Hill was stunned for a moment, watching McGonagall's gaze gradually become a little different, curious, surprised, and a little sympathetic.

Oh, yes.

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

No one knows how much money Buffett's bank has, it's a figure big enough to make dragons and kings blush.

She knows.

It was a string of meaningless numbers, at least for her.

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

McGonagall looked at Ciel, suddenly lost in thought.

Well.

It seems that he has met an opponent.

The way rich people pretend to be so similar.

But you still can't refute it, after all...... That's what he thought back then.

"yes, it makes no difference." So he nodded approvingly.

"Actually, our family is an ordinary family, nothing special, at most the house is bigger." Hill said with a little helplessness: "However, every time I brought my friends home when I was a child, I would always lose a few friends and get lost in someone else's house, is it a big deal?" ”

"That's not ......" McGonagall shook her head, if it were him, the young mind would not be able to accept such an invisible way of showing off his wealth.

"Mr. McGonagall, you are very special." Hill smiled, lightly touched a small raised bead in his hand, and the secretary quickly walked in from outside the carriage, took out a bottle of red wine and two tall crystal glasses from the closet of the carriage, uncorked the wine, and a strong smell of red wine spread in the carriage, poured the red wine out and woke up in the decanter for a while, and then poured into the goblets respectively, and gently placed them on the small table leaning out between McGonagall and Hill, and then bent down and exited the carriage.

"So, I still want to have a drink with you." Hill picked up his glass, which shook slightly between his fingers, and looked at McGonagall with a smile.

McGonagall glanced at the wine glass in front of her, and at Hill, who was looking at him, hesitated, but reached out and picked it up.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey." McGonagall raised her glass and gently touched Hill's glass, and then took a sip of wine, this is the best V wine of Warren Buffett's wine, rich in aroma and mellow taste, a little different from the special cuvée of the system, but it is a top wine.

Along the way, Hill talked a little more than usual, and although she was still restrained and didn't talk too much about life, McGonagall clearly felt that her defense of him had dropped a lot.

"Pretending to be forced is probably a good way to get closer to the favorability, right?" McGonagall got out of the carriage and muttered as she watched the luxurious carriage fade away.

As soon as McGonagall turned, she confronted Irina, who was leaning against the door at some point, looking at him with a scrutinizing face.

"Where?" As soon as he wanted to speak, Irina had already walked over with long legs, and then sniffed at him: "There is a smell of alcohol on the body, and someone asks for wine 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 her eyes, made McGonagall's nerves quickly tense, and she confessed very frankly: "Hill Buffett, the current owner of Buffett's money bank, went to talk to her about a business of hundreds of millions at noon, and it is normal to talk about business, and it is normal to drink some wine." ”

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

McGonagall felt a chill on her back, and hurriedly said, "It's not what you think, go, go in, I'll talk to you slowly." ”

"You'd better tell me about the posture in which these hundreds of millions of dollars of business are discussed." The corners of Irina's mouth curled slightly in a dangerous arc, and she turned and walked towards the restaurant.

"I'm ...... Just sitting. McGonagall looked innocent, what other posture could he talk to.

Entering the dining room, McGonagall locked the door to make sure there was no third person in the dining room, and walked over to Irina and sat down.

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

"Well, we had a pretty good conversation, and the results ......" McGonagall nodded, pausing, and suddenly it felt like it sounded a little crooked.

"Huh."

"Oops! Don't get me wrong, wife, we're talking about business seriously. McGonagall looked at Irina, who slowly took out the folding chair, stood up suddenly, and quickly explained:

"Do you remember those steam engines that the factory sent over a few days ago? Miss Hill is my collaborator on the steam engine project, in addition to this, I also worked with her and the city of chaos to develop a railway project, using a steam locomotive driven by a steam engine, which will run on the railroad to the goblin Vic Ridge, a few years ago I went to the locomotive base for a trial run, and it has basically reached the standard of operation, so I drank a little wine on the way back. ”

"Steam locomotives?" Irina slowly lowered her folding chair and looked at McGonagall with some confusion.

"It's a giant wagon that never gets tired, and can drag hundreds of people quickly on paved rails, and it doesn't need to rest or feed grass along the way."

"And what does it eat?"

"Just eat some coal."

"That's a bit excessive, isn't it?"

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

"That's pretty much it."

McGonagall looked at Irina, who had put away the folding chair, breathed a sigh of relief, put her ass back on the chair, and nodded with a smile: "Because the base is outside the city, Miss Hill sent me back by the way, and nothing happened." ”

"I'll just think that's what it is." Irina glanced at McGonagall and said in a flat tone.

"That's what it looks like, okay?" McGonagall was slanderous, but in line with the principle that more sentences are better than one sentence less, she smiled and said, "You must have worked very hard to train the Night Elves today, do you want to eat something and drink something?" I'll do it for you. ”

"I'm going to have durian pizza and, a pot of green tea." Irina thought for a moment.

"Okay, I'll do it for you." McGonagall got up and walked towards the kitchen, first made 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, and through the heat, she looked at McGonagall in the kitchen with her back to her, and a smile appeared on her lips.

The appearance of holding a sword is so handsome, and the appearance of wearing an apron and picking up a kitchen knife is even more fascinating.

Worthy of my man.