Chapter 520: The Old Knight

When Harry and Zhang Qiu came to the side of that table, what they saw was the old knight's already slightly tipsy red face, and several officials still full of enthusiasm, wearing uniforms—beside them, on a few empty chairs were wine bottles lying crookedly, looking like someone had already left first.

"... So, friends." The old knight burped loudly. "What we mentioned just now are two completely different surplus values, and what I am going to introduce and adopt at this moment should be the newer explanation, the part of value created by laborers that exceeds their own and their family's needs."

Harry frowned. He didn't know if it was appropriate to step forward and talk at this moment.

"But, Sir Crawley." An official who was also drunk to the point of having a big tongue, told, "We all admitted this fact just now, any enterprise that wants to maintain its own existence cannot avoid occupying the surplus value of laborers, no matter how it is explained, burp, of course I am not talking about the problem of the wolves, I am just!"

The official's face carried an affirmation of the theory, but also harbored a hint of restraint. After all, no matter what, the cannery invested by the old knight and undertaken by werewolves had already formed an inseparable connection with the local government.

"So we must go further!" The old knight suddenly raised his volume. "The means of production are constantly developing, and the surplus value in society will only become more and more. Instead of letting these values be occupied by stupid pigs, it is better for us to guide and play them—just like that redneck Donald is saying, oh, don't look down on him, I have to say, taking the surplus value of workers to guard against some aliens is also a meaningful thing, better than enjoying and wasting it!"

"You are a bit too at ease." Another official stared and scolded. "I wanted to say from the beginning, relying on the isolated nature of werewolves to use cheap labor for production, this is inherently unreasonable. Even if the new theory is adopted, I have to say, you have calculated the self-use value of werewolves too little!"

"You want to define the right of self-use value as soon as you open your mouth, don't you think you are too arrogant?" Another official started to choke.

"So we still have to return to respecting human subjectivity and free will..." "Concentrating power to do big things is right..." "The needs of the times and the needs of the people cannot be confused..."

In a mess of noisy sounds, Harry felt a bit impatient. Letting a group of drunk middle-aged men talk about this topic, they wouldn't finish talking for days and nights.

Looking at Harry holding the girl with the bouquet walking to the side of the table, the old knight seemed to be sober for a moment, but he immediately narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "Look, good boy, in the blink of an eye you are also at the age to start a family."

Harry ignored their previous topic and this messy place, just said in a normal and happy tone: "Yes, Grandpa, we plan to hold a wedding after graduation."

"The old knight is drinking happily." Zhang Qiu smiled politely. "Let's talk to him in detail about this matter another day."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." The old knight's two hands supported the edge of the table and said loudly. "I completely agree with your marriage, just discuss the details with Mr. Black... Harry!"

Harry was startled by his suddenly raised tone.

"What I really can't let go of is this, is everything here. Do you know that the Benlang Group has started to expand its business? They hold the glass bottle and tinplate factory to supply canned raw materials, invested in logistics companies to transport products, they almost opened up the entire chain of the food field from top to bottom, from farmers to retailers, they all have their people. Do you know what this means?"

Harry blinked. He felt that this sounded like a good thing, and, like a thing that had nothing to do with him.

"He is developing, flourishingly developing, this enterprise founded by me and Mr. Black, he will grow into a behemoth—we all know that Mr. Black has great energy, right?" The old knight's face began to reveal a worried look. "I am afraid it is difficult for me to live to that day. This makes me very afraid, Harry. If this enterprise eventually grows into a cold and cruel capital giant... I feel this possibility is very high. Wizards rarely care about the operation of Muggle companies, but the help as a background is so powerful."

Harry was silent. He probably understood the words the old knight wanted to say. Before, now, and in the future, there will never be a lack of evil capitalists, and capital naturally has a tendency to become evil. If after the old knight passes away, Sirius only acts as the behind-the-scenes shareholder of Benlang and does not participate in company affairs in detail, it is hard to say what this company will become.

If the Benlang Group relies on the bullying others by flaunting one's powerful connections of the Wizarding World to master a monopoly position and becomes an enterprise that squeezes employees, defrauds consumers, and only knows how to endlessly seize wealth without assuming social responsibility, this future is what the old knight does not want to see.

