

"Sorry, this is my first independent mission, I'm a little nervous..."

Frank, like a frostbitten eggplant, explained softly to Aleksei, looking a little uneasy.

These young people, their ideas are still too simple...

Aleksei smiled and waved his hand dismissively.

Although he hasn't been in contact with other wizards, it seems that Frank, apart from mastering some strange magic, is similar to those clueless students who intern at his research institute.

"It's okay, if you can, tell me more about the magical world - as a world independent of those of us without magical abilities, I need to brush up on a lot of basic life courses, let's learn from each other."

"Um, okay."

Frank glanced at Aleksei's face, and after confirming that he didn't see any anger or impatience on his face, he felt a little relieved. He waved his wand, conjured two chairs, sat against the wall, and chatted casually.

"Actually, I just graduated not long ago. I graduated from Durmstrang, oh, it's a wizarding school, just like a non-magical school, but it's specially for young wizards..."

"...Later, my family moved to Salzburg, Austria, and lived very close to my uncle's family... When I was a child, my dream was to become a general, but later, I received an owl..."

"The magical world doesn't use Muggle currency, wizards buy things with gold Galleons, silver Sickles..."

"..."

Frank was originally a very talkative person, or rather, a chatterbox.

It's just that he had to pretend to be calm because of his job before, but now he can finally open the floodgates and talk to his heart's content. Naturally, he babbled a lot. Although it was a bit incoherent and occasionally the logic was a bit chaotic, for Aleksei, all of this was quite interesting, so he naturally wouldn't interrupt Frank's interest.

Even, infected by Frank, Aleksei began to tell stories about himself later.

For example, how he met his wife Natasha, and how he later had his little daughter Danilova; or how he initially entered the Budker Institute of Nuclear Physics, and how he gradually became the deputy director...

Unconsciously, time slowly passed in the increasingly pleasant chat between the two.

Until...

.........

"Ahem, excuse me, I'll interrupt for a moment."

Just as Aleksei was about to talk about how he resolutely "defected" from the mathematics department under the temptation of a few bottles of vodka when he was in college, a crisp girl's voice appeared in their ears.

The two were slightly stunned, and subconsciously stopped talking, turning their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

I saw a delicate-looking little girl with silver-white hair had come to the two of them at some point. The lake-blue eyes shone with bright starlight. In a trance, Aleksei felt as if he saw an angel descending.

But the next moment, Aleksei was pulled back to reality by Frank's series of exclamations.

"Uncle Mair?! Mr. Apokalips?! Miss Theresa?!"

Aleksei's gaze moved away from the girl's face, and only then did he realize that behind this little girl, there was also an old man with a playful look in his eyes and full of energy, and behind the two of them, there were neatly standing a dozen middle-aged and elderly people wearing neat black suits, unsmiling.

One of the old men was glaring at Frank fiercely, and his lips moved slightly with a threat.

If nothing else, it should be Kurt Mair, that legendary, seemingly omnipotent wizard uncle in Frank's previous stories, but judging from his standing position, the protagonist today is not Mr. Mair.

"Mr. Aleksei? Hello, welcome to the magical world."

Eileen smiled slightly, took the initiative to reach out to the front, and said extremely formally.

"Let me introduce myself, Theresa, Theresa Apokalips, the current CEO of Destiny Group, and the direct person in charge of this action and the signing of the contract. I will introduce and answer your questions in the next time."

In fact, Eileen was quite interested in Aleksei's story.

If Grindelwald hadn't kept urging him, she would still like to hear more about the growth history of this nuclear physics bigwig.

This kind of experience is much more interesting than the boring contract negotiations, especially after she has repeated similar explanations more than ten times these days, the interest is almost gone.

It's just that time is limited. She is now secretly running over through Grindelwald's office fireplace during the early morning interval, so naturally there is not much free time to waste.

If she hasn't shown up by class time, Old Radish might come over and catch people directly - even if all of this is allowed by Dumbledore, she can only use her spare time to poach people, instead of skipping class openly.

Frankly speaking, in this era, perhaps Eileen is not a little bit worse than these big names in academic expertise, but in looking forward to the future, predicting scientific development, and saying some seemingly correct scientific conclusions, even if Einstein came back to life, he might be stunned by her for a while.

Not to mention, under normal circumstances, as long as the scientific researchers who come here have already made a decision in their hearts. What they need most is just a promise, a direction, and some specific supplies to solve their worries.

What Eileen really does is just the word "honesty".

The content in this aspect is precisely the quality that those high-IQ scientific research workers who have almost become human beings value most. This is also why she doesn't mind letting some interns contact those old guys.

Words and interests are ultimately not as convincing as accumulated qualities and attitudes. She doesn't want to show those scientific research bigwigs who have succeeded once how mature the magical world is, what convenience they will get after coming to this magical world, and how easy it is to succeed.

In this regard, those human society brains with unique perspectives and surpassing ordinary people's wisdom don't need her to carry out specific guidance and dissemination at all. They can start to associate themselves after seeing one or two magics.

What she needs is to show some not-so-good, immature civilization sprouts in advance. Once these settings are accepted, the probability of future conflicts and gaps will be much smaller. The easiest way to convince a person is always himself.

Of course, in addition to that, she also has a lot of secret weapons used for persuasion and seduction.

Whether it is the confidentiality regulations of the magical world, the advance preparations for the integration of the non-magical world and the magical world civilization, the massive potatoes prepared by the Destiny Group and Hogwarts to aid the people of the former Soviet Union, and enjoying five insurances and one housing fund during the contract period...

Of course, not only that, there are more...

————.
————
Chapter 3! (My God!!!)

Search for more quality rankings
♂Finished♂
♂Books♂
♂God♂
♂Station♂
Or enter the website on your mobile phone:.aenx.cm