You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes?

Chapter 64: Unexpected ways of persuasion

Since Merron entered the parlour and introduced each other, the old half-blood association president didn't say much.

He just watched Merron silently from the side, his eyes were strange, as if he was thinking about something.

But it's not that cold here.

Because in addition to the president and vice president of the mixed-race association, there was also a fat middle-aged wizard in the conference room.

He claimed to be the president of the Meteorological Association. He came here this time to thank Melen for coming.

In addition, he also gave Melan an exquisite crystal pocket watch. When he opened it, he could see various weather signs on the dial.

"This watch will predict the weather changes in the location after an hour, such as light rain, heavy rain, cloudy and so on."

Seeing Melun looking down, the fat president followed with a smile and said:

"It's not a valuable item, but after thinking about it, you may not like anything other than this new thing, so you can only use this watch as a welcome gift."

"It looks really good," Merron responded with admiration.

He didn't think that he gave 300,000 yuan, and the other party only returned a pocket watch. What a stingy act.

After all, he sent the money to Arthur, not the Meteorological Association. Even if the other party didn't say anything, it was normal.

Right now, the president not only came to publicize his kind deeds with great fanfare and helped him make a name for himself, but also gave him a relatively novel little object, which was already a very warm treatment.

This thing is not useless to Mellen. As a modern traveler, he has always been more concerned about one thing.

That is the world, there is no weather forecast.

The existence of this watch makes up for his regret.

"In fact, this weather pocket watch is a new product developed by our association this year."

Chairman Fatty said on the side: "We have negotiated a cooperation agreement with Blackstone Company before, and it is expected that this school season will officially launch sales."

"However, because it is the first version, it may encounter some small problems when using it. If you encounter them, please help to give feedback."

Of course there's nothing wrong with this, Meren hummed and agreed, and then added the other party's "friend" by the way.

The fat president then left with satisfaction.

As a result, only the old president and the bald vice president Victor were left in the living room.

"He must have seen that Iger was rich, so he came here to make connections."

Seeing the fat figure leave, Vice President Victor couldn't help but said to Meren: "I even doubt that the 300,000 you gave Arthur last night will be misappropriated by him."

"Don't criticize others behind their backs."

Before Meren spoke, the old president, who had not spoken much before, glanced at Victor.

"Colin's publicizing what happened last night with such a big fanfare today is actually telling Iger that their association will never be greedy for Arthur's money."

"Obviously not greedy, who can say for sure in private?"

The bald Victor muttered: "That's 300,000 grams... Who can't be tempted?"

"You are really too petty."

Hearing this, the old president shook his head helplessly, but didn't say anything, just waved to Victor to go down first.

Then, he looked at Melen and explained:

"Don't listen to Victor's nonsense, that money will not fall into the hands of others. Not only that, even if Arthur wants to give the money to the association afterwards, Colin will never ask for it."

Meren didn't actually think about this, but it seemed that these people thought he would care about it, including the previous fat president.

So he didn't say anything, just nodded.

There were only the two of them left in the living room.

After saying this, the old man moved his body, made his slightly hunched waist straighten on the sofa, and then looked at Mellen.

"The first time we met, we were not very familiar with each other, so there was no need to say polite words."

"Now, let's talk about where you're going next," he said.

Where to go?

Melon was startled when he heard the words, and then he reacted.

There were too many things before, so he never thought about some issues that were important to others.

For example, with his own talent, do you still want to stay in the Mixed-Blood Association?

Because of his own teacher, Melon subconsciously had no idea of ​​leaving the Mixed-Blood Association and joining a pure-blood family.

So hearing this now, I feel a little unexpected.

But on the surface, he didn't show any sound, just nodded and listened silently.

"In my opinion, you have two options next."

After taking out a pipe and lighting it for himself, the old president said slowly:

"One is to go under the command of a certain top wizard family, become an apprentice of a certain wizard, and then follow the family's arrangement, go on a path that is beneficial to them, and do some work that can provide them with benefits."

"The second is to be taken by a female member of a small pure-blood wizard family, join the family and become a member of the family. Or split off and form a small family attached to the family."

"Of course, if you are lucky, some medium-sized families may be interested in marrying you, but the chances of this happening are very small, because families above medium-sized have already figured out where to marry when their children are born. The family is getting married."

"If there are people who are not engaged, they may be either too ugly or physically disabled."

Wouldn't there be an option to stay in the association?

Melon was a little speechless when he heard the words, thinking that this is because he despised himself, so he pushed it out, or did he despise the Mixed-Blood Association?

"When you enter a top wizard family, you will not be short of all the resources and connections you will need in the future."

Ignoring what Mellen thought, the old president said to himself:

"The disadvantage is that you are not very free, but this is only relatively speaking. As long as you don't disobey the line the family has set for you, or deliberately offend someone in the family, they will naturally be polite to you."

"And entering a small and medium-sized family is relatively free, but the resources of this family are less than that of top-level families. They have no absolute confidence in retaining talents like you, so marriage is essential..."

