Flewy's home.

Mike looked at Arthur and Visermere, who were empty-handed in front of him, and was speechless.

"Do you two have no luggage?"

Hearing this, Visemille's old face turned red, and Arthur said, "Didn't you say there are everything there?"

That's right, but you two have come here from all the way from the United States, don't you bring any luggage?

While complaining wildly in his heart, Mike informed the other party's factory's Flu.com coordinate name.

Los Sands has no responsibility for Infinite Magic Company's Dorfen Magic Drink Factory.

Although the coordinate name is very difficult to pronounce, if you want to accurately apply to the designated location of Floor Network, you must recite the coordinate name. So Arthur and Visemille recited it repeatedly for a long time before barely remembering it.

It has been three days since Mike and Visermere finalized the signing of the contract. The reason why it took so long to let Arthur and the others go to the factory was entirely because the old man Visermere had too many requests.

Not only are independent and high-quality dormitories required, but a complete set of training equipment and training venues are also required.

In order to meet the old man's request, Mike had to invite the wizard construction team again. It took a day and a half to finally complete everything the old man asked for.

"I won't talk about this anymore, are you ready?"

"Okay...right?"

Facing Mike's inquiry, Visermere was a little uncertain, and it was really difficult for him, an old man whose memory had declined.

Mike ignored him and went directly into the fireplace and sprinkled the Floor powder in his hand to teleport.

Arthur and Visermere looked at each other and could only keep up.

After a unique dizziness of the Flyro Network teleportation, Arthur and Visermere finally felt down-to-earth again.

Now what appeared in front of them was a large conference room. The two of them patted the smoke and dust on their bodies, and then they walked towards Mike, who had been waiting outside.

"Are you ready?" Mike said with a smile, "See my factory!"

As he said that, Mike pushed open the door of the conference room and walked out. Arthur and Visermere slowly followed, and after seeing the scene outside, a trance immediately appeared on their faces.

I saw dozens of workers wearing uniform black uniforms sitting on a long assembly line, including men, women, old and young, but each of them worked very seriously and did not notice the arrival of Mike and others.

Suddenly, the magic clock hanging high above the factory wall made a crisp sound of music. When he heard this sound, all the workers on the assembly line stopped. Arthur looked up and saw that there were only a few simple text blocks on the magic clock, namely, going to work, rest and getting off work.

At this time, the only pointer on the magic clock was pointing at the dining location.

It turned out to be time for dinner.

Wisermil suddenly realized and continued to look at the workers.

What surprised him was that the scene of going to the restaurant in groups of three or three laughs did not appear. Order seemed to have been engraved into the bones of the workers. They lined up in an orderly manner, leaving the workshop in batches and heading to the canteen next door.

"How is it, isn't it?"

Mike said proudly.

Now, after a period of running-in, the Dorfen Magic Drink Factory has gradually improved. The employees who love to make trouble are constantly picked out and driven away, leaving only those who obey orders. The workers are also familiar with their daily work, which has led to a further increase in the factory output, reaching 5,000 bottles per week +.

But this output is still not enough compared to the huge market. In the face of helplessness (happiness), the Mike and Weasley brothers could only raise the price and double the wholesale price of Dolphin Magic Drink to screen out those underlying consumers.

Nowadays, there are no less than ten Dolphine magic drink sales sites in the two large wizard gathering places, and those dealers who were originally disdainful of Dolphine magic drinks are now begging Mike to purchase goods.

Of course, Mike agreed happily.

Of course, this price and welfare are naturally not as good as those first batch of dealers.

Although the price is a bit expensive, these dealers still agreed very readily, because they can pass on the extra cost to consumers. Now that the supply of Dolphin magic drinks is in short supply, they don’t need to worry about the problem of not being able to deliver the goods.

Just as major dealers were making a fortune, Tom, the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar, felt very uncomfortable.

Because his dealer application has not yet responded to it, what he didn't know was that Mike did this on purpose, and he did not forget everything he had experienced at the Burning Cauldron Bar when he first entered the Wizarding World.

He was going to go to the Burning Cauldron Bar tonight and have a good chat with the boss Tom.

Let’s talk about Arthur and Vishermire.

The two followed Mike straight through the workshop and arrived at the employee living area behind the factory.

Compared with the lively workshop and canteen in front, the living area is even more lively. Although the schedule set by Mike is three shifts, the high-intensity work of eight hours a day obviously cannot completely waste all the energy of young workers.

So they gathered together in groups of three to chat and play wizard chess.

Visemir even saw some men and women walking hand in hand, looking like they were in love.

What surprised Visemille and Arthur was that no matter what these workers were doing, when they saw Mike, they would immediately stop the movements in their hands, stand attentively and tap their hearts with their right hand.

Mike will smile lightly and nod at him.

It was not until Mike disappeared from the workers' vision that they would relax and continue what they were doing.

"You still do this here?"

The scene where the workers saluted to Mike reminded Visemir of something bad, which made him a little uneasy.

Mike also saw his inner thoughts and replied lightly in response to the inquiry: "Order is a shortcut to increasing productivity."

Wisermil looked at Mike deeply, stopped talking, and believed what he said.

Or rather, he was unwilling to believe his original conjecture.

A few minutes later, Mike led Arthur and Visermere to a small two-story building.

The small western-style building is located on the edge of the factory. Standing on the balcony on the second floor, you can see the endless forest. On the edge of the small western-style building is a large area of ​​newly developed sites.

This open-air field is somewhat similar to the playground in Muggle School. There are many white lines drawn on the ground with magic pigments to divide the training areas. There are also a large number of training equipment and alchemy dummies distributed on the field. Although it is not as good as Professor Flevy's training room, it can basically meet Arthur's training.

