"You reap what you sow."
Buddhism, one of the world's three major religions, preaches karma, stating that the seeds planted yesterday determine the fruits tasted today.
Now, being a front desk receptionist, Malfoy could only grumble a little, even though all of this could be considered his own "self-inflicted suffering."
On the day of the vault inventory, besides the most trusted goblins needing to personally inspect the vaults, other staff members couldn't be idle either; they also needed to cooperate with the goblins' work, such as checking the items after they were counted, or other tasks.
So Malfoy was in his small office, doing what he was supposed to do.
However, when he heard the dragon's roar, loud enough to reverberate throughout Diagon Alley, he knew that things might have already developed beyond what he had envisioned.
The most impregnable fortress in the world is breached from within, so he chose to bribe Griphook.
But it seemed that this inside man hadn't completed the task silently, even with the ample conditions he had created for him.
Soon, he knew what had happened.
Because the director urgently summoned all employees on duty.
One goblin was seriously injured, with extensive burns all over his body, and had been immediately sent to the Magical Injuries and Diseases Hospital's Artifact Accidents Department.
The remaining goblins had either fallen down in a panic or even fallen off the small carts, resulting in head injuries and bloodshed, adding a few more names to the hospital's inpatient list.
More goblins were simply frightened. For many years, Gringotts, known as the safest place in Britain after Hogwarts, had never experienced such a major event.
This then led to a strike by some of the goblins.
If the leaders were to come out at this moment and say something like, "These events were caused by your own operational errors as employees," it might truly enrage them completely, and unpredictable things might happen.
The Gringotts branch director decisively gave most of the goblins a vacation, allowing those who wanted to take a vacation to do so, and those who didn't want to take a vacation could receive double wages in their recent work, appeasing the emotions of most of the goblins.
The relationship between supply and demand is always relative. If this were in a distant Eastern country, the controllers of capital would only say, "Do it or get out." There would still be plenty of cheap labor flocking to them.
After all, it is the world's most populous country, limited by national conditions.
But Gringotts is different. Most of its members are goblins, with only a very few human wizards. The goblin rebellions in the past led to a sharp decline in their population, coupled with a not-so-high birth rate, making each goblin laborer very valuable.
In summary, Malfoy, who seemed relatively free, was pulled in to serve as a "strongman."
"Hello, sir. According to the records, your vault is number 423. Please follow this guide."
"Hello, sir. The vault you are using is temporarily suspended due to some minor issues that occurred in this bank a few days ago. We are doing our best to repair it."
"What? I can't withdraw my money whenever I want?"
"Is this supposed to be the only magical bank in all of Europe? What a joke! Call your director for me."
If he was lucky and encountered some reasonable customers, then everything would be fine. If he was unlucky and encountered the troublemakers mentioned above,
After explaining, if they still didn't listen,
"I heard that in order to prevent the intrusion of a certain wanted criminal, the director has hired many combat wizards. It's time for them to prove themselves." At this time, Malfoy would pretend to be unconsciously muttering to himself, revealing some subtle threats.
No matter how small an industry is, once it forms a monopoly, it will greatly change the relationship between buyers and sellers, let alone a bank. After all, not everyone has a private vault.
Under normal circumstances, these customers would back down, but today seemed very unlucky.
"It's disappointing that Gringotts Bank in Britain treats its customers so rudely." A girl's voice suddenly came from the back of the line, pleasant and light, like the melodious and moving song of a morning lark, but the words she spoke did not make anyone happy.
Her speech was not very fluent, interspersed with some strange accents, but it was still very elegant and moving. With a simple logical deduction, it was enough to know that she was not British.
The people who were in line began to gather and watch, not only because there was a spectacle to see, but also because the focus of the dispute seemed to be a beauty.
Disputes and beauties can always attract the attention of ordinary people.
Shoulder-length, waterfall-like silver hair, a pair of bright blue eyes, and a set of white, even teeth. Except for a certain universe country, the aesthetics of most people in the world should be normal, so this girl should be a beauty in the conventional sense no matter where she is.
Not to mention the added bonus brought by the exotic charm between the girl's eyebrows and the noble temperament on her body.
Conquering proud women is a very fulfilling thing for any man.
However, Malfoy continued to write and record, saying without looking up, "It's really a pity that the receptionist is so rude, but..." Malfoy paused and continued, "The polite goblin receptionist you expected found a contraband item while counting a customer's property. Due to the disappearance of the protective magic, a huge accident occurred. In order to protect the property of other customers, many goblins in Gringotts were injured as a result, and one almost lost his life and is now being rescued in St. Mungo's Hospital."
"So I'm not in the mood to face these so-called customers who may be violating the treaty. Maintaining the most basic courtesy is already my greatest restraint now."
"I really don't want to think that those who were once colleagues are now in mortal danger in the blink of an eye."
In his words, Malfoy slightly added a charm to his voice, making his voice more infectious. Coupled with his own acting skills, a large part of the onlookers had already shifted their positions.
Only the girl was still a little unconvinced, stubbornly saying, "Where's the evidence?" In fact, she already believed it 70-80%, but she was a little embarrassed to apologize.
"St. Mungo's Hospital, fifth floor. If you have the courage to visit a goblin whose body is 80% burned, I hope you still won't have nightmares at night," Malfoy said with a painful expression.
Hearing this, the girl's upright figure suddenly became a little wilted, looking a little shocked, and silently stood back in her original position.
Seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, people dispersed and returned to their own lines.
As a reborn person who has experienced the era of the big internet, it is simply too easy to use verbal skills to deal with these little girls who are full of justice and have not seen the world. First, seize the moral high ground, and then you are basically invincible.
In fact, Malfoy's debate just now had basically no logic, and only relied on his own sensational techniques and some magic to achieve the effect.
If you really want to refute it, it is also very simple.
"Precisely because of this, you should not disappoint the sacrifices of your colleagues, but better serve us for them."
"Isn't what you are doing now tarnishing their behavior?"
Unfortunately, no one reacted.
More people who were delayed in their business also chose to be tolerant.
When Malfoy finally left Gringotts, he even got a raise for this impromptu public relations crisis.
Of course, that's another story.
Compared to this insignificant episode, the ominous premonition swirling in Malfoy's heart was what had been giving him a headache all morning.
As the saying goes, blessings never come in pairs, but misfortunes never come alone. His intuition told him that something big would happen at Gringotts.
But now he had to fill the positions of those goblins who were on vacation or injured. If he insisted on resigning now, it would only arouse suspicion.
"Sir, please show your identification."
"Roy, take this lady to vault 314."
He could only grit his teeth and do it in an orderly manner now.
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