NABC Chapter 707 Men's Self-Esteem
Chapter 707 Men's Self-Esteem
one,
The sunlight quietly elongated the figure on the ground, approaching the pair of legs and feet sitting upright under the desk a little bit—under the trousers that were carefully ironed, the elegant dark leather shoes had a waxy halo like dusk.
Victor put down the description of the materials and rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily.
He took out his pocket watch and was startled that time flew by.He will referee tomorrow, so he can leave early.Packed up in a hurry, ready to go to get off work.
He has been a little restless this afternoon.
Back at the referee center, on his way out of Mrs. Brent's office, and on his way to the locker room, a kind colleague reminded him that a bat with a small purple and gold tag had been waiting for him all afternoon.The purple and gold bat is one of the symbols of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Gringotts couriers all over the world have the same appearance, regardless of size or appearance, they are as uniform as those coming off the assembly line.
Victor had to return to the office.
It was Gringotts, Bulgaria, which delivered him the letter, as might be expected.From the end of last year to the beginning of this year, since Gringotts in Europe were attacked one after another, the goblins always reminded them of their existence every now and then.Although those unexpected attacks did not cause customers to suffer losses, the goblins at Sophia Gringotts were very afraid of reputation degradation, which would affect their performance-even if they were in the same category, competition was inevitable.
In the letter, the goblins sincerely asked him to visit the bank's brand-new layout, and it is not difficult to see the urgency for quick success in their words.Unexplained attacks continue to torment the goblins' nerves to this day, and they try to redeem their image through this tour.It is believed that Victor is not the only client who has received such letters.
The reason why the goblins are so warm and hospitable is mainly due to the total value of the assets deposited by the wizard.
When Victor’s grandfather was still alive, he explained that his private house money would be left to his grandchildren in the future. Since the two grandsons turned 11 years old, the two fathers discussed and divided the grandfather’s private house into two, each with Wick Do and Bernick's names were deposited in different wizarding banks.
Sophia Gringotts was the bank where Plov saved his son's money.
To sum up, the grandfather's private money is not a small sum.
The goblins are eager, but Victor thinks there are more important things waiting for him at this time.
He had just received the letter when there was a muffled bang from the window not far away, and the busy office was silent for a second.
The owl flapped its wings in embarrassment and backed away from the glass window.
A colleague amused to open the window, and the sympathetic owl flew dazedly towards Victor.Everyone's eyes were all cast, and the master took the lavender envelope without changing his expression.
The sender's name was unexpected, Philip Luksic, who had been the Klum family's personal lawyer during his grandfather's lifetime.
The content of the letter is neat and concise, asking to talk to him, and there are various contact methods attached to the letter.
After some ideological struggle, Victor decided to reply to Luksic first.The old lawyer's work attitude in recent years has never been so positive as shown in this letter.
two,
He left the building of the International Federation of Wizards, and when he passed the street ridiculed by wizards as a "communication dragon", he paused and bent in.
After a quick glance at a few billboards of charging standards hanging outside the door, he resolutely gave up using the fireplace and walked into a wizarding telephone box with the letter.Nowadays, the fireplace is still the most frequently used means of transportation and communication by wizards besides broomsticks and apparition magic, and the usage fee of public fireplaces is still high.In contrast, the telephone, a new and new product, is gradually opening up markets around the world with the low cost of calls as its selling point.
Master Krum must admit that he was deeply influenced by the judge of Sturluson, and he has become more careful about expenses.
He dialed the number according to the contact information attached to the letter, and the wizard operator with a sweet voice quickly connected the number for him, and he was picked up after four rings.
Victor planned to make some jokes about the use of the phone during the initial pleasantries.
Although Luksic is a bit rigid, he often refuses to be tactful and flexible—especially when he is at work, even when he treats the parents of the Krum family, he may not be very pleasant, but after all, he and Bernick grew up. , they occasionally ignore the pressure and make a few harmless jokes.Luksic was never as knowledgeable as they were.