Harry looked silently at everything in front of him. The old knight's eyes had a trace of expectation, but more of pure melancholy. Beside him, some Albanian officials who were whispering or drinking with their heads down must have considered such problems together. And those empty seats actually meant that many officials didn't care, or refused to admit this problem.

"I will," Harry paused, "try my best to think of a way."

The old knight didn't speak, just smiled and sighed. An official beside him who was obviously very close to him pinched the wine glass and said with a trace of sadness: "Star of Salvation, sigh! We don't doubt your character, but everything in the Muggle World is not something you can take care of. Or in other words, all the unfairness in human society is not something that can be taken care of by just one savior."

Before Harry could answer, another official picked up the wine bottle and drank all the remaining wine in one breath, then burst into tears: "The international communist movement is over, we failed!"

The officials who remained at this table mourned with him one after another, or sighed, or kept pouring wine. The old knight no longer talked to Harry, but with tears in his eyes, reached out to another unopened bottle of wine.

After a moment of silence, Harry and Zhang Qiu turned and left. Seeing Sirius laughing heartily with Lupin, they didn't go to him to talk about these topics, but turned to walk toward a side path.

The human voices gradually went away. Zhang Qiu suddenly stopped the topic of chatting and asked: "You probably know, George Crawley's true composition?"

"I know, he is pro-Soviet." Harry sighed. "I don't think this is a bad thing. Our Muggle politics should consider changing the wind direction."

"But do you know how you came to Downton..."

Perhaps it was because she read the hesitation in Zhang Qiu's tone, Harry tightened her hand. "I knew it very early, it was the KGB who killed my uncle and aunt, and even, possibly killed some other innocent people among them."

"Sorry I have never—"

"It doesn't matter, I didn't care very much originally." Harry said in a relaxed tone. "Think carefully, the mastermind behind all this is Yanayev, this is what we were going to face—"

When he said this, he felt it was hard to describe. The interaction between countries is very complicated. Whether Yanayev is an enemy or a friend in the eyes of Britain is often not unified with Harry's own will.

"At least he is a cruel person. Just for this point, let's hope he is punished privately." Harry sighed. Thinking that the Prime Minister was still pretending to cooperate with Yanayev to engage in some new moon landing program, his mood was also a bit complicated.

"This is just one thing," Zhang Qiu looked at the back with some complexity. "I am still thinking about Eve."

Harry stopped his steps. He felt his heart was even more chaotic now.

"Master taught me two principles." Zhang Qiu said firmly. "One is careful planning, treating everyone as a bad person to formulate plans; the second is doing things openly, we ourselves cannot do bad things."

Harry immediately thought of Deng Buliduo. A thing Deng Buliduo did that Harry didn't take to heart in the past, now appeared in front of his eyes again: this old man deliberately called Eve Romanov in his will, and left his Deluminator to her.

"Although I don't know if Eve still has contact with the Soviets, and how much of her heart is on our side." Qiu said slowly. "But since she wants to be a carefree noblewoman, let her do so. It seems that Luo En doesn't object, right?"

"But I can't hide everything from Luo En." Harry felt a bit irritable. "I really don't know how—sigh, if I want to think about the worst case, but I really don't want to think about it, and isn't everything still developing in a good direction?"

"Harry, when I stand in your position to think about all this, I realize that the leakage of Downing Street is a manifestation of the leakage of all aspects of this country. It is not an isolated problem that can be easily solved." Zhang Qiu said while helping Harry organize his collar, which made his mood much calmer. "At least in the Wizarding World, in the things we are going to do next, we can be a little more guarded in this regard."

"The things we are going to do next?" Harry became a bit vigilant. "What ghost idea did you think of again?"

"No ideas for the time being, just a vague premonition." Zhang Qiu shook her head.

When they finished a walk around the surrounding path and returned to the wedding venue, Harry looked at Luo En and Eve with a trace of caution. However, he found with some sadness:

Luo En was the one who was more deeply in love. ===== CHAPTER 521 =====