HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 64

"What are you dawdling in there?" Seeing Heimdall coming out, Bernick went up to meet him first, and then he saw the small and thin strange man. "Who is this guy?" Bernick asked.

With a smile on his face, Drew said, "I'm from Xingyun Broom Manufacturing Company." He opened the leather bag and distributed company profiles one by one.

Duncan held the introduction and frowned. "Broom salesman?"

"Salesman." Drew emphasized in a low voice.

"What do you want? Selling brooms to Heimdall?" Bernick said.

Heimdall decided to save this poor man who was questioned. "He invited me to shoot promotional posters for their company's new products." After speaking, he turned his head and smiled, "Mr. Drew, am I right?"

The poor little man nodded vigorously. "I have no malice, really, I just hope that Mr. Strulusson..."

"Mr. Drew, you should save what you said later when you see my father." Heimdall wiped his face wearily, his eyelids began to twitch.He should drink some refreshing potion before going out in the morning, but Heimdall didn't do that. He always believed that "the medicine is three-point poison", and he stubbornly defined the potion within this range. "Dear Bernick, if you have anything to say, wait until you get back. I miss my bed very much now."

Several people started to walk back, and Drew followed them step by step with his bag in his arms.

"What did you do last night?" Duncan rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Is it lonely and hard to sleep? I have a lot of good things here, and they are all out of print. Let me tell you earlier , let me introduce you a few books..."

"Mr. Orville, an 11-year-old boy doesn't need to stimulate hormones to fall asleep, only a weak and restless old man does that." Heimdall quickly interrupted his self-righteousness, curled his lips disapprovingly, and the new listing became a success. It's out of print, so it's definitely not good.

this kid.Duncan grinned.

When they returned to the tent, Heimdall saw Carlo Jones comfortably sitting on a chair with goose down cushions, burying his head in eating delicious desserts. When he saw them coming in, he raised his hand happily He picked up the silverware from his middle and forked a piece of brioche into his mouth.

Heimdall got angry when he saw him, snorted twice, and said to Victor: "Can I trouble you to run and take this Mr. Drew to see my father, I guess they should be in their tent now At first, I thought I could see them here after the game." His father and uncle are really busy people, and they can't be idle during the holidays. "Ask Bernick for the exact address of the tent."

Bernick immediately jumped out and said, "If you just talk to me, it's over." It had to be through Victor.

Heimdall was ashamed to tell him, because only his cousin was the most reliable among them. "Excuse me." He smiled at Victor.

Victor nodded. "Sleep well," he said.

Heimdall thinks his choice is really right, this guy is really reliable.

***

When Rommel returned to the tent in the special living area of ​​the Sugar Mouse Competition from the outside, his expression was not very good.Snow thought it was caused by a bad mood, but it turned out to be caused by low-quality alcohol.Rommel just finished an impromptu meeting. Although he didn't want to give up the Rigg game, he had to go. In life, men sometimes have to face various choices, even if you are not satisfied with any of them , but you still have to force yourself to make a choice.

When Rommel's house elf told him that Victor Krum wanted to see him, he was actually not very happy to see him. He felt that his patience for the day was exhausted, even if Merlin wanted to see him.As a result, the elf told him that it was Heimdall who asked the leader of Victor to talk to him, which aroused his curiosity.

Snow was worried about this and decided to accompany him all the way. Of course, he was worried about the guests.

When Drew saw Rommel, the latter was sitting in a chair and Snow was standing at a desk.

Drew wanted to wipe his sweat subconsciously, but found that he had already put the handkerchief in his pocket. Victor greeted the two Mr. Sturluson, but Drew spent his time looking for the handkerchief, waiting for him After waking up, Rommel's eyes showed impatience.

"I heard that you want to talk to me," Rommel nodded briefly at him, mockingly, "but I still don't know your name."

"I'm Drew, a salesman from the Cloud Broom Manufacturing Company." Drew immediately bowed frequently. "It's an honor, Chairman Sturluson."

"Okay, enough politeness," Rommel said. "You can start ripping off."

Drew's pale face paled even more, and he wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "I think you may have misunderstood." He said cautiously. "I just want to ask your son-in-law to shoot a group of promotional posters for our company's new products, not, not to blackmail you."

Rommel pursed his lips, looking unfriendly.The sweat on the salesman's forehead became more severe.

"Rommel, don't apply to your life what you usually use to deal with your political opponents," Snow reminded. "Besides, the conversation now concerns Rigg, your son."

"Okay." Rommel rubbed the bridge of his nose and compromised. "Mr. Drew, please tell me your thoughts, about your company's products and advertising content." When Drew heaved a sigh of relief and secretly thanked God for opening his eyes, Rommel turned his head to look at his own younger brother. "I'm definitely a good dad, and you shouldn't have the slightest doubt about that," he said emphatically.

***

Heimdall sat up from the bed in a depressed mood, because the unscrupulous brothers were arguing in his room whether to wake him up or not.

"Look, he woke up by himself." Duncan bluffed immediately. "I told him that he would definitely wake up without calling."

Edmund, Bernick, and Jones all looked towards the bed.

Considering that it is against the law to cause death or disability, Heimdall tried his best not to touch the wand.

"That Drew has already negotiated with Rommel." Bernick may have noticed that the boy's face was uneasy, as if he was restraining something, and hurriedly confessed. "They're waiting for you downstairs."