When Victor and Heimdall got married, Luksic gave a very expensive gift... I forgot to mention that the old lawyer is an iron rooster who does not show himself.By the way, Rommel also gave a generous gift, and Heimdall still looks helpless when he talks about it today.Because Rommel gave it to his son by name, even though it was a headache, Heimdall did not show too much in front of Victor, afraid that her husband would think too much.In fact, the head of the room was worrying too much.
There was a soft shout on the other end of the phone, and Victor came back to his senses.
"Philip?"
The voice over there was far and muffled, as if sitting in water and talking to myself.Victor frowned in confusion.
If the master could see the scene on the other end of the phone, he would definitely laugh out loud. It is true that Luksic was talking to him on the phone, but the old lawyer was about ten meters away from the phone, and he held up his wand and used the magic of loudspeaker. The only thing is not to come into close contact with that terrible thing.If it wasn't for the immediate contact with Young Master Krum, the old lawyer would never have made such a move. He has always been deeply skeptical of new and new things.
Everything must go through a series of harsh but fruitful tests before it can confidently ask for the approval of others. It is by no means so shameless and grandiose.The old lawyer was particularly displeased with the fact that wizards now take a natural posture, which is too impetuous and presumptuous.
So now he seldom goes out in public—the phone is installed by the secretary and learned how to use it. Although the peers around him persuade him to put down his airs and give up his stubbornness, it will be the 21st century in a blink of an eye. Ninth-century spinsters were as preoccupied with uniform shirt collars as they were, but he refused to go along with it.
[Master Victor...] After several adjustments, Luksic's voice became clear, but it was still far away and muffled.
Victor quickly gave up the idea of pointing out this doubt on the phone, he realized that the other party would not be interested in discussing it with him.Luke Xiqi didn't use the phone unless he had to, and if he deepened his impression of the phone so much, it would only make him hate innocent phone calls even more.
"Hello, Philip, great to hear your voice is so lively." Victor tried not to make his greeting seem perfunctory.
[Thank you, Eldest Young Master, in fact, I feel very bad right now. 】It is the old lawyer's usual way of speaking plainly and without emotion, especially during what he considers to be working hours.
Victor touched his nose and decided to cut to the chase.
"I got your letter."
[That's what happened. 】
"So I was a little surprised."
[I'm as surprised as you are, young master. 】
"...For Grandpa's sake, can't you change your name?"
[Yes, sir. 】
"..." Victor sighed. "It's still the young master."
"I think so, too. The Grand Master always reminds me of your grandfather."
Victor once again had a bad start, but he has never "benefited" on this issue for so many years.
[The reason why I contacted you in such a hurry is because Mrs. Krum transferred all the deposits kept in Gringotts in Hungary for some reason. The money was five cents of the total current liquidity of the Krum family. one. ] Although Victor was a little surprised, he quickly calmed down.
I don't know why, but Luksic always treats Mrs. Krum with a feeling of respect and distance, and his attitude is not warm, but when it comes to matters that need to be communicated, he also looks businesslike and cold, making it difficult for people to get close, let alone courteous. .It is reasonable to say that after Victor's grandfather passed away, Mrs. Krum was the biggest boss of Luksic, but whether it was intentional or not, Victor always felt that he was guarding against something—such as this interview that was not very legitimate.
"Grandma is the head of the family and she has her way."
[I don't agree with your point of view,] Luksic said mercilessly. [The deposit disappeared after it was withdrawn. If your grandmother wants to do something, it should be based on what she did for the Krum family. Except for this premise, no matter how high-sounding the excuse is, it is an embezzlement with ill-intentioned motives. ] Luke Xiqi was decisive, there was no doubt about it, and Victor felt beads of sweat protruding from his forehead.
"Look, Philip," said Victor. "You should go to Uncle Vidin or Bernick for this matter. Bernick is the future head of the family. Don't you think it's unfair for you to let me judge your judgment?"
Since Victor publicly stated that he would devote himself to the Quidditch business and establish his own family, the news of the Krum family's change of heir spread like wildfire in the Balkan Peninsula, and it is nothing new now.Luksic is a person who follows the rules, and once a concept is formed, it is difficult to change it.
