Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"What is Starlink? And what did he just say? Did anyone understand?"

Carl performed with great devotion, but the audience's reaction seemed to be mediocre. After listening to his dazzling introduction, everyone present

After being in a daze for nearly 5 minutes, a reporter cautiously asked the person next to him.

The numerous reporters did not crowd towards Carl as they had done before, hoping to get exclusive reports and headlines.

These are journalists who have been working on the front lines of news, and many of them are even working on the front lines of scientific reporting.

At this moment, everyone was completely confused. They looked at each other, and no one came forward to ask.

After all, the world's attention is focused here now. If you ask good questions, there will naturally be no problem in getting promoted and getting a raise.

But what if the questions asked are very stupid, just like the crazy BBC reporter and the New York Times reporter who deliberately found fault.

Their careers are all over, and it is said that one of them has been sent to a mental hospital.

Another was sent to Madagascar to see if he could take pictures of penguins.

The whole audience was silent again for 5 minutes, until Mr. Mario Cuomo, who had been watching the show, appeared on the stage.

He walked from the stage to Carl's side, clenched his right hand into a fist, pretended that it was a microphone, handed it to the other party, and asked.

"Dear Mr. Hohenzollern, I think with our limited knowledge, we cannot understand all the strange terms you are saying."

"And all kinds of functions that seem to exist only in science fiction. We are just a group of ordinary people with little culture."

“So I hope you can explain in detail about the Starlink project you just mentioned, and your company’s future prospects behind this project.”

Faced with the New York Governor taking the initiative to break the awkwardness for him, Carl certainly showed enough goodwill, and he was also very clear about what the other party wanted.

So he tried hard to act like a professional scientist and technician, and he even escaped from his ring again.

Everyone present thought it was a magic trick, but in fact it was conjured up by magic, a pair of black-framed glasses suitable for top students.

After putting it on his nose, he spoke in a low voice.

"The Starlink Project is an important part of our company's Mount Olympus program, which is internally codenamed Zeus."

"The King of Gods is also the foundation of all new technologies. Its concept is very simple. It is an ordinary plan to build a global satellite Internet network."

“By deploying tens of thousands of small satellites in low Earth orbit, we can provide high-speed, low-latency broadband internet service to every corner of the planet.”

"What!!! He is going to launch so many satellites. Did I hear correctly? The number of satellites is more than my bank balance."

"How is this possible? NASA simply cannot afford such a huge launch mission, and the cost will be terrifyingly high. This is simply the second Apollo program."

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. This is too sci-fi, sir. There is no press conference more sci-fi than this. Do you know how much investment is required to launch a spacecraft?"

After Carl finished his speech, as expected, various questions followed one after another, and the reporters who were just very excited began to raise questions.

Even Mr. Mario Cuomo was stunned by Carl's words. He knew that the young man in front of him liked to make big news.

But I never expected that the news the other party wanted to make would be so big.

So he continued to play the role of a reporter and continued to ask questions based on the questions raised by the people around him.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, this is shocking. This is the most exaggerated company plan I have ever heard of in my life."

"I wonder what NASA will think after hearing about this plan. Can their space shuttle handle such a huge project?"

"Even if they are willing, your company may not be able to bear such a huge cost."

"That's natural." Carl said with a confident smile, "So we don't plan to use the space shuttle to accomplish this feat."

"At an appropriate time in the future, we will solemnly introduce our company's private aerospace project, code-named Apollo."

"The great sun god, his sun chariot gallops back and forth in the sky, and our future spacecraft will be just as great."

After that, Karl suddenly turned around and looked at the Tesla SU7 beside him and gave a loud order.

"Hello Tesla, turn on the projection mode of the headlights and project the preset simple image of the Dragon spacecraft onto the stage background."

"Okay, processing, ready to start casting, casting completed."

The headlights of the silver-gray sedan lit up again, but this time it was not the calm and monotonous color light as before.

Instead, it is a complete projection, which is directed towards the white wall behind the stage.

A huge colorful projected picture appeared in front of everyone.

After all the cameras on the scene turned around, Carl pointed to the huge picture and said confidently.

"Next, I'd like to introduce the Apollo spacecraft program. This is a reusable space transportation system."

"It can safely and efficiently transport astronauts and cargo to the International Space Station, and it can also launch the satellites we need into the orbits we need."

“The Apollo spacecraft was designed using state-of-the-art materials and technologies to ensure safe and economical travel while also reducing the environmental impact of space exploration.”

"Of course this is not our ultimate goal, because how could the God of the Sun only project his sunlight onto the earth?"

"It needs to radiate the entire solar system."

No one said a word, not even the reporters, not even the audience, not even the state officials.

Everyone was looking at the huge light and shadow picture in shock. The Parliament Square, which had been noisy all day, became unprecedentedly quiet.

Only from the factory that had closed its doors again could be heard the slight sound of motors turning.

In the entire square, Carl was the only one who was still giving a spirited speech. He seemed to feel that such shock was not enough for him.

Then he snapped his fingers lightly, and the projected image switched again. A picture of Mars and a sci-fi Martian base appeared in front of everyone.

“This is the ultimate goal of our company, to lead mankind into the future.”

"The core of this plan is to establish a self-sufficient Mars base before 2030 to fully realize the goal of Mars colonization and lay the foundation for future interstellar travel and residence."

"We will use automated construction technology to build living and working facilities on the surface of Mars, and at the same time conduct agricultural planting experiments on Martian soil to prepare for long-term settlement."

"Climb up to the place of the gods that the universe has set for mankind, and climb up Mount Olympus completely."

Silence, deathly silence, from the reporters, the audience, and the Secret Service agents who were maintaining discipline.

Even those National Guard members who were armed with live ammunition could only express their attitude through silence after listening to Carl's introduction.

Many people were unwilling to believe what they heard, but when one, two, three, countless pairs of eyes were focused on the spirited blond boy.

They seemed to feel that nothing was impossible, after all, what they had heard before was what he thought was impossible.

Hasn't it been realized by this young man now? Perhaps they really lack some imagination.

But no matter what, everyone knows very well that after tonight, the entire financial market in the United States and even the world will be affected.

Seeing this blond boy again brought a little capital shock.