Chapter 1411: Our family is also an ordinary family

Hill snorted, watching Meg's gaze gradually become a bit different, curious, but also amazed, but also with a sense of sorrow.
Yes.
Since her birth, money has only been a figure for her.
No one knows how much money Buffett has, it is a figure that is huge enough to make the dragon and the king look red.
she knows.
It was a string of meaningless numbers, at least for her.
"Yeah, what is the use of money, what is the use of wealth? I have never touched money, I am not interested in money." Hill smiled at himself. "Just they all think that I work hard to make more The money, the number of digits behind, one more zero and one less zero, is there a difference?"
McGonagall looked at Hill and suddenly fell into meditation.
Ok.
It seems that I met an opponent.
The way the rich man is forced to do so is always the same.
But you can't refute it, after all... he thought so that year.
"Yeah, no difference." So he nodded in anticipation.
"Actually, our family is an ordinary family. There is nothing special. At most, the house is a little bigger." Hill said with a bit of helplessness: "But when I was a child, every time I took my friend home, I would lose a few friends. Is it a big deal to get lost in someone else's home?"
"That's not..." McGonagall shook his head, and he was replaced by him. The young mind couldn't accept the way of invisible and colorful.
"Mr. McGonagall, you are very special." Hill smiled and touched a raised bead on his hand. The secretary quickly walked in from the carriage and took it out of the wagon's closet. A bottle of red wine and two high-leg crystal cups, unplugged the wine stopper, a rich red wine scent spread out in the compartment, pour the red wine into the decanter for a while, then inject into the goblet Gently placed on the small table that was found between McGonagall and Hill, then bent over and exited the carriage.
"So, I still want to have a drink with you." Hill picked up the glass, the glass shook slightly between the fingers, and looked at Meg with a smile.
McGonagall glanced at the glass in front of him and looked at his Hill, hesitated, or reached for the glass.
"Respect is not as good as life." McGonagall and Hill gently touched the cup, and then drank a sip of wine, this is the best v-class wine of Buffett Winery, rich in flavor, mellow, and systematic There are some differences, but it is a top wine.
Along the way, Hill’s words were a little more than usual. Although he still restrained and didn’t talk too much about life, McGonagall clearly felt that her defense against him had dropped a lot.
"Loading, is probably a good way to get a good impression?" McGonagall came down from the carriage and watched the luxury carriage drift away, could not help but scream.
As soon as McGonagall turned around, he ignored the time when he was leaning against the door. He looked at his Irina.
"Where are you going?" He just wanted to talk. Irina had already walked over with her long legs, and then sniffed on him: "There is a smell of wine on the body, and someone in the daytime is about wine?"
"And the smell of perfume, woman?"
"Who is the woman in the car?"
A series of problems, and the dangerous atmosphere flashing in the eyes, made McGonagall’s nerves nervous and nervous, very frank:
Hill Buffett, the current boss of Buffett’s bank, talked to her about a few hundred million at noon. The business went, talking about business, drinking some wine is normal."
"Several billion?" Irina's eyes twitched as if there were countless swords flying in it.
On the back of McGonagall, I felt a bit of coolness. I quickly said, "Not what you think, go, go in, let me talk to you slowly."
"You better talk to me about what kind of posture these hundreds of millions of businesses talk about." Irina's mouth slightly shook a dangerous arc and turned and walked toward the restaurant.
"I am... sitting..." McGonagall looked innocent, and he could talk in whatever position.
Into the restaurant, McGonagall locked the door, determined that there would be no third person in the restaurant, and went to the opposite side of Irina.
"Fu-po can make you feel happy?" McGonagall sat down and Irina raised her eyes and asked.
"Fortunately, we talked quite happily, and the results were Fiji..." McGonagall nodded and paused. Suddenly it felt like a little embarrassing to hear it.
"Ha ha."
"Hey! Wife, don't misunderstand, we are serious about business." McGonagall looked at Irina, who slowly pulled out the folding chair, and stood up, m quickly explained:

Do you remember the steam engines that were sent to the factory a few days ago? Miss Hill is the collaborator of my steam engine project. Besides, I worked with her and the City of Chaos to develop a railway project, which was driven by a steam engine. The steam locomotive will be on the railway to the Goblin family. At noon a few years, I went to the locomotive base for trial operation, which has basically reached the operational standard, so I only drank a little wine on the way back."
"Steam locomotive?" Irina slowly put down the folding chair, and looked at McGonagall.
"It's a giant carriage that will never get tired. You can drag hundreds of people to move fast on the paved rails, and you don't need to rest or feed the grass."
"What does it eat?"
"It's good to eat some coal."
"Is this a bit too much?"
"Nothing, it will add water to it."
"That's almost the same."
McGonagall looked at Irina, who had folded the folding chair. She sighed and put her on the chair again. She smiled and nodded. "Because the base is outside the city, Miss Hill sent me back. What? Did not happen."
"I will be like this." Irina looked at McGonagall and her tone was flat.
"Is it obvious that it is like this!" McGonagall, but in the principle of one less sentence than one less sentence, smiled and said: "You must practice the night elf today, it must be very hard, want to eat something, drink something Do you want to do it for you?"
"I want to eat durian pizza, and, a pot of green tea." Irina thought.
"Well, I will do it for you." McGon got up and walked toward the kitchen. He took a pot of green tea and poured a cup of it in front of her. He turned into the kitchen and started to make a durian pizza.
Irina held her chin on the table with one hand, and through the sultry heat, she looked at her busy McGee in the kitchen, and her mouth showed a smile.
The look of the sword is so handsome, it is more fascinating to look around the apron and pick up the kitchen knife.
It is my man.