Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Inside the Yndel Restaurant, after a period of conversation, the atmosphere between Charlie and Knuckle had shifted from the initial warmth to a subtle unease.

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Charlie's eyelids drooped as he silently watched the golden beer in his glass, still carrying a few bubbles, without saying anything. Knuckle, on the other hand, looked at the other party with a complex expression, his lips tightly pursed, not even daring to make too much noise with his breathing.

On the restaurant's stage, a tall woman with hair cascading down like a waterfall, draped over her chest, was playing a beautiful piece of music with her eyes closed and a bow in her hand.

But at this moment, Knuckle no longer had the inclination to listen. He focused all his attention on the man in front of him, who seemed like a god about to judge him. A simple answer, "yes or no," could determine whether the Sanchez family would continue to ascend to heaven or fall straight into hell...

Finally, as the music gradually faded, Charlie, who had been silent all along, finally stopped the swaying liquid, placed it back on the table, and at the same time, raised his head, his pair of bright blue eyes intersecting with Knuckle's gaze, as if piercing through his soul.

"When was our last contract signed, Sanchez?"

Hearing Charlie change his address from Knuckle to Sanchez, Knuckle's heart seemed to pause for a moment. ✿ . ｡ . : * ☆ : * * : .   . : * * : . ☆ * . : ｡ . ✿ Because he knew that this seemingly small change in address actually foreshadowed Charlie's attitude changing from relaxed to serious and businesslike.

At this moment, he was no longer facing an old friend he hadn't seen for years, but the boss of the Charlie's Chocolate Factory, the uncrowned king of the British and even the world's confectionery industry, Charlie Black.

"Uh... it was the year before last, Mr. Black." Although his mind was racing, Knuckle hurriedly responded to Charlie's inquiry at the first moment, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

"The year before last..." Charlie repeated Knuckle's words to himself, then subconsciously stroked the ring on his finger, seemingly lost in thought.

Knuckle didn't dare to urge him. Although the waiting time was agonizing and painful, as long as the other party didn't refuse immediately, it meant that there was still a chance, so he had to suppress the words he wanted to say and lowered his head, nervously clasping his hands together.

"Sanchez, you need to know..."

Fortunately, this time Knuckle didn't have to wait too long, but the other party's first sentence directly grabbed his heart tightly in his hand.

Charlie didn't seem to notice Knuckle's fluctuating psychological changes. He gently picked up his glass, took a sip, and then continued

"Charlie's Chocolate has fourteen agents worldwide. Apart from Lane, the general agent in charge of the Muggle world, there are thirteen others."

"America, Germany, Russia, Norway, Japan..."

Knuckle listened silently as Charlie listed several of his colleagues, not daring to interrupt.

"...and you, France."

Finally, after Charlie finished listing the twelve agents, he focused on him.

"Of all the twelve agents, I trust you the most. Even the contracts, other agents are for three years, but yours is for five years."

"Yes, Mr. Black, I have never forgotten your kindness to me."

Knuckle nodded heavily, his words filled with emotion, gratitude, apology, unforgettable memories, excitement, many emotions intertwined and converged, and finally, all turned into a thank you.

"Now, I still choose to believe you." Charlie raised his head, looked at the person in front of him, sighed, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You have won the most profitable market in the world for Charlie's Chocolate Factory, and you have worked so hard for so long. I think Charlie's should give you enough trust and respect."

This sentence seemed to hammer down the final verdict in Knuckle's heart. Charlie raised the glass with the little remaining wine high in Knuckle's direction.

"I will contact Russell and ask him to draft a new contract as soon as possible to give the agency position to Gobiqi Sanchez."

"Mr. Black..."

Knuckle raised his head in disbelief, opened his mouth wide, and his eyes seemed to be glistening with excitement. He stared at Charlie blankly, and after a long while, he finally remembered something, hurriedly raised the glass next to him, and said in an overwhelmed tone

"I really don't know what to say, thank you, Mr. Black, thank you."

"Ding" The glasses lightly clinked together once again, making a crisp sound. Charlie's expression returned to its original smile, as if nothing had just happened, all the ripples disappeared.

"For Charlie's Chocolate."

"For Charlie's Chocolate!"

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At the table, seeing the atmosphere return to calm and pleasant once again, Yndel, who had been carefully observing the situation in the back kitchen, finally felt relieved. After tidying up his appearance and grooming his hair neatly, he finally picked up the Mont Blanc chestnut cake on the side and strode towards the inconspicuous table in the corner of the restaurant with his chest held high.

However, everyone eating in the restaurant was, without exception, a famous upper-class figure in the French wizarding world. As for Yndel, the owner of this restaurant and the head of the Auror Office, even if they had never had direct contact, they had undoubtedly heard of him. Seeing him personally carrying a plate from the kitchen at this moment, everyone's faces couldn't help but show surprise.

At the same time, their eyes followed his movement and gathered on Knuckle and Charlie.

"Long time no see, Mr. Sanchez."

Ignoring other people's thoughts, Yndel smiled and came to the table with the cake, and took the lead in greeting Knuckle.

"Director Yndel!?" Knuckle looked at the person in front of him, his expression instantly surprised. After all, even as a successful businessman, Knuckle was not like Charlie, who could, in a sense, bargain with the British Minister of Magic. High-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic like Yndel, who came from noble families, were still in the ranks of big shots for him. Although they would usually nod and greet him politely when they met, in reality, the other party would not pay too much attention to him.

"Presumably... this is the founder of Charlie's Chocolate, Mr. Charlie Black, right?"

Sure enough, after greeting Sanchez, Yndel couldn't wait to reveal his true purpose, turned to look at Charlie sitting opposite him, and smiled at the same time.