"Good morning, Prime Minister Granger."
"Congratulations on your election, Prime Minister Granger."
"Hello, Prime Minister Granger. Please appoint members of the cabinet as soon as possible so they can handle related matters."
When Hermione stepped out of the green flames in the fireplace, dressed in a suit, the staff in the prime minister's office, who had been discussing where to find their new prime minister, all breathed a sigh of relief.
While greeting Hermione, they also began to remind her of things that needed to be done.
"Good morning, everyone. That matter is not urgent. We have something more pressing right now."
Hermione spoke hurriedly as soon as she stepped out of the fireplace. "I need you to immediately summon all the well-known media and television stations in the UK, have them rush here as quickly as possible, and then place small pinhole cameras in the meeting room here."
"Huh?"
The staff in the prime minister's office were stunned. What kind of order was Prime Minister Granger giving? They didn't quite understand.
Installing pinhole cameras in the meeting room here? What was that for?
"Everyone, please act quickly. Time waits for no one."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, and the staff hurriedly regained their composure.
"Understood, Prime Minister Granger. We will handle it immediately."
After responding, they turned and walked quickly out of the prime minister's office, heading straight for the telephones outside to notify the various media outlets and television stations.
All the media and television stations in the UK were overjoyed when they received the news.
This Minister Granger was truly a wonderful person. Her taking office had just given them an explosive big news story.
Now she was coming to them with another piece of news that was clearly even bigger.
That works, that works. It felt like this prime minister was someone they could get along with.
Meanwhile, in various cities across the UK, in one grand Castle and villa after another.
Security personnel under Amanda, wearing green armor, kicked open the doors. Before they even pulled the triggers on their electromagnetic guns, the weapons began to flash with intimidating arcs of electricity.
"Please come with us, Mr. Sassoon. Prime Minister Granger wishes to see you. If you refuse, we have the authority to execute you immediately, and no one in the world will know you ever existed."
Sitting on the sofa, the old man who had been eating caviar bread and drinking milk looked at the heavily armed security personnel in front of him with a livid face, but he still had to stand up from the sofa in his silk pajamas.
"Please come with us, Mr. Roger..."
"Please come with us, Mr. Barclay..."
In just ten minutes, dozens of people in the UK wearing luxurious clothing were taken away.
Countless bank accounts were instantly frozen, and harmonized land, sea, and air armored vehicles, fully loaded with Amanda's security personnel, blockaded one company after another.
The ultra-high-speed small passenger planes newly produced by her factory uniformly transported all the detained personnel to London.
"I need you all to broadcast the entire meeting live on television in five minutes. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to cut the signal."
"No matter what happens, not a single bit of the live situation is allowed to be missed or tampered with."
Hermione's sharp gaze swept over all the reporters and television station heads present, making their hearts pound.
She truly deserves to be someone who can become prime minister. These media people thought silently to themselves. To have such an aura at only fifteen years old, they felt scared just looking at her.
They really couldn't imagine what a terrifying thing it would be to be an enemy of such a prime minister.
After signaling to the security personnel nearby, the security personnel immediately took these media people away to another room nearby.
They would ensure the smooth progress of the live broadcast across the UK from that room.
At this very moment, all television stations in the UK had been tuned to the same image: Hermione sitting upright, staring at the door with a serious expression, seemingly waiting for someone.
"This is the newly appointed Prime Minister Granger, right?" asked an ordinary British citizen watching TV to their companion. "What is she doing? Waiting for someone?"
"I don't know," the companion shook their head and pointed to the top right corner of the TV. "It shows a live broadcast, and it's like this on all channels."
"Is she going to make a speech? Then why isn't she saying anything?"
Inside the dental clinic, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who had just finished checking a patient's teeth, hadn't even had a chance to drink a sip of water before they were surrounded by colleagues with kind, teasing faces.
"Hey, it's just time for your break. Go to the lounge quickly. Your daughter was sworn in as our prime minister about forty minutes ago, and it's being broadcast live right now."
"Yeah, this is a big scene. Don't you need to go watch?"
"What? prime minister?" Mrs. Granger widened her eyes and looked at the colleagues around her in disbelief.
The expression on Mr. Granger's face was exactly the same as hers.
Wasn't their daughter the Minister for Magic in the Wizarding World?