[I'm afraid not, my young master,] Luksic's rigid tone was calm. [As of now, I have not received any request to change the heir, and you are still the first legal heir of the family. 】Victor was stunned for five seconds, "Did grandma not change the will?"
[As far as I know, no. 】
Victor felt as if his heart was overwhelmed, and now it would be superfluous to ask Vidin and Bernick if they knew about it. He could only say, "Grandma is still in good health, and there is really no rush to change the will."
Luke Xiqi was noncommittal, [Then I'm talking about this question. 】
"When was the deposit withdrawn?"
[The goblins said that they took the last sum yesterday morning. 】
"Didn't it take it all at once?"
[The action of taking it away at once is too big. 】
Victor understood his hint, "So this is an ongoing process?"
[The first sum was taken at the end of last year, the amount was very small, and the goblins didn't care. ] Coupled with the successive attacks, the goblins were in a mess during that time, so Luksic did not receive similar notifications at that time.
Victor scratched his forehead, it's better not to question grandma rashly, and the old lady has been saying the same thing all these years.
"Thank you, Mr. Luksic, I have understood."
【Don't you do something? 】
"Do you want me to do something?"
Luksic said nothing.
"Let Gringotts, Hungary, keep an eye on the wizarding banks. Before the things in our house are put into the warehouse, they are numbered. The goblins on the Golden Galleon have marked them themselves. They should be easier to find than us."
It seemed that he had to find ample time to go back to visit his grandma, and before that, he had to communicate with his father.
Victor decided to wait and see what happened, ascertain the situation before making plans.
three,
When Duncan took out a dress with a cheeky smile—it was exactly the same as the flowing makeup on the poster behind him that was enlarged to the entire wall, Heimdall really wanted to give him a "Tarantella Dance" and let him Jumping until the sun goes down, I believe this will attract a lot of votes, at least the front page headlines of tomorrow's entertainment newspapers will not escape.
It turned out that he hadn't given up yet, and he was still collecting the same skirts all the time.
Heimdall shivered for a moment, and the way he looked at Duncan took a qualitative leap.
The elated Duncan pretended not to notice, and winked vigorously, "Honey, you've come here anyway, it would be a pity if you didn't wear it."
"No pity!" Heimdall looked him up and down. "Since you appreciate this dress so much, I think you can do it."
Duncan was silent for a moment, it would be a disaster if he went out to meet people by himself.He craves high-profile, celebrated comedy, not stage thriller.
"If I could wear the effect like yours, I would have done it myself." Duncan said with a smile.
Heimdall seemed to have underestimated Mr. Orville's brazenness.
Carlo and Draco decided not to help each other, and watched the fun with their children.
"This is Sturluson?" Maurice Beru stared at the eye-catching poster with a look of shock.
It's no secret that Beru's reaction is actually interesting.
"You haven't seen the ad?" Duncan asked.
Beru shook his head after seeing the subtitles under the poster clearly, "I'm not too keen on broomsticks."
For the job of Mr. Magic, Beru has been running Quidditch games for several years, but he knows nothing about the related flying broomsticks. He has never been interested in this thing since he was a child.During his tenure as Mr. Magic, he made almost no contribution to the development of the French-made flying broomsticks. For this reason, there were many complaints from the broomstick manufacturers.Perhaps the happiest thing about the general election is this large number of manufacturers and distributors.
It is worth noting that more than half of the sponsors in this selection are related to the broomstick industry chain.
Beru looked back at Heimdall seriously, and then turned back to look at the "woman" on the poster.
Heimdall was irritated by his apparently deliberate behavior.
"Is there a problem?" Heimdall asked loudly.
Beru seemed taken aback, and said to Duncan with lingering fear: "The difference is too big, it's impossible!"
This rough man is actually the fresh and charming goddess on the poster? !He made a look like he couldn't hold it.
Everyone except Heimdall laughed.
What do you say you, a child under three years old, are coaxing? !After discovering that Mionir also grinned, Judge Sturluson's glass heart shattered to the ground.
