Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

"Incredible..."

"Even Charlie would tremble with fear facing so many gimmicks..."

Fred and George followed Persson, excitedly discussing the troll army that was being reviewed before them.

The Emerald Territory was still in its early stages, with few buildings and little to offer. The stone houses were empty, and the Weasley brothers quickly explored the entire area.

Even so, they were incredibly satisfied, feeling that the scene before them was more breathtaking than any other country they had ever visited.

"So, any ideas?"

Persson brought the two back to their senses; what he cared about most was the mass production of the Dragon's Breath Bullets.

Not just Dragon Breath Bullets, but as long as these goblins and trolls are properly trained, they can be entrusted with the production of any alchemical item in the future. The only cost is the raw materials and a little food.

As a born slave owner, Persson had no concept of wages; after all, his retinue was obedient enough and easy to fool.

"Of course!" Fred nodded vigorously. Although he had never heard of stupid trolls being able to work, he was willing to give it a try.

Rather, this groundbreaking feat, which no one had ever accomplished before, was simply the best game for Gryffindors, who were born with a love for adventure!

"However, these goblins and trolls clearly still need training." George was more rational, noticing that although these trolls were obedient, their reactions were always a beat slow, and such performance certainly couldn't serve as workers on an assembly line.

"Furthermore, to achieve mass production, we need sufficient materials and equipment. To my shame, the money Fred and I saved up has already been spent on researching the Dragon's Breath Bullet, so we obviously can't support such a large workshop."

George reached into his pockets, indicating that he was penniless. Fred's face also fell, showing a sense of helplessness, as if he had seen his beloved flying broom but couldn't even scrape together a penny.

Persson was well aware of the Weasley brothers and their family situation and had no intention of making the brothers pay.

"Don't worry," Persson shook his head, tossing a small leather bag into the Weasley brothers' hands. "I'll handle the money; you just need to finish the blueprints. Also, this is your reward for developing the Dragon's Breath Bullet; please accept it."

When he said this, Poisson's voice sounded quite clenched through his teeth.

He had to throw it to make sure he wouldn't change his mind halfway through.

Fred took the leather bag with a puzzled look. He felt a sudden weight in his hand and heard a rattling sound coming from inside, like countless small pieces of metal rolling around.

No, it's not a small piece of iron.

When Fred and George untied the leather bag together, the golden Galleons inside almost blinded them!

"No, this is too valuable, we can't accept it!" Fred and George tried to return the Gallon to Persson as if they had been electrocuted.

Poisson simply took a step back, put his hands behind his back, pressed his restless right hand down with his left, and smiled with a twitching corner of his mouth: "Take it. This is what you deserve. In the future, you may need to rely on your intelligence for many things."

Although reluctant, Posson knew very well that if he wanted the donkey to pull the millstone, he had to feed it grass, and this small amount of money was still within his means.

Moreover, George reminded him as well.

Research and development inevitably involves spending a lot of money, especially the most expensive military industry.

Rather than being stingy with the few Galleons he had, Persson needed a stable source of income to support the operation of his territory.

For example... the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider!

Over the past few days, the trolls have been diligently hunting giant spiders, and with Posson having just killed off a large number of them, the warehouse has accumulated a considerable amount of giant spider venom.

A pint of poison is worth as much as 100 gallons, and there are three large barrels in the warehouse, with a total value that may exceed 10,000!

Of course, the reason why the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider is so expensive is mainly due to its extreme rarity and danger, and the actual demand is not that great.

The market simply cannot absorb these three large barrels of venom in a short period of time, which will inevitably lead to a sharp drop in prices.

Moreover, the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider is classified as a "C-level untradeable commodity" and can only be sold on the black market. The unregulated black market obviously doesn't care about any "fair competition laws".

Emerald Territory, with its abundant venom from the eight-eyed giant spider, is undoubtedly a coveted prize for dark wizards, but Persson can't keep an eye on it all the time.

For this reason, Poisson did not rush to convert the venom into cash, but stored it away, waiting for the appearance of an agent who had extensive connections and influence in both the legal and illegal worlds.

Such a person is obviously not easy to find.

But Poisson happened to be able to think of one.

Lucius Malfoy!

As a long-established pure-blood noble family, the Malfoy family controls a vast number of businesses, and has intricate connections with the black market, the white market, and even the Muggle world.

Once Lucius can be persuaded to become an agent, Venom's sales channels will no longer be a problem!

Moreover, as a well-known opportunist, Lucius's ability to repeatedly evade purges and protect his own businesses clearly demonstrates that he has some skill; at the very least, he possesses considerable business experience and knows how to control shipment quantities and maintain market prices.

If they could get him on board, Persson would be much more at ease, since neither trolls nor goblins are good at math, let alone business.

"Malfoy seems to be trying to curry favor with me; I wonder if his father is behind it. But whatever the truth, as long as Malfoy passes the message to Lucius, I believe no one can resist the temptation of three large barrels of Octopod venom..."

"The sale of Venom is just the beginning. The key is to firmly bind Lucius to the Emerald Territory, at the very least making him realize who is the master and who is the servant, to prevent him from engaging in any underhanded tactics..."

Poisson was naturally on high alert regarding Lucius, a slippery old fox. Only by finding a way to tie him to the same boat could Poisson be completely at ease.

Fortunately, based on his understanding of the original work, Persson knew what Lucius cared about and what he feared.

Once you know these two points, manipulating a person is a piece of cake!

"Phew... No rush. Right now, all we need to do is get in touch with Lucius and establish a basic cooperative relationship..." Persson let out a long breath, suppressing his restless heart.

It's not the right time to get to control Lucius.

The best opportunity for Poisson to recruit him will only come when he commits an irreparable mistake and is completely consumed by fear…

"As for now, let's focus on the present." The day trip to Emerald Territory was over, and the Weasley brothers were discussing the feasibility of trolls and goblins cooperating in production. Persson decided to send the two research apes back first.

Before he could even speak, a small potato rolled to his feet. The little boy waved his hands excitedly, shouting:

"Wang, the four-legged man has been caught!"