How did she become the prime minister on their side again? When did she start campaigning? Why didn't they know?
No, more importantly, how on earth was Hermione elected? This was too unbelievable, too incredible!
Surprised and stunned, they were pushed into the lounge by their colleagues. Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked at their daughter on the television screen, sitting in the meeting room with a serious face and imposing manner, saying nothing.
They only felt a sense of trance. Was this still the daughter who usually loved to talk and laugh at home, flirted with them from time to time, and loved to tease Amanda?
They could only say that their daughter had truly grown up... Mrs. Granger looked at her daughter on the TV screen, feeling both relieved and heartbroken.
Being both the Minister for Magic in the Wizarding World and the prime minister in the Muggle World, Hermione must be exhausted.
Mr. Granger looked at his daughter on the TV screen, his thoughts identical to his wife's.
After another two minutes or so, Hermione finally spoke. She accurately found one of the hidden pinhole cameras and faced it.
"I am here today to hold a special meeting for a special group of people."
Her firm and cold voice rang out in the homes, offices, and lounges of people watching this live broadcast around the world.
This fifteen-year-old girl, who was already capable of influencing the world, gave a feeling that was in no way inferior to any battle-hardened politician.
"As everyone knows, the society we live in is composed of many large conglomerates. Their reach extends into every field, from clothing and food to housing and transportation."
Hermione said, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Some of the things they have done are indeed within reasonable limits."
"But some have irrefutable evidence of transferring our wealth elsewhere," she said, picking up the documents on the table and waving them at the pinhole camera. "This evidence will be uploaded to the UK government's official website simultaneously, and everyone in the world can download and view it."
"It doesn't contain any classified information. Of course, for some people, it's quite private and quite fatal, isn't it?"
Casually throwing the files onto the table, anyone could see that their newly appointed Prime Minister Granger was in a foul mood.
"There are also some people who excessively inflate prices to increase their own profits, keeping the cost of living high for ordinary citizens, always keeping them in a state where they can best work for them."
"And there is an even worse group." Hermione's voice suddenly became colder. Most of the people in front of the TV couldn't help but shiver. If Hermione were in front of them right now, they would probably have weak knees already.
"They collude with the Dark Wizards of the Wizarding World, Voldemort, attempting to buy their own generational wealth with the lives of ordinary citizens!"
With "flames" burning in her eyes, Hermione stared fixedly at the pinhole camera. "This is intolerable to me. Any one of the above three points is intolerable."
"So today, I will summon these people. If they can change, they will. If they cannot..."
Hermione did not finish the rest of her sentence, but obviously, those who should understand what it meant, understood.
In the dental clinic, the dentists who were watching TV in the lounge during their break couldn't help but turn their gaze to Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
Their eyes seemed to say silently, is your daughter really this amazing? Her deterrent power is very strong!
Mr. and Mrs. Granger didn't think their daughter was scary at all, just feeling more and more that their daughter had grown up, and they were truly relieved.
A few minutes later, the meeting room door was opened, and a group of people that the public did not recognize at all walked into the meeting room.
Hermione raised her hand and pointed to them one by one to introduce them. After she finished introducing their identities, these people happened to sit in their seats.
"Alright, everyone, let's skip the pleasantries."
Nodding to the security personnel, the security personnel immediately handed out purple-covered files to some of them.
Hermione leaned back in her chair, clasping her hands, watching these people calmly.
"You are basically the same type of people, and your methods are very similar: using financial traps to directly control the UK's real industry and monopolizing the UK's commodities."
"The people who truly run real industries for ordinary British citizens are cheated by you until they lose everything. Then you transfer the UK's wealth out, and the most frequent transfer location is, of course, the US, followed by other countries controlled by people like you."
Those holding the purple files put them down casually, looking at Hermione completely unmoved.
So what if they did do it? It wasn't like there hadn't been leaders like her in history who wanted to deal with them, but what happened in the end?
They remained standing, while those who wanted to deal with them failed.
Seeing their unmoved appearance, Hermione raised the corners of her mouth mockingly. "I am giving you a chance now. Transfer back all the wealth that belongs to the ordinary citizens of the UK, and then get out of the UK. Those who are willing to do so, raise your hands."
No one raised their hand. In fact, these people were still looking at Hermione with sarcasm. The power behind them could be said to cover the sky with one hand in the world. As a newly appointed prime minister of the UK, who was still a little brat, what could she do to them?
