Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 382 The Banquet

"Bang!"

Even after being thoroughly chilled, the champagne still has a significant pressure difference between the inside and outside. As the metal ring is pulled open, the cork is propelled high into the air by the liquid inside, and the white "fruit wine" sprays forward.

"oh!"

"Splash..."

The crowd erupted in commotion.

Karl smiled and gestured to the crowd, then began to speak:

"First of all, I would like to thank the BHP Group for its support. Without the Group's support, my research would not have been able to continue."

"Secondly, I would like to thank Ms. Monica, who gave me the opportunity to conduct scientific research."

"I want to thank my colleagues and students in the experimental group again; I couldn't have done this without you..."

"Haha..." Blaze laughed loudly from below:

"Professor Carl, your statement is too official and formal. You are the key to everything."

"To you!"

"Respectfully, Professor Karl!"

"Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses in unison, and laughter filled the air.

This is the top floor of the hotel, designed for large banquets, but today it's Carl's turn to shine.

"I didn't expect Professor Carl's research to yield results so quickly." Ruili stood below, holding a glass of juice.

"Monica, you've really found yourself a treasure this time."

"That's right." Monica licked her lips, her red lips, coated with lipstick, gleaming alluringly.

"I've always been very lucky."

"Professor Carl's research helps improve and cure several congenital diseases, bringing hundreds of millions of dollars in revenue to the BTO Group every year. And this is just the beginning. I believe that the professor's subsequent research will have even greater economic value."

"Hundreds of millions!" Ruili's face flushed.

"Recently, representatives from several pharmaceutical companies have contacted Carl. Be careful, or you might be poached."

"Don't worry." Monica chuckled.

"We signed a contract with Professor Carl. He not only receives a one-time payment, but also a share of the drug's profits, and..."

"From what I know, Professor Carl has little interest in money; he is a true scholar."

"How much?" Ruili asked curiously.

"How much did you give Carl?"

"Hehe..." Monica chuckled softly.

"This is a confidential matter, but Professor Carl is certainly financially independent by now."

"At least that's true for you."

"Ah!" Ruili sighed.

"Actually, Professor Karl isn't that old, do you think? Although his appearance is average, he has a very good demeanor."

"Uh..." Monica's eyes were strange.

"Ruili, you're getting married soon."

"It's already over." Ruili shrugged.

"Love is like a phantom on the horizon, always elusive and far less tangible than money."

"We've already had so many disagreements just talking about the wedding. We can already foresee the arguments after the wedding, so we might as well separate and cool off."

?

Monica gently shook her head.

Ruili was her good friend, and she also knew Ruili's fiancé. She originally thought their relationship was very promising.

Unexpectedly...

Just like back then, who could have imagined that she, who never wanted to be apart from Blaise, would choose to break up?

"Bang!"

"Peng Peng!"

With the assistance of a director of the BHP Group, a string of champagne bottles were opened, and the room erupted in cheers.

"Let's not talk about things that make us unhappy."

Monica cheered:

"Today is Professor Carl's victory celebration, we should have a few more drinks."

"yes!"

Ruili nodded.

"Monica." Blaise, dressed in a fitted dress, stepped closer, bowed, and extended one hand:

"Would I have the honor of dancing with you?"

"My pleasure."

Monica smiled sweetly, reached out and shook hands with the other person, and the two nimbly blended into the crowd.

Champagne, music, dance...

The top executives of the BTO Group surrounded Karl, offering their congratulations and discussing the next steps.

"Professor Carl."

Eugene, a bald man in his fifties, smiled and began to speak:

"I heard you're planning to buy a house. BIT Group has connections in this area; do you need any assistance?"

"Need not."

Karl smiled faintly and shook his head:

"I've got my eye on an old house on the outskirts of the city. The price is reasonable, so if there are no issues, I'll buy it there."

"An old house on the outskirts of the city?" Eugene frowned.

"The houses over there are quite old."

"Yes."

Carl nodded:

"It's a mansion that's over 600 years old. It's said to have been the residence of an earl, who also happened to be named Bergman. Maybe it's fate, so I'm planning to buy it."

"Hmm..." Eugene stroked his chin:

"Professor Carl, even if a centuries-old house is well-maintained, there are still some aspects that are outdated."

"Maybe……"

"You should reconsider."

"Is that so?" Karl asked thoughtfully.

"Then let's take another look."

He didn't intend to consider it, because the house originally belonged to him, and there were feelings involved.

not to mention,

There were things there that interested him as well.

…………

As one of the earliest people to follow Karl in the laboratory, Barrow was naturally invited to the banquet.

While the others gathered together, he went to the area where the food was placed and began to feast.

Since his body underwent a strange change, he has found that his appetite and digestive ability have greatly increased.

I felt hungry very early on.

"Barrow".

"Ugh..." Barrow swallowed the pastry in his mouth with difficulty, and awkwardly wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth:

"Tracy, you're here too."

"Um."

Trish has long, azure hair, and her appearance is not particularly outstanding; she also has quite a few freckles on her cheeks.

But every time he saw him, Barrow felt his heart race uncontrollably.

"Thanks to your support during this time, I really don't know how I would have continued my studies otherwise."

Trish sighed:

"I've found a suitable buyer for some of the things my father left behind. I'll return them to you once I get the money."

"No rush," Barrow said hastily, waving his hand.

"I don't need money now."

"Professor Carl gave out bonuses to the lab staff yesterday; I received ten thousand pounds. I can lend it to you if you need it."

"Ah!" Trish's eyes widened:

"Ten thousand pounds?"

"Yes." Barrow scratched his head and grinned.

"I must say, Professor Carl is a very generous elder. Each person in the lab received eight thousand pounds. Because I was with him the earliest, I received ten thousand pounds, and my allowance will increase by three hundred pounds starting next month."

"Helping out in the lab is not much less lucrative than working outside."

Trish looked on with envy.

She had never worried about money before, but after her father Jim's unexpected death, she realized how important money was.

Her father didn't leave her much of an inheritance, and the school fees were already beyond her means.

Fortunately, Barrow was willing to help.

Ten thousand pounds!

Licking her lips, Trish lowered her head and reached out to pull Barrow along as if she had made a decision.

"Come with me."

"what!"

Barrow was taken aback, then instinctively followed.

corner.

Several hidden gazes quietly withdrew.

"Target is leaving the banquet. Follow him."

"A faint trace of supernatural power was detected in that girl named Trish; her consciousness has been marked..."

"Watch out for the night watchmen!"

"Whoosh!"

In the dark night.

A bat flew down from the top of the building and hovered in the air.

Carl stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a wine glass, looking at the figures below, and shook his head with a light laugh.

(End of this chapter)