Cheryl didn't know how to cook, and Charlotte was even busier with her help.

After Hall finished handwriting a reply of more than 1,000 words, he went downstairs into the kitchen to show his cooking skills, and the three of them finally had dinner.

"Hugo is more and more versatile, and the steak is just right." Cheryl sliced the steak gracefully, like a food connoisseur, and couldn't tell that she had just been splashed with hot oil and grinned.

It was rare that Hall didn't complain about her, and talked directly about business: "How much do you think the [Magic School Uniform] sells for?"

"It's a rigorous issue, the sample, the final version, the production, the sale, and the final consumer buys it. There's a lot of going on, and we're in the first step." Cheryl replied.

Hale put down his knife and fork and stared at her, "So you have any ideas? You were the one who suggested this costume, and you have a share of it."

"It depends on what you want to do...... If you just want to make a profit, I'd like to work with you." Cheryl took a sip of lemonade, "I'm in charge of all commercial operations, and you split the money and collect the money, which is equivalent to you entrusting me with the copyright of this garment."

If you want to start a clothing brand, I'm tired these days, you have to think about how to make up for me."

Hall breathed a sigh of relief, saying that it was always difficult to talk about business with people close to him: "I choose the former option. However, I invested in a clothing brand that was currently lacking in hot items. I think you can talk to them and see if we can do some kind of cooperation in terms of sales channels, clothing production, and so on."

"Of course, this is just advice. The final decision is yours. Whether it's you or them, I don't interfere in the specific operation." He stressed.

He doesn't care about "Harry Potter" itself, and he doesn't care about a set of derivative peripheral clothing, but the other party mentions it and does it easily.

Cheryl's expression was serious and she bowed slightly: "I know that since this is a partnership, I must first ensure our interests. And then think about you and a third party."

"Very good, nice to work with." Hall shrugged.

The godmother lady who is working is not cute at all, and she still looks like her eyebrows are dancing and dancing actively.

But that night, when she invited Charlotte to sleep with her, Hall was kicked out of the master bedroom, and thought she was still serious.

"Good thing there's a hidden event tonight." With a sly thought, Hall went into a second bedroom and called Sabella Yin.

"Yes, I'm Hugo...... Mmmm, I've already written a reply, and I'll have Brandon send it to you tomorrow...... The wizarding world is certainly colourful, but the main purpose of our phone call tonight is to discuss how to relieve your stress."

He smiled and laid out the mat for a long time, sat cross-legged on the carpet, and spread out a book in front of him: "I recently read "The Eucalyptus of the Werewolf of Floyd", do you know this book?"

"Nope."

The sound quality of the mobile phone was so poor that Hall couldn't hear her tone, so she faked her and said, "This book tells the story of a family environment that has been repressed since childhood, which leads to the protagonist's self-deprecation and projection effect......

"I'm sorry Hugo, I don't know these terms, can you put it simply?"

"Ahem, well, to put it simply: the hero likes to be submissive and suffer oppression. In order to gain recognition, he indirectly gains a distorted mental stimulation to vent his stress. It's a symptom of a disease in mental medicine, and I feel like the description in the book is a little bit like yours."

「…… Hey, Sabella Yoon, are you still listening?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time before a faint voice rang: "Well, I'm here, I'm listening, you go on."

"I don't know the right way to help you relieve stress, but I think you should find the answer in this book, Freud was a great psychologist." Professor Hall is in a state of holding an academic seminar.

Yin Sabella was silent for a few more seconds: "Thank you, I'll watch it when I have time."

"No, just tomorrow, I'll call you again tomorrow night. Miss Sabella, I'm helping you, it's rude for you to be perfunctory......" as Hall tries to "save" a blonde girl.

Leeds, at a banquet.

"Yes, that's right, I call it salvation, we all know Leeds' predicament, and if we continue like this, our shares will not be worth a penny. Isn't the Hall family's willingness to lend a helping hand to save it?" Renard held his wine glass and smiled and preached his point.

Brandon stood beside him and smiled silently.

In front of the two of them, an old man with gray hair neatly behind his head frowned: "No matter how many beautiful things you say, you can't change that this is a commercial acquisition. Business is business, let's talk about the price."

"Baron Alcott, Mr. Hugo Hall has great respect for your contribution to Leeds United. The offer to you has been reflected." Renard replied.

"Respect? Is it a respect that is far below the market price? We have a 31.5% stake and are worth at least £5 million."

Alcot looked at Brandon, "This means actual control, you can buy our shares in a one-time package, and then you can find a way to kick the creditors out."

The cost of acquisition is definitely less than that of a regular acquisition. Young man, I tell you, you can't be too rigid in business, you have to learn to be flexible. Believe me, I've been working hard in the mall for decades."

Brandon listened to his heart and pondered, "What you said is very reasonable, so how about we leave the others behind and talk about your personal 14% stake?"

Leeds United's chaotic shareholding structure has both advantages and disadvantages for acquisitions, and scattering to find small shareholders one by one to buy shares will inevitably raise prices in the process; Conversely, as long as you have 30%+ of equity, you can take control, and then make the means kick others out at the bottom cost.

The Belt and Road Party, Renard and his partners, hold 18% of the shares, and then get 14% in the hands of Alcott, which is basically stable.

"It's not a good suggestion, my old friends and I have poured too much affection into Leeds United. You know, my shares were inherited from my fathers, and most of them did, and our fathers stayed the same." Alcot sighed.

Brandon raised his glass and gestured, "Admirable friendship, but as you said, business is business, and we have to learn to be flexible."

"No, it's different, it's a betrayal." Alcott raised his chin slightly, "I will never betray my friends, Leeds United shareholders are a united whole. Young man, you don't see everything, don't think you can do everything with money, that will make you misjudge."

Renard's smile froze, and he drank to hide his embarrassment.

"Maybe, but I suggest you think about it. Mr Hall wants to get Leeds back on before the end of the season. The acquisition process won't last long." Brandon smiled at him comfortingly, and was sarcastically said that the money was in his pocket.

Acquired 18% of the shares of the Belt and Road Party, but he really gave a high premium, otherwise how could he help charge today.

Baron Alcott finally said, "Have fun," and turned to leave, walking down the stairs to a study upstairs in the banquet hall.

When the door was opened, the study smelled of smoke, and men in old-fashioned formal attire drank wine and told vulgar jokes.

Seeing Alcot come in, the atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and an old man about his age asked, "How's it going, is that Hale kid easy to talk to?"