In the end Heimdall didn't wear the dress, and it turns out he was right.
Duncan's canvassing guest is the retired last French Miss Magic who was rated as the "sweetest smile" by male fans. This former Miss Magic is also one of the most beautiful Miss Magic.When she radiated on stage in the dress that Duncan asked Heimdall to wear, the howls of the male onlookers, overwhelmed by female fans as a disadvantaged group, were louder than "collapse quickly".
The former Miss Magic showed her signature smile amidst the enthusiastic shouts of fans, causing the audience to cry and howl again.
Looking at this face, breasts, small waist and butt, it is wishful thinking for myself for 100 years. Could it be that a real woman is not as good as two breast pads?Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, we persisted until the end and didn't listen to Duncan's flicker.
"Is this sister beautiful?" Heimdall asked his son.
Mionier nodded ignorantly, what can a little baby understand.
Beru whispered, "That woman is 37, she is too old to be your son's mother."
Heimdall turned pale with shock, she was obviously a girl...
Beru said earnestly, "Never be serious about a woman's age, especially in front of them, what you see is what you get."
Heimdall humbly expressed that he was educated.
four,
After watching a few canvassing campaigns, I found that everyone has a central idea.For example, some candidates focus on the environment, some emphasize communication, some focus on the stagnation of magic education, and so on.Every candidate raised his neck, dragged his throat, hoarse, and even boasted.Make it as exciting as a presidential campaign.
Duncan's subject is underage wizards.
The choice of this proposition has something to do with Duncan's family background. The Orville family has always been a therapist for a large family, saving lives and healing the wounded.Duncan is a bit of a "do not do business", and did not follow the old path of a doctor after graduation.Duncan's maternal grandfather's family was engaged in medical treatment for wizard children, and later established a service organization such as a wizard children rescue center together with the Orville family.Duncan is currently working for the non-profit charity.
The publicity channels needed for such a work background coincided with Mr. Magic's work, which was more symbolic than practical.
Instead of following the spittle of the previous candidates, Duncan decided to organize a play session for children under the age of five.With the help of their partner, a former Miss Magic, they set up a pool of boxes of various sizes on this side of the stage, and what was kept secret in the boxes.Then draw a line at the other end of the stage as the end point.
"As long as the contestants hold the box at one end and successfully run to the finish line at the other end, the race will be considered complete. Whoever has the fastest speed will be the champion. The top three will be rewarded."
As soon as Duncan's words came out, the enthusiasm of the audience in the audience was booming. After listening to the high-spirited talks all afternoon, the crowd couldn't wait to get down to earth.
The former Miss Magic took some time to select eight groups of contestants under the age of five in a grove-like gesture of hands—it was not easy to gather eight contestants under the age of five. Duncan specially took care of her to take care of a certain father and son. Mdar and Mionir were also called to the stage, although they did not raise their hands.
Why not take things for nothing if you have the opportunity, this is Papa's idea.
..., this is the baby's idea.
During the competition, parents are prohibited from whispering to their children. Parents can only stand behind the finish line and use hand gestures to seduce their children.
The children quickly stood in a row, and Mionier, who looked like a small turnip, looked awkward and weak among the tall and big four- and five-year-old children.
He was the only kid on the field who was under three years old.
"That's your younger brother?" The parents around me chattered.
"my son."
Taking it for granted, another burst of whispers arose.
Heimdall just focused on participation, let him play with other children, and didn't expect to win prizes.
Although he left Papa, Mionir didn't cry, and looked at the older children around him blankly, a little at a loss.A firework exploded over the field, and Duncan shouted "go".Seeing everyone running away with laughter, Mionier was taken aback for a moment, and ran after the last child belatedly.
The children rushed towards the mountain of gift boxes, and he rushed too.Everyone tried their best to lift the gift box, which was about the same size as them, but he also tried his best with a puffy face, but failed.The strength of a five-year-old child is not on the same scale as him.The children tremblingly ran towards the finish line holding the boxes.
He can't move, what should we do?
