A pot of black tea was cooking on the small stove, and the warm winter sun was pouring down, McGonagall leaned back comfortably in her wooden chair, looked at Gloria and smiled and asked, "What does Miss Gloria want to say to me?" ”

"That's right, because of my family, I am still a director of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, but two days ago, my grandfather suddenly came to me and said that my uncle Cyril wanted to remove me at the year-end meeting in a few days, and he had already contacted many directors.

Although I didn't care about this so-called directorship, my grandfather said that if I couldn't keep the seat of the board of directors on my own, then I would be eliminated from the list of candidates. And if I can stay, the part of the family estate that was allocated to me for management will be transferred to my permanent property.

You say, what should I do? Gloria looked at McGonagall helplessly.

"This is really a big family drama." McGonagall sighed in her heart, although he was also from a wealthy family in his previous life, but because he was an only child, there was no such drama as fighting for family property.

Because of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, except for Gloria, McGonagall has no good feelings for the Morton family, and the powerful president, Liu Adou Cyril, who can't afford it, is not a good thing in his opinion.

At the beginning, he had a grand ambition to subvert the Aden Chamber of Commerce and reset those who had unequal rules.

Miss Hill is a pawn he has invested in this game, and Miss Gloria, who is gradually showing her business talents and beginning to frantically test the inheritance of the Morton family, is his second preparation.

Of course, when he decided to help Gloria, he didn't think it was as complicated, just as a little help to his friends, as an angel investor.

Now that Dailan is developing rapidly, the production line is becoming more and more perfect under McGonagall's suggestion, from inefficient individual labor to efficient division of labor and assembly line, and productivity has also increased, and a wide area of land has been acquired in the north of the city, ready to be used to build a new garment factory.

McGonagall admired Gloria's talent and judgment in business operations, but she was a little immature when it came to handling some of the day-to-day tasks.

"Judging from your grandfather's change in attitude, there must have been some changes in the matter of heirs, and if you can complete this task, you may be able to compete with your uncle in the same position as you are truly fair.

However, since he dared to directly point out this matter to your grandfather, he must have contacted many directors who could vote, and since he had been the sole heir of the Moulton family for many years, there should be more people who thought that he would become the heir of the Moulton family.

So, it doesn't make much sense to start lobbying the Moreton directors now, and your grandfather might be able to influence some of the directors to get them on a fair footing. But in just a few days, you won't be able to convince those directors. McGonagall analyzed.

"So what should I do?" Gloria stared at McGonagall and asked, it was because of this that she felt that there was nothing she could do, and in desperation, she came to see McGonagall.

"You may be able to meet Miss Hill, the four major families of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, in addition to the Morton family, the strongest is the Buffett family, if she can stand on your side, the result may be different." McGonagall said.

"Miss Hill?" Gloria was slightly stunned, shook her head, and said, "Miss Hill doesn't have a good relationship with my grandfather because of her election for president, and she will definitely not be on my side." ”

"If you don't try, how do you know it won't work?" McGonagall poured a cup of black tea and put it in front of Gloria, smiling.

Gloria looked at Magna's encouraging gaze, was silent for a moment, and nodded vigorously, "Well, I'm going to try, even if I fail, at least try first." ”

After drinking a cup of black tea, Gloria took her leave and left.

McGonagall drank tea alone, but she was also sleepless, put away the tea set, and rode out on her bicycle, not getting any news of the elves for two days.

"It seems that the situation of the Night Elves is not good, I wonder if Phyllis is going well with them." McGonagall frowned as she stepped out of the alley and changed back into her clothes.

The latest news that I just spent a lot of gold coins in exchange, the Wind Forest has surrounded the cave where the Night Elves are located, and the attack and defense of the cave have been fought several rounds, although the Night Elves have the advantage of terrain, but the Wind Forest has more troops and strong men, and now it is completely relying on Irina's strong personal strength to support the last line of defense of the Night Elves.

Although the goblins lent the cave to the Night Elves, they had no intention of intervening in the war, and never gave the Night Elves any help.

The cave was now an isolated island, and all parties basically believed that the rebellion would soon be quelled, and even with Irina's guidance, the Night Elves' strength was still too weak to shake the rule of the Wind Forest.

"We have to find a way to give Irina more help." McGonagall muttered to herself, got on her bike and rode back, stopping at the blacksmith next door, and entering the blacksmith's shop, the sound of striking iron came from behind.

"Boss Mai, why are you here?" McGonagall had just walked to the door of the forging room when Mo Bai looked up and saw him, a little surprised.

"I've been thinking about artillery lately, so I'd like to talk to you about it." McGonagall smiled.

Mo Bai's eyes lit up when he heard this, put the hammer in his hand aside, and said with a smile: "Okay, then let's talk outside, I just have some doubts and want to ask you for advice." ”

"At Mr. McGonagall's previous suggestion, I made a cannon, but for some reason, the shells often exploded inside the barrel, causing damage to the barrel, which was not able to be fired and could not cause damage. Moreover, the power of the cannonball can no longer be increased in a limited volume, I estimated that a cannonball exploding at close range can only pose a fatal threat to the demonic beasts of about three levels. Mo Bai spread out a drawing and frowned.

McGonagall glanced at the drawings a few times and asked, "Where is the barrel?" ”

"In the workshop outside the city, I was worried about the danger of the test, so I built a workshop on a plain about ten miles away from the city of chaos." Mo Bai replied.

"If it's convenient, take me there in the afternoon, the artillery has high requirements for the barrel, and the cause of the explosion can only be found out after looking at it. I also have some ideas on how to increase the power of the cannonballs, but I'll wait until I see the artillery. McGonagall looked at Mo Baidao.

"Okay, I'll take Boss Mai there that afternoon." Mo Bai nodded hurriedly.