Chapter 922: Expansion and Response to War

When Trak Graves finished speaking, Remus couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the heavy stone in his chest finally fell to the ground.

But casually, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

Amosta's previous speech was light, but the workload involved was not small. In the next period of time, he and Amosta probably couldn't leave New York.

Since it has been decided to grant marketing authorization to local powerful magic families and workshops, the first thing to do is to select a group of qualified people as soon as possible under the auspices of the Magic Congress and the International Magic Cooperation Department. This will undoubtedly involve the interests of many people, and the cooperation department may face struggles.

After the initial screening is completed, he still needs to conduct background checks on these forces to confirm whether they are really trustworthy. However, this step can be completed with the help of the goblin's intelligence network.

The most difficult part is undoubtedly negotiating with these forces, including the amount of franchise fees collected from dealers; the negotiation of the price at which dealers purchase goods from the workshop; technical guidance and patent royalties from forces that are interested in localized production; export pricing of core components of learning machines; and bargaining for terminal retail prices.

Remus, who manages the workshop while studying hard, is no longer a beginner who knows nothing about business. He knows that none of the above issues will be easily finalized, and each topic will lead to difficult negotiations.

After the meeting, both parties expressed their future prospects and opinions on the upcoming trade, interviewed by the New York Ghost, met with Ms. Marcel White of the International Magical Cooperation Department and a few senior executives to reach a preliminary consensus on key issues, and had a hasty celebration reception. Then, the leisure and comfort of the few days before the meeting seemed to disappear like a dream. Suddenly, there were countless things to accomplish.

When Amosta, Remus and Amelia left the Woolworth Building, the warm and comfortable morning sun had already rolled to the other side of the earth, and the bright moon in the sky was hidden behind a layer of haze.

Amosta glanced at Amelia. His relative was not good at drinking. At the previous cocktail party, she accompanied him and the sociable officials of the International Magical Cooperation Department to toast. After a meeting after the cocktail party, she was still a little drunk.

"Did Graves give you any new instructions, Amelia?"

"Mr. Graves?"

Amelia's thin body swayed with a dizzy head. The dim street lights reflected on her rosy cheeks. The alcohol removed her usual pretense of maturity and calmness. She looked like a girl under 20 years old.

Facing Amosta's question, Amelia blinked her watery eyes and shook her head naively.

Graves didn't give Amelia an order to terminate the mission?

Amosta raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. It seems that the head of the security department is still very wary of himself.

The problem that has troubled him for half a year has finally made substantial progress. Even Remus is a little bit dizzy. Under the stimulation of alcohol, he walked briskly and hummed the song of Weird Sisters.

Amosta smiled and looked at Remus, thinking for a moment,

"Remus, during the preliminary consultation with the International Magical Cooperation Department today, there is a very important point that I have never mentioned, but it involves a very important sustainable profit point in the sales system we are going to build."

"What is it?"

"The many proposed terms for cooperation on learning machines are all aimed at the sale of new machines, and I did not promise Marcel to outsource the subsequent repairs, maintenance, and even learning authority upgrades of the products, and this is a very big piece of cake that can bring us endless income."

Amosta did not shy away from Amelia and said directly to Remus,

"But if we want to pocket this income, it means that we must establish a complete after-sales service network system. We need to cultivate a large number of talents. In the early stage, we can only rely on the power of the fairies, but on the one hand, we must be on guard against others, and on the other hand, the existence of terminal outlets can solve To solve the employment problems of a considerable number of wizards, in the end, we still need to take the outlets back to our own hands. "

Remus listened meaninglessly at first, but as he gradually understood the importance of Amosta's arrangement, his expression became solemn.

"I understand, Amosta. There is another question--"

Remus said softly, his face was embarrassed, and finally he said out the hidden worries in his heart for a day,

"The next negotiations with all parties will involve specific distribution of interests. As you can imagine, this will be very difficult. I am worried."

Amostar nodded,

"I can't attend all the negotiation meetings. If you feel a little overwhelmed, Remus, I can write a letter to Bana and ask it to arrange some goblins to assist you in negotiating with the American wizarding world."

The wrinkles between Remus' eyebrows relaxed. No one is better at calculating interests than the goblins in Gringotts. With their assistance, the pressure on his shoulders will be relieved immediately.

"In addition--"

Amostar suddenly stopped and looked into the distance. The boundless night fell in his deep eyes without ripples

"The smooth progress in the American market means that our local workshops must expand their production capacity on a large scale and need to recruit more skilled workers. Remus, the preparations for this can be carried out first.

Secondly, we also need to contact the prosperous magic civilizations in the next few continents. The cooperation model can refer to the cooperation model between us and the American magic community. Once the two parties reach a consensus, they will collect the deposit as soon as possible. We need a large sum of gold to overcome our own difficulties."

Remus was still thinking about the expansion of production capacity and business promotion in other continents mentioned by Amosta. He knew very well that relying on his own strength alone, even with the support of Gringotts, it would be dwarfed by such a workload.

Before returning to the UK, he must start to implement the expansion issue, which requires large-scale recruitment, not only workers, but also an elite wizard team to support their ambition to promote their products globally.

But then, Amosta's last sentence jumped into Remus' mind--

We need a large sum of gold to overcome our own difficulties

Remus was stunned for a moment, and the chaos in his mind was swept away.

"You mean--"

Remus's expression became solemn, and he asked softly,

"Our war with Voldemort?"

Amosta nodded slightly,

"This is also one of the main reasons why I insist on coming to the American wizarding world to promote business in person. We need funds to support us to win this war."

Money and war?

Remus frowned. In his worldview, these seem to be two unrelated things.

The last war between them and Voldemort was full of conspiracy, cruel suppression, killing, deception, coercion and inducement. The ugliness and weakness of human nature were vividly interpreted, but it seemed to have nothing to do with gold.

"Will there really be a war?"

After being blown by the cold wind for a long time, Amelia's clear brown eyes were still watery. She raised her beautiful face and her tone was a bit innocent.

"I heard about the Voldemort you are talking about when I was studying at Ilvermorny. It is said that he has been completely defeated by the famous Harry Potter. Has he really returned to your magic world?"

Remus remained silent.

"Indeed."

Amosta smiled.

"The war is igniting and will spread to other countries. Our battle with Voldemort has begun. No one, including me, can guarantee that they will survive this war."

Amelia was stunned. She looked at Amosta, who was already walking forward and looked so thin under the street lights. For some reason, she suddenly felt distressed.

Suddenly, she remembered the wonderful warmth that flowed from Amosta's wand to her palm when she borrowed it from her. It was as if the two were blood relatives.

"What's wrong?"

Amosta, who had already gone far away, seemed to notice that Amelia had stopped moving forward. He turned his head and looked at the absent-minded girl by the lamppost strangely.

"Oh, nothing--"

Amelia said in a panic, and then she trotted to catch up.