Mionir looked hurriedly at Heimdall, who smiled encouragingly at him.Mioneil knew subconsciously that he couldn’t run back empty-handed. When he found a small golden box the size of an adult’s palm in the mountain of gift boxes, he pushed hard into the pile of gift boxes—causing a landslide—grasped the small box tightly, and turned his legs. just run.
He passed one child after another with ease—the children’s return journey was not smooth, and if the heavy gift box fell from their hands and fell to the ground, they had to go back to the starting point and start again.
Mionier ran back to the finish line without any danger. His "throwing watermelon and picking up sesame seeds" made him the third child to finish the race.
The child's little face became red due to the exercise, and he held up the booty as if offering a treasure. Heimdall hugged him and kissed him again and again with a smile on his face, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.
At the end of the game, little Mionier honorably won No.3.Excitedly, he clutched the box tightly, covering his hands with sweat.
In addition to the locket, the No.3 winner also received a Quidditch maintenance tool, worth about 46 Galleons.This is already quite an expensive maintenance kit.Heimdall curled his mouth after discovering the "Comet" logo on the toolbox. There are quite a few such sets at home.As the spokesperson of Comet, Master always receives similar samples.
The gold box that Mionnier got back contained a fairly good-quality smoked quartz brooch. The outstanding thing was the craftsmanship. The brooch was made into the shape of velvet, which was very cute.Heimdall pinned it on Mionir's cloak, and the child looked down at it from time to time and giggled.
After the race, the children who did not run back to the finish line within the specified time did not return empty-handed, and each received a consolation prize.
All in all, everyone is happy.
When everyone left the stage, the audience gave a loud applause, and Duncan, who seemed to have a plan in his chest, secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Fives,
After completing the canvassing activities, Duncan returned to the lounge, and everyone followed him to express their opinions.
Pushing open the door of the lounge, Mionier suddenly screamed.
"Father!" Breaking free from Xiaobaba's arms, he jumped to the ground happily.
Victor, who was sitting leisurely on the sofa, immediately stood up and lifted the child high, and Mionier danced.
After lifting a few Feifei, Victor held him in his arms.
"Did you have fun today?"
"Happy!" Mionier hurriedly showed off the booty on his chest.
Victor made a surprised look, "How did you come here?"
"Run!" Mionnell said in a straight voice.
"Run?" Vic was puzzled.
Heimdall walked over and said in a relaxed tone, "Hi, are you off work?"
Victor pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth, then stared at his face for a moment.
"I don't know you anymore?" Heimdall said amusedly.
Victor looked like I was very distressed, "You obviously just stripped your clothes last night, why can't you strip enough?" The implication is that the master's color is yellow again.
"It might be good to let me pick yours once in a while." Heimdall patted his butt from an angle that everyone couldn't see.
"I'm looking forward to it." The master said seriously in the tone of exploring the mysteries of the universe.
Duncan, who was holding the cold butterbeer sponsored by the event, hiccupped indistinctly, and when he realized that the two of them were focusing on him, he laughed.
"Are you finished?"
He was very accustomed to the existence of other earthlings only after the flirting between the two ended.Carlo and Draco also looked accustomed to it, discussing a group of canvassing activities they just watched.Only Maurice Beru felt a little embarrassed, muttering with envy and hatred in his heart, and he was not afraid of teaching the child badly.
"How is it going well?" Victor asked.
"I think it's okay, and I hope the audience thinks so too." Duncan put down his glass and wondered, "How did you get in?"
Mister Magic's candidate rest area is said to be heavily guarded, and it is almost impossible to see anyone other than the staff, especially female wizards.Even his partner can't come in together, and enters through another channel when he goes on stage.The organizers did this only to prevent confusion. There have been irreparable and regrettable things in the history of Mr. Magic's selection.
"The first time I was actually stopped outside, I happened to meet the sponsor representative of Comet Corporation, and let me in after a little accommodation." Victor shrugged.
"Fortunately, you are the 'public face', otherwise the sponsors will not be able to accommodate you." Duncan joked.
Victor smiled.
"You are here too." Victor saw Carlo and Draco.