"So, what do you mean?" Mellen couldn't help asking.

He always felt that it was impossible for the other party to really push him, otherwise it would be too "injurious to self-esteem", right?

"These two roads are probably your normal choices."

After the old president took a puff of his pipe, he said in a puff of smoke, "But now, I want to recommend the third way to you, and that is to stay in the Mixed-Blood Association."

You might as well just say this, because I didn't want to leave at all.

Merron rolled his eyes secretly, but he could only listen to the seriousness of what the other party said.

"The third path has many defects, such as lack of resources, such as being suppressed by pure blood."

The old man said: "Feng You mentioned to you before that we have applied for a place in the Imperial Royal Academy, right? But I want to tell you now, I can't even give it to you directly."

"It's not that I don't want to, it's impossible, do you understand what I mean?"

"Because of fairness?"

"Yes, fairness, or rather, rules."

The old man nodded and said: "There are too many people looking forward to this place. Among these people, there are direct descendants who have been cultivated by the association since childhood, sons and even grandsons of certain managers in the association, and also have some talents who are slightly lacking, but very A hardworking ordinary student."

"If I ignore the existence of these people and directly give you the quota, then even if you are qualified to have this quota, you are still breaking the rules."

"The rules are broken in my hands. Of course they can't do anything, but I can't expect them to treat the association as their home."

"But if you choose to join a pure-blood family, then with your talent, you don't have to apply, and those top wizarding schools will naturally offer places."

Having said that, the old president took a deep breath of the pipe in his hand, and when he slowly exhaled the smoke, a hint of helplessness flashed across the old cheek.

"Simply put, if you choose to stay in the association instead of joining them. Then no matter what you do, purebloods will still treat you as an outsider, and at present, purebloods represent the mainstream wizarding world. "

Melon looked thoughtful when he heard the words, but didn't say anything.

"Now that the bad is done, let's talk about the good."

As if afraid that Mellon would be frightened, the old president immediately changed the conversation.

"If you stay in the association, then in terms of freedom, no one can restrict you. What you want to do in the future, the association will not interfere in the slightest, and will not use you to do certain things."

"Secondly, although it's not as good as those pure-blood families, the top leaders of the association, including me, will do their best to train you on the premise of not breaking the rules."

"The reason is very simple. You are a genius in the eyes of those pure-blood families, but in our eyes, you are a hope. You know what I mean?"

One million in the eyes of the poor and one million in the eyes of the rich are of course different.

This can also be understood as the difference between a chicken head and a phoenix tail.

Meren nodded silently.

The old president then said again: "The most important thing is that the mixed-race association, or the mixed-race class, is a huge asset."

This made Merron stunned for a while, and looked at the old man in front of him with some surprise, never expecting him to say such a thing.

"You don't have to look at me like that, it's a fact."

The old president said calmly: "I have given myself a divination, and I have about 20 years left to live. I have no descendants, and all my relatives have died. I used to have a few apprentices, but now I basically have Death of death, betrayal of betrayal."

"Simply put, I don't have an heir based on blood or emotional relationship, and the association does not allow the selection of new presidents by blood inheritance."

"So, if you don't slack yourself, then in twenty years, you will be the new president of the Mixed-Blood Association."

Having said that, he tapped the coffee table in front of him with his pipe.

"What does this mean? From the current point of view, there is actually no benefit. On the contrary, there is a lot of responsibility, and it is inevitable to be scolded secretly after being busy."

"But I can tell you very bluntly that within 20 years, the world will be in chaos."

"As long as the world is in chaos, the mixed-race class that is being suppressed now will be a force that wizards, churches, and even empires are competing to win over. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"And our Mixed-Blood Wizards Rights Protection Association is absolutely representative of the mixed-race class."

"So if all goes well, 20 years from now, you can use the association to win a position that no top wizard family can underestimate you, and to have wealth and power that is no weaker than any top family."

After saying this, the old man thought about it and added:

"Of course, you won't believe me when I say this now, but it's actually a gamble."

"Whether to become a member of a pure-blood family, driven by others, or to wait for the opportunity to make yourself a big man that no one can ignore, depends on what you choose next."

"The resources in this world are limited. There are very few opportunities to own a top family's wealth and status, and they are all coveted by a small number of people."

"So I dare say that what you can meet and grasp is basically the same once."

"Twenty years, you are not yet forty years old, you can be one of the highest levels of control of this world, what does that mean, I don't think I need to say more."

Normally, this is fine. Mellon thought to himself.

but…

"Now that the interests are over, let's talk about ideals."

The old president didn't give Melen time to think about it, so he was about to say something.

Just at this moment, his face suddenly froze, then he put down the pipe in his hand, and stood up helplessly.

"It seems that ideals can only make way for reality."

He said to Mellen with a slightly cold humor:

"The lady of the Chelsea family is free to meet me now. I have to hurry over there so as not to miss the time and see no one today."

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