Chapter 1411 Our Family Is Just an Ordinary Family

Hill was stunned for a moment, and gradually looked at Mag with a slightly different gaze, curious, surprised, and sympathetic.

yes.

Since she was born, money has been just a number to her.

No one knows exactly how much money Buffett has in his bank. It is a figure that is huge enough to make dragons and kings jealous.

she knows.

It was a bunch of meaningless numbers, at least to her.

"Yeah, what's the use of money, what's the use of wealth? I've never touched money, and I'm not interested in money." Hill smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's just that they all think that I work hard for more Is there a difference between one extra zero and one less zero after that string of numbers?."

Mag looked at Hill, suddenly lost in thought.

Um.

It seems to have met an opponent.

The way rich people pretend to be coercive is always the same.

But you still can't refute it, after all...he thought so too back then.

"Yeah, there's no difference." So he nodded approvingly.

"Actually, our family is just an ordinary family. There is nothing special about it. At most, the house is bigger." Hill said with a bit of helplessness: "However, every time I brought friends home when I was young, I always lost a few friends. Is it a big deal for someone else to get lost at home?"

"That's not..." Mag shook his head. If it was him, his young heart would not be able to accept such an invisible way of showing off his wealth.

"Mr. McGonagall, you are really special." Hill smiled, and lightly touched a raised bead in his hand. The secretary quickly walked in from outside the carriage and took it out from the closet of the carriage. A bottle of red wine and two goblets. When the cork is pulled out, a strong aroma of red wine spreads in the compartment. The red wine is poured out and left in a decanter for a while, and then poured into the goblets respectively. , gently placed it on the small table protruding between Mag and Hill, then bent down and exited the carriage.

"So, I still want to have a drink with you." Hill picked up the wine glass, shaking it slightly between his fingers, and looked at Mag with a smile.

Mag glanced at the wine glass in front of him, and Hill who was looking at him, hesitated for a moment,

Still reaching for the glass.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey." Mag raised his glass and touched Hill lightly, and then took a sip of the wine. This is the best V-grade wine from Buffett Winery. There are some differences in brewing, but it is still a top wine.

Along the way, Hill talked more than usual. Although he still restrained himself and didn't talk about too many things in life, McGonagall clearly felt that her defense against him had dropped a lot.

"Pretending to be aggressive is probably a good way to increase your favorability?" Mag got off the carriage and couldn't help muttering as he watched the luxurious carriage gradually go away.

As soon as Mag turned around, he met Irina, who was leaning against the door at some point and was looking at him scrutinizingly.

"Where did you go?" Just as he was about to speak, Irina had already walked over with long legs, and then sniffed him: "There is a smell of alcohol on his body, and someone made an appointment for a drink in broad daylight?"

"And the smell of perfume, woman?"

"Who is the woman in the car?"

A series of questions, as well as the dangerous aura flashing in his eyes, made Mag's nerves tense up quickly, and he said very frankly: "Hill Buffett, the current owner of Buffett's bank, is talking to her about a few hundred million dollars at noon. It’s normal to have some wine while talking about business.”

"How many billion?" Irina's eyes narrowed slightly, as if countless swords were flying among them.

Mag felt a chill on his back, and quickly said: "It's not what you think, go, go in, let me talk to you slowly."

"You'd better tell me what kind of posture you use to negotiate these hundreds of millions of dollars." Irina's mouth curled up with a dangerous arc, and she turned and walked into the restaurant.

"I'm...just sitting." Mag had an innocent face, what posture could he use to talk.

After entering the restaurant, Mag locked the door behind her, making sure there was no third person in the restaurant, and walked to sit opposite Irina.

"Can a rich woman make you feel happy?" Irina raised her eyes and asked as soon as Mag sat down.

"It's okay, we had a good conversation, Guofei..." Mag nodded and paused, suddenly feeling that the words sounded a bit crooked.

"hehe."

"Hey! My wife, don't get me wrong, we are talking about business." Mag looked at Irina who slowly took out the folding chair, stood up all of a sudden, and quickly explained:

"Do you still remember the steam engines sent by the factory a few days ago? Ms. Hill is my collaborator on the steam engine project. In addition, she, Chaos City and I have also cooperated to develop a railway project, using steam engines to drive The steam locomotive will run on the railway leading to the Goblin Vic Ridge. I went to the locomotive base for a trial run at noon in a few years, and it has basically reached the operating standard, so I only drank a little wine on the way back."

"Steam locomotive?" Irina slowly put down the folding chair, looking at Mag with some puzzlement.

"It's just a huge carriage that never gets tired, and it can drag hundreds of people forward quickly on the paved rails, and there is no need to rest or feed grass in the middle."

"Then what does it eat?"

"Eat some coal."

"Isn't that a little too much?"

"It's okay, I will add water to it."

"That's more or less."

Mag looked at Irina who put away the folding chair, breathed a sigh of relief, put her butt on the chair again, nodded with a smile: "Because the base is outside the city, Miss Hill sent me back by the way, what? None of that happened."

"I'll just treat it like this." Irina glanced at Mag and said flatly.

"It's obviously like this!" Mag slandered, but based on the principle that one sentence is worse than one sentence, she smiled and said: "You must have worked very hard to train the night elves today, what do you want to eat and drink? Is it? I'll do it for you."

"I want to eat durian pizza, and a pot of green tea." Irina thought for a while.

"Okay, I'll do it for you." Mag got up and walked towards the kitchen. First, he brewed a pot of green tea, poured a cup for Irina and put it in front of her, then turned around and went into the kitchen to start making durian pizza.

Irina rested her chin on the table with one hand. Through the hot air, she looked at Mag who was busy in the kitchen with her back facing her, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He looks so handsome holding a sword, and the way he wears an apron and picks up a kitchen knife is even more fascinating.

Worthy of being my man.