They waved to him without deliberately saying hello. Everyone was so familiar that the superficial effort was omitted.
Maurice Beru stepped forward and held out his hand, "Mr. Krum."
"Hello, Mr. Beru." Victor called out his name accurately.
The two shook hands with each other.
Beru smiled reservedly, "It's an honor."
"Me too." Victor nodded briefly.
Then, the silence.
Duncan drank his drink silently, he didn't know how to save the game, because he and Beru didn't have much in common.
The master actually "saved himself".
"How do you feel?" He looked at Heimdall.
"Very good. After watching this event, I found that there are all kinds of handsome men in France, and it makes people unable to choose." Heimdall was a little excited when he mentioned this, and today's sight-seeing made his eyes full.
"Is there anything you are particularly optimistic about?" Victor said meaningfully.
Mr. Orville, who feels good about himself, is eager to assert his worth.
"Yes, yes, yes," she raised her head with her chest out and her abdomen in. "it is me!"
Victor raised an eyebrow and asked Heimdall, "Duncan is your favorite?" Although Heimdall had been secretly voting for Duncan in private.
Mr. Orville went on talking to himself, "Of course. Because of my muscles and my heavy weapons."
Forget about muscles, what about heavy weapons?
Confusion flashed from Victor's eyes.
Heimdall really wants to give Duncan a "Tarantella dance" now.
But before he could say anything, the master, who had such a good memory that it was outrageous, figured it out by himself, and his gaze fell lightly on a certain room chief, who couldn't help but wiped the back of his neck.
"How do you know what level his 'heavy weapon' is?" asked the master kindly.
"Yes, how do you know?" Duncan hugged his chest in panic. "Could it be that you have a crush on me? Have unreasonable thoughts about me? Well... If you wear skirts and make up every day, I think I can try to bear it..." The last sentence profoundly revealed his inner nature of no morals and no lower limit.
"Don't worry, your virginity is safe." Heimdall said angrily. "Why do you know? Because I have seen it with my own eyes."
Duncan was shocked. Seeing that the master looked like he was about to kill someone, he quickly waved his hands.
"Just kidding! It must be a joke!"
"I'm not kidding." Heimdall didn't seem to see him winking at himself. "Why are you panicking?! Didn't I live with you before, and you like to sleep naked, isn't it normal to accidentally catch a glimpse?"
The master's face turned pale.
Duncan suddenly realized and patted his chest, feeling that he had saved his life.
As soon as he relaxed, he began to be shameless again. Duncan smiled ambiguously, "How about it, isn't it particularly majestic and majestic, which is amazing?"
The others couldn't help but watch them come and go.
Victor's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Heimdall looked him up and down again, shaking his head, "The frog in the well."
"What do you mean?" Duncan quit.
"Don't be arrogant in everything you do, just show people a joke."
Duncan's face sank, "Say it clearly."
"Tell you," Heimdall raised his chin, with an undeniable expert tone, condescending and loud. "Mr. Bernick Klum is the 'Greatest'!!!"
Duncan gaped.
Bernick?Bernick, Bernick... Bernick!
"how is this possible?!"
"The authorities are in the dark, but the bystanders are clear." Heimdall shook his head like a magic stick.
Duncan found that he really couldn't remember how great Bernick's words were... Mr. Orville was extremely distressed, and it hurt his self-esteem in front of everyone.
The others couldn't help laughing at the shocked look.
When they got home, the master couldn't resist asking Heimdall about this.Bernick is his cousin, the two grew up together, and he still knows the size of his cousin.
"Of course he was fooled!" Heimdall said frankly. "Actually, among the three of you, Bernick is the most conservative one. He sleeps at night and keeps all the buttons of his pajamas neatly buttoned. He habitually locks the door when taking a shower and going to the toilet. Most of the time changing clothes is done in the bathroom. Unlike Duncan is so careless, throwing socks and underwear everywhere. During the half school year when I shared a dormitory with you, I didn't even see his thighs." Don't say that.
The master laughed gleefully, "Duncan will lose sleep tonight."
Heimdall smirked, that's what he wanted.