Hogwarts Archmage

No matter which country you are in, there is a business called media control.

The moment the boss of New Entertainment decided to release all the exciting scenes, he was already prepared to be fined a large amount. He had other industries and was not short of money, but being a successful TV station was his. target, so it would be great if you could pull off a gimmick.

No one bothered him.

After the edited video was released at home, he stayed by the phone until nine in the morning. The first call he received was from a reporter he knew well.

After thinking about it for a long time, and finally considering the way those invitations were delivered, he began to wonder, is there really magic in this world?

Otherwise, how could there be no movement about this kind of thing, and now he just needs to turn on the TV and change the channel, and there will be some weird people making various good or bad comments about this game.

And after many inquiries from Mercer, the organizer, who has never been seen before, also agreed to their idea of ​​releasing the lounge and some behind-the-scenes footage. However, the main content of the film must be maintained at one hour and 58 minutes, which is almost or Nothing more will do.

The boss watched the replay alone again. For some reason, he always wanted to watch it over and over again, even though he already knew which person in it was going to do which stupid thing in the next second.

There were several knocks on the door.

He rubbed his eyes: "Please come in."

Mercer pushed the door open and came in, stunned for a moment. He always felt that something was wrong with his boss.

"Mr. Vincent, how long have you been awake for?"

He asked a little doubtfully. His boss looked haggard at this time. He said he hadn't slept, but in fact it was more like he had suddenly aged a little.

"Ah...it's okay. Have you seen the edited content of the film?"

"These are the responsibility of other departments. I have been running around and paying attention to various data, but what they said is quite intense."

Vincent nodded: "I've worked hard for you these past few days. I plan to get some video tapes. When it's all over, I'll give you a collector's edition so you can take a good look at it."

Mercer nodded, took out a form and handed it to his boss: "You asked me to be temporarily in charge of the transportation management department. Here are the advertisers who called this morning and their quotations. Take a look..."

"No, just come as you see fit. You know, I'm not short of money. Also, you can be officially in charge of this department from now on. What is the name of the former director? Forget it, let him go to the logistics department. .”

"Does our company have a logistics department?" Mercer asked doubtfully.

"If you ask someone to build a small shed on the rooftop to protect you from the wind and rain, then you'll have it."

"..."

Mercer looked at the impatient Vincent and said to himself that that person was really unlucky for eight lifetimes, but it had nothing to do with him. As long as he could stabilize the organizer over there, he would still be broadcasting on his own TV station in the future. , then his position is stable.

After briefly talking to Vincent about what advertisements he planned to place in the next morning, Mercer said goodbye and left.

It was noon when I walked out of the company door, and the sun was just right.

He went to the restaurant opposite for lunch. Many people in the restaurant had tired faces but were uncharacteristically energetic and discussed which person was a scumbag and who was likely to win the final victory.

Although the broadcast was broadcast in the early morning, these guys didn't know how to rest before coming out.

Mercer shook his head and ordered a steak and some dessert.

Most Americans or people in most European and American countries don't actually eat lunch well, but Mercer is different. After a certain period of weight loss experience, he still doesn't eat what is usually a main meal. Instead of eating dinner, they will have a big meal at noon.

"Would you like some squid? It's new today and everyone likes it very much." asked the waiter standing nearby.

He is a frequent visitor to this restaurant and everyone is familiar with him. Sometimes the waiters in the restaurant will give him some recommendations other than those recommended by today's chef. Usually, he will not regret it.

"Really..." Mercer looked around and found that there were more or less traces of squid on everyone's plates. He nodded and said, "It looks good, so give me one too."

The waiter smiled and nodded, turned back to the counter, wrote another line of letters, and handed it to the chef.

"In my eyes, Max is the prettiest and sexiest!" A Latino-looking guy sitting diagonally across from Mercer suddenly raised his voice a little louder, noticing that he might have influenced others. Finally, not only was he not embarrassed, but he looked at him as if he was provocative.

It wasn't until a guy with shiny skin and sitting wider than the table glanced at him that he honestly lowered his voice and muttered:

"Max looks the best anyway."

Max?Mercer recalled that in the morning, the staff gave him some developed photos, and there was a girl in them that really caught his eye.

She is like a blooming poppy, deadly beautiful.

To be honest, apart from the same name, Max looks like two completely different people now.

She is like a sexy goddess who came out of the paintings of the most skilled painter.

But Mercer didn't like her very much because she was too beautiful. In comparison, he liked the little girl named Jasmine more.

Although he is bisexual, he is not a pervert. This kind of love is very pure and does not have any inappropriate thoughts. He just feels that this girl is like a little white flower.

Mercer didn't read the edited content and it had something to do with this girl. From the preface that Ma En sent him, he knew that this so-called "game" must be very thrilling and thrilling. He didn't want to see such a girl. What happened.

At this time, Ma En has not released the second part, so no one in the outside world knows that Jasmine has been traveling with Max.

Listening patiently to the low-pitched chatter of the people next to you, the waiter has already brought the first piece of food.

It's squid.

The food will be served quickly today, he thought.

But soon Mercer knew why it happened so quickly, because the squid was raw and not even processed, and there was a small plate of simple dipping sauce beside it.

Mercer stared at the squid with a displeased expression. The waiter had already left. He thought again and again. He had already spent money anyway, so he had to give it a try, right?

A stainless steel dinner fork held a tentacle, and the knife gently scratched it. After the tentacle broke, it involuntarily wrapped around the fork.

After lightly dipping a little bit of the dipping sauce, Mercer endured the discomfort and popped it into his mouth.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, Mercer stopped moving his mouth, looked straight at the fresh squid in front of him, walked outside the door in a few steps, and spat it out.