What's more, the UK's military equipment even relied on them to produce. What were they afraid of?
"Very well, it seems you don't need to choose." Hermione nodded to the security personnel next to her. The security personnel immediately took out tablet computers produced by Amanda's factories and placed them in front of these people.
The tablets showed that their bank accounts had been frozen, their companies had been sealed, and the people sealing them were the same group of people in green armor.
Seeing this, the expressions of these people finally changed. Damn it, it was one thing that this girl possessed the technology shown on TV before, but where did she get so many people from?
Before they could figure it out, electromagnetic guns were already pointed at their heads.
"I gave you a chance. Since you don't want it, you don't need to leave the UK at all."
"You! You are destroying the market! You are a tyrant! You are a dictator!"
Nodding without any denial, Hermione smiled and admitted, "I am."
"Whoever is harmful to the ordinary citizens of the UK, I am their tyrant. Whoever is harmful to the ordinary citizens of the UK, I am a dictator to them. If you want to scold me, go ahead. I won't lose anything."
"You like this, you won't last long! You will eventually step down from this position!" another old man, dressed neatly, wearing a top hat and holding a cane, said indignantly.
"No problem," Hermione shrugged. "As long as the ordinary citizens of the UK want it, I will resign and leave immediately. But if this is what you want, sorry, I choose to let you leave the world first."
"And don't say I'm destroying the market. There are many people who come to the UK to make money. The Chinese people who do business like you, why don't I bother them? Because they are doing business honestly."
"And you, you are genuinely harming the ordinary citizens of the UK."
Nodding to the security personnel, the security personnel immediately pulled those people up, dragging them out of the meeting room. Then, a burst of electromagnetic gun current sounds rang out, and everything returned to calm.
"My God..."
"Even though she is a girl, this, this is really too cool!"
"If this is a dream I'm having, then this must be the best dream of my life."
Countless people watching the live broadcast were whispering. On the computers beside them were the evidence that Hermione had signaled the official website to publish in advance.
After seeing this evidence and then watching Hermione deal with these people, they just felt that what she did was truly great!
Hermione softened her expression and looked at the others present with a smile. "So, everyone, let's talk about the overall price reduction and wage increase."
The remaining people's bodies shook collectively, and they stiffly turned their heads from the direction of the door to look at Hermione.
"Thanks to my dear lover, she worked very hard to calculate your costs in advance, calculated the lowest selling price you should be able to accept, and determined on this basis that even at this selling price, your luxurious life will not be affected in the slightest."
There was one more thing Hermione didn't say, which was that when Amanda calculated these, she actually left some leeway for these people. If these industries were all taken over by Amanda like in the Wizarding World.
The prices would probably be lower, and the wages offered would be higher... because she would compress her own profits to the minimum.
But for these people, Amanda had already been very lenient.
"This is the bottom line we have offered. It won't affect your current luxurious life, will it? So, will you sign or not? It's up to you to decide."
"Don't worry, even if you don't sign, I guarantee I won't touch you. You're not worth it yet."
Smiling "kindly" to give the guarantee, Hermione added in her heart, of course, those who don't sign will have their entire industrial chain replaced by her Amanda within a week~
Who among those present wasn't an expert, who wasn't a smart person?
Just now, this Prime Minister Granger used thunderous means, and now she's so gentle to them? Who would believe it?
It must be that although she won't attack them, there are definitely other tricks waiting for them.
So... better sign it. At least Prime Minister Granger was right; at this selling price and this wage, they really wouldn't become poor, just hurt, very hurt.
Watching everyone present bow their heads and sign, Hermione smiled with satisfaction. "Thank you for your cooperation. On behalf of the ordinary citizens of the UK, I thank you all."
As she spoke, she stood up and nodded to these people present.
These people also hurriedly stood up, accompanying her with smiles, nodding and bowing. "Prime Minister Granger is too polite."
"For the UK, for the welfare of the ordinary citizens, we are duty-bound."
"If Prime Minister Granger needs help in the future, please don't hesitate to find us. We will definitely support you."
Listening to these people's high-sounding words, Hermione didn't expose them, just nodded gently with a smile and agreed.
Anyway, as long as it's good for ordinary citizens, what they think in their hearts has nothing to do with her, Hermione Granger.
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