Chapter 602: Chapter 17: Conclusion 2
Barnes was stunned, staring blankly at Angel.
The others were the same.
"So... that was a trap just now, wasn’t it?" someone asked softly.
"I refuse to answer that question, it is meaningless. Rules are rules, if they are broken, they are broken." Angel looked at the questioner and replied with a smile: "Focus on the facts, not something unproven, that’s what we should do. That’s also what I, along with the 604 magic apprentices supporting me, who will soon be the main force in rectifying the campus atmosphere, uphold. Rest assured, we will restore the Magic Academy to its original state, even better than before."
Then, under the bewildered gazes of everyone, Angel bowed slightly, then bent over to pick up the box containing the New Vascular Council’s funds left by Alvis, and turned to walk out of the meeting room.
As Angel passed by, Qili widened her eyes, almost speechless, just staring blankly at Angel’s departing figure.
The demon quietly followed behind Angel, turning back to glance at Qili and the dumbfounded Gegil. Of course, they had no way of sensing the demon’s presence.
"Hehehehe, so when you said ’not what you wanted’ before, you actually meant ’you wanted it all’, right?"
"Yes."
"Not cooperating with the Silent Spellcasting Group, is it because you can’t swallow them since they outnumber you?"
"Correct."
"I’m curious, if that Fireball just now... I mean if Barnes hadn’t raised the shield for you, what would you have done?"
"I estimated the power of that Fireball Technique, it would cause injury, but it’s not a big deal. I would have steadfastly taken it on, then sent Alvis permanently out of this school. Let’s just say... Barnes’ intervention disrupted my original plan."
"Tsk tsk tsk, I’m becoming more and more impressed with you. Really. I can’t think of any words to praise you. You are the best."
When Angel stepped out of the administrative building’s door, the material vendor was already waiting for him at the entrance.
He shrugged, then walked towards Angel. Or rather, quietly stepped behind the fast-walking Angel.
"It’s settled." Angel said softly.
"I know, I saw Alvis being carried away." The material vendor chuckled softly, saying: "Honestly, the most important thing for a businessman is credibility. I admit you did exceptionally well, much better than I imagined. Although I can’t agree with the means you used."
"What do you want to say?"
"I want to say... if I want to keep cooperating with you, how should we modify our terms? I want to protect myself because I don’t want it to be me being carried away someday. Please name your price."
Angel stopped in his tracks, standing quietly and staring straight ahead on the campus path.
The material vendor also stopped, slightly hunched over, standing behind Angel, quietly blinking, waiting.
After a while, Angel said softly: "Someone told me the price you get from the supplier is an average 30% discount. First, all materials should have a 5% discount on the existing basis, meaning slightly cheaper. I don’t want to be constantly dealing with price hikes or resistance brought by monopolies. From the remaining 2.5% profit margin, 2% goes to me, 0.5% is yours. I will handle all your competitors."
"Agreed, although the proportion is much smaller than before, the total is actually higher."
"Then it’s settled, you are safe." With that, Angel resumed his steps forward.
The material vendor standing still slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
...
In the charred meeting room, Barnes tightly covered her face with both hands.
The colleagues beside her seemed not to have recovered from what just happened, standing there in a daze.
...
"Hahahaha. He’s very smart, after all, he’s a businessman. It’s better to offer proactively than to be forced with a knife. By then, he might not get any benefits at all. This way, combined with the New Vascular Council’s subsidy, you’ll have ample funding for experiments."
"Yes, but there are still some trivial issues to solve."
All the way from Area B2 to Area B3, they arrived at the place originally prepared to celebrate the establishment of the New Vascular Council.
It was a vast open space between the teaching buildings, now filled with people.
Or more accurately, filled with Angel’s people.
As for Alvis’s people?
Most of them were confined, some pinned to the ground, some even tied up.
You have to admit, finding so many ropes in the school would be impossible without prior preparation.
The completely charred, wretched looking Alvis was also tied up and thrown on the podium. Even his mouth was gagged.
Straight onto the podium that was set up early, Angel said loudly: "Alvis, our former president, has been stripped of his position for maliciously attacking others. This event has the Teaching Affairs Bureau’s testimony, leaving no room for argument. Now, according to regulations, we need to hold a new election. Everyone present has the right to vote, to elect a new president who has the maximum support from the New Vascular Council members. Before we officially begin the election, I want to first address some other matters concerning the Old Vascular Council."
In the dim light, Angel looked around at the scattered Old Vascular Council members and said: "According to the Old Vascular Council’s regulations, Alvis must also be removed from the presidency. So, today is not just about the New Vascular Council president election, but also the Old Vascular Council president election. As a member of the Old Vascular Council, I will participate in the election. Do any of you have any objections to this?"
Tied tightly with ropes, Alvis slowly closed his eyes.
The members of the Old Vascular Council widened their eyes, staring at Angel on the podium.
After a pause, Angel continued: "If I am elected as the Old Vascular Council president, then the New and Old Vascular Councils will become one. You will be able to enjoy the benefits of both sides. The Old Vascular Council will also be reborn today. And if I am not elected... No, sorry, I misspoke, it’s impossible for me not to be elected. Let’s put it this way, any member of the Old Vascular Council who doesn’t vote for me will have their status as a New Vascular Council member immediately revoked. We will use the voting method to expel these people. I wonder if I’ve made myself clear?"
Finishing, Angel smiled, surveying the entire scene.
"My God... is this going to be a complete dictatorship?"
"Can a Vascular Council president... do such a thing?"
"This is too much, purging dissenters is written all over the face..."
"I have a feeling, our days won’t be as good in the future."
Many unrelated magic apprentices stood in the two adjacent teaching buildings, witnessing everything happening through the windows. Gegil’s sister, Ruiqi’er, was among them, her eyes wide with shock.
The magic apprentices in the two buildings were abuzz with discussion, while the Old Vascular Council members surrounded by Angel remained as silent as if their mouths were sewn shut, not responding to Angel’s question.
"Is this okay?" Standing below the platform, very close to Angel, the head of the Law Society, Daniel, nervously asked softly.
"You have to admit I haven’t violated any rules." Finishing, Angel spoke to Div on the other side: "Start the election for the Old Vascular Council president."
"Alright—!" Div deliberately extended his voice, then burst into laughter. He gestured for a few members of the Battle Mage Team holding ballot boxes to head towards the members of the Old Vascular Council.
Standing on the stage, Angel loudly added: "According to the Old Vascular Council’s regulations, voting must be anonymous. We respect this rule. However, if someone sees the content on the ballot before you put it in the box... that can’t be avoided, right? So, please be cautious, don’t go against the subsidies or yourself."