After Heimdall went downstairs, he met his father and said: "If, I mean, if, one day in the future, I have the honor to become the president of the International Federation of Magicians, I will definitely propose to all the member states to introduce the "disturbing dreamer" Kill without pardon' into the law."

When everyone shook their heads and laughed at this, only Rommel said solemnly: "If you really have this goal, the Sturluson family will fully support your candidacy for the position of chairman."

Come on, who will do that kind of thankless work.Look at Rommel, a branch chairman is so busy, is the position of chairman still done by humans?Heimdall felt sorry for him, and he seemed to be evasive. (In fact, Dumbledore did a good job, and it seems to be quite easy)

"What about advertising?" Heimdall asked.

"Let's shoot," Rommel said. "Xingyun's product concept is very good, and it fits your current identity. If the shooting effect is good this time, I will let residents of the whole Scandinavian peninsula see this ad."

Drew laughed silently.Heimdall sympathized with him very much. His father only cared about whether the poster was beautiful, and he didn't care about his broom at all.

Xingyun Broom Manufacturing Company is indeed a small-scale company as the salesman introduced. It is a young company that has just been established for 3 years.This company is not as ambitious and far-sighted as many broom manufacturing companies at the beginning of its establishment. They clearly position themselves in the middle and low-end consumer groups.The main product is also mostly civilian-the household broom with a storage hook, which is very popular among housewives.

To put it bluntly, Xingyun Flying Broomstick is a cheap brand. It is very famous in families with low consumption levels. Children with a lot of pocket money like Heimdall naturally don’t know about it, and have never even heard of it before. .

"We've been working on a low-cost household broomstick," Drew emphasized. "Our company's design concept has not changed. This new product is a new attempt, but it is not for the purpose of occupying a place in the competitive broomstick market, but for the majority of underage children. The new product is a kind of competitive broomstick suitable for children. Broomstick."

The idea is new.Heimdall nodded in approval.Children who go to magic schools must bring a competitive broom. Competitive broomsticks have always been exclusive to adults. No matter the length, thickness or feel, they are all made according to the standards of adults. The brooms used by children in class are all With this size, there are no other options.Parents who buy racing brooms for their children in the store can also only judge from their own experience.It would be nice to have a racing broom just for kids.

"I think your company's products will be popular." Heimdall said sincerely.

Drew smiled, not forcing himself to laugh because of his business, but a bright smile from the bottom of his heart, with a hint of rosiness appearing on his ashen face.

"I have already communicated with our company's advertising planners, and you need to take a set of 5 posters." Drew said.

"You?" Heimdall asked puzzled.

Drew stroked his weedy hair. "I didn't notice before that this gentleman is Victor Krum." He made an embarrassed and apologetic expression. "So I want to invite the two of you to shoot together."

"Okay, I'm fine." Heimdall thought, I'm not a celebrity anyway, and I must have earned my own money by being on camera with Victor.

Drew quickly took out a few hand-drawn imaginary sketches and danced to tell them the content of the advertisement.In fact, there is no creativity at all. There is no need for fancy effects or cumbersome and complicated plots. Instead, we strive to make children who have seen the poster understand what it says.

The first poster is simple: Heimdall is walking on the road, suddenly attracted by something in a store, he quickly puts his head in front of the glass window.A line of words will appear on the poster: No surprises, surprises are happening every day.

The second poster was simpler: Heimdall just had to pose, because the second poster featured a sketch of a broomstick.

In the third picture, it was Victor's turn to play. After trying to ride a broom, he decided to buy it, and then Heimdall watched enviously as he picked up the broom and left.At this time, a line of words will appear on the poster: There is no doubt that this is Victor Krum's choice.

In the fourth picture, Victor came back, stood in front of the envious Heimdall, and shook the broom in his hand.Heimdall looked at him questioningly.

In the fifth poster, they are flying in the sky on broomsticks, of course, each of them has one.Big-character poster title: Xingyun Competitive Broom will be your faithful partner.

"I don't have the habit of abusing my son." Rommel suddenly said in a displeased way. "After this poster is put up, wizards all over the world will question me for not giving the child pocket money. No matter how I think about it, Rigg can't even afford a broom, and it's such a cheap thing, and he has to rely on other people alms."

Drew's cheek twitched.

"The poster is for children from low-income families, so no wizards from all over the world will question you." Snow said angrily. "It's too late for ordinary children to be envious."

"Because of what? Victor Krum?" Rommel said in a tense voice.

Victor was smart enough not to hear the dissatisfaction in his tone.

Heimdall quietly walked to an angle that Rommel could not see, and silently opened his mouth and said to Snow: "What happened to him today?"

Snow nodded his head, and answered silently: Alcoholism.

"It's fine if you don't think about it in another way." Bernick shrugged indifferently. "Victor's purchase of things for Rigg is not considered 'other people's charity', have you forgotten, our two families are relatives by marriage."

All eyes were on him, Bernick surprised at the sudden attention he had received. "Why, did I say something wrong?"

Heimdall looked at Victor. "Shall I call you uncle?"

"I want it," Duncan suddenly squeezed in front of him, and said with a look of enjoyment, "Come on, I'm listening."

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

"Of course." Duncan grinned and added, "The possibility cannot be ruled out in the future." Mr. Orville really wanted to upgrade the CPU.