"How is it? Isn't it good?"

"Perhaps forcefully."

Visemille answered Mike in a calm manner, but the corner of his slightly raised mouth had already betrayed him.

And Arthur, he had already rushed into the small western-style building and looked at the furniture inside curiously.

"Then the safety of this factory will be left to you." Mike said with a smile. "Your work is very easy. Just maintain daily order. If you encounter any disputes between workers, stop them. Don't let them have physical conflicts. At least you can't take out your wand."

Wisermire listened carefully, and Mike continued to say: "Of course, your protection also includes factory equipment and various property. If theft occurs and the thief is not caught, you will be deducted from your salary."

"no problem!"

Wisermire agreed without hesitation. Compared with such a high salary, this workload is simply not worth mentioning.

"It's getting late, let's go for lunch."

"good."

When Visemir heard this, he began to walk back. He had already remembered the location of the cafeteria on the way here just now. However, Mike suddenly called him and said with some confusion:

"Where are you going? I have asked Shuke and Beta to prepare lunch in your dormitory, and it is your welcome ceremony."

Wisermil was stunned when he heard this and looked at Mike in surprise.

Mike smiled gently in the sun, his blonde hair shining with light, making his smile look particularly warm.

Visemille felt warm in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, and the uneasiness caused by the previous salutes of the workers also disappeared.

It's impossible, how could a boy with such a smile be the same as those two people?

At night, Mike bid farewell to Arthur and Visermere and went to the Burnt Cauldron Bar through the Floor Net Fireplace.

At this time, the broken cauldron bar was empty. The old drunkards had disappeared. This was deliberately driven away by Tom. Today, Tom was going to welcome an important guest here.

Tom was paced anxiously in the bar, and the dull footsteps were particularly noticeable in the quiet night.

Mike is already late.

Suddenly, an explosion came from the fireplace. Tom turned his head and looked at it. He saw a young man with short golden hair slowly walking out of the fireplace.

"Mr. Tangli! I admire you for a long time!"

Tom immediately changed into a smiley face and warmly greeted him and hugged Mike.

However, facing Tom's hug, Mike hid sideways and hid, which made the smile on Tom's face suddenly froze on his face.

"Boss Tom, long time no see."

A slightly tender voice came from Mike's mouth, which made Tom react. The slightly unhappy face disappeared quickly. He diligently opened a chair and said to Mike: "Sit down, sit down, what do you want to drink? I'll treat you tonight!"

Ignoring Tom's attentiveness, Mike looked at the clean tables and chairs, nodded in satisfaction and sat down. Then he took out two bottles of iced Dolphin Magic Drinks from the Shieldless Expansion Spell Bag and handed one of them to Tom.

When he saw the Dolphin Magic Drink, Tom's eyes were glowing. The reason why he was so humble was for this cute little thing. In his eyes, the baby with water beads hanging on the wall of the bottle was not a drink at all, but a golden Jin Jialong.

"Ha!" Tom opened the cap and fed half of the bottle before breathing out, and said, "What a good thing! I feel like I'm back when I was young!"

Mike was indifferent to Tom's compliment and was only fiddling with the drink bottle in his hand, as if this bottle of Dolphin's magic drink was different from other drinks.

The smile on Tom's face gradually became stiff. According to international practice, before discussing business, the two of them should have had a business blow to each other. However, now that he has thrown out his words, Mac doesn't care.

It felt uncomfortable to flatter the horse's legs. Mike's actions made Tom very dissatisfied. He even wondered if Mike came here specifically to humiliate himself.

He didn't know Mike's identity at first, but after investigation, he had already remembered that Mike was the child who had a conflict with Old Pitt two years ago.

Old Pete disappeared after a conflict with Mike, and the body was not found in the lake a week later.

The preliminary conclusion given by the Ministry of Magic was that he fell into the water after being drunk. Old Pete's family had no doubts at all. After disposing of his body, he happily divided his few property.

Seeing that no one cared about this matter, the Ministry of Magic gave up and continued to investigate.

This is what is called "the people do not procure officials" and do not investigate.

To be honest, Tom can understand Old Pitt's family. Although Old Pitt comes from a blog family, all his immediate family members are dead, and eating a desperate family has always been a fine tradition in the British wizarding world. And because of a bad temper, there are no good friends, so it is normal that no one cares about his life or death.

Even at the beginning, Tom believed the Ministry of Magic. After all, Old Pete was an alcoholic, and it was reasonable to fall into the lake when he got drunk.

But after learning about Mike's existence, Tom began to doubt the cause of Old Pitt's death. The reason was impossible. Mike's deeds in the past two years proved that he was a cruel and ruthless person.

It is very likely that Old Pete was killed by him!

Tom wasn't very willing to believe this conclusion, because if that was the case, Mike started killing people since he was at least twelve years old.

This is really a bit thrilling.

It’s not that he didn’t think about reporting Mike, but he had no evidence. Mike has met many big names in the past two years, if he doesn’t die if he fights a snake...

Tom suppressed his terrible thoughts, squeezed out a smile and continued, "Mr. Tony, look at our Dolphin distribution contract..."

Tom suddenly stopped halfway through his speech and looked at Mike with anticipation. This made Mike feel very bored.

Originally, he planned to come here to play with a slut, but the bar owner Tom didn't even get into a trap. He looked like he could beat and scold him, so that Mike would not have the pleasure of revenge and slap in the face.

Looking back now, Tom didn't seem to have much malice to him at the beginning. In a sense, it was to drive himself out of the bar to prevent himself from being hurt more.

Thinking of this, Mike sighed, and when he was about to let go, he saw a figure suddenly appear at the stairs on the second floor.

"Uh, Boss Tom. Do you have hot dog sausage or something?"
Chapter completed!