Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

Tom looked at Zhang Qiyuan rather resentfully: "My biggest task now is to take good care of the chairman."

Send the chairman out of the magical world smoothly.

The old guys ganged up on him.

It's easy to sideline a young man like him.

"It seems that you don't have much say." Zhang Qiyuan smiled slightly, "The Zhang family raised you to this position, not to let you be a puppet."

Tom agreed: "Yes, we still need a breakthrough." So he had to keep calm and wait for a suitable opportunity.

Zhang Qiyuan finished his multi-flavored beans contentedly and continued to drink freshly squeezed strawberry juice. For some reason, the strawberry juice from the Malfoy family was particularly sweet and sour, with a unique strawberry fragrance.

"You are very patient, but you can't just do nothing."

In other words, get to work!!

Tom has also read a lot of history books. War is the best weapon to reshape the world. But now the world pattern has been initially formed, and the small wizarding world is gradually returning to stability.

"Perhaps it will ignite an unexpected war..."

Tom pondered for a long time, but before he finished speaking, Zhang Qiyuan put down the cup, slapped Tom on the head, and then rubbed his black curly hair heavily: "Xiao Ke just complained to me that too many people died in the war, and there were not enough people to work."

Tom always felt that the chairman treated him like a dog, who would scold him when he was dissatisfied, and then give him a sweet reward.

"Then we can only prolong the battle and use gentler means." But the efficiency is very slow.

Zhang Qiyuan looked at Tom's curled eyelashes and had evil thoughts. He flicked them with his fingers, causing Tom to close his eyes helplessly, fearing that Zhang Qiyuan would suddenly look into his eyes again.

"The lead-in rhythm can be a little gentle, and then there can be a thunderous blow at the end."

Tom held Zhang Qiyuan's wrist and opened his eyes tentatively: "Boil the frog in warm water?"

Zhang Qiyuan turned his wrist and slapped Tom's hand hard: "I just want you to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. Anyway, in the eyes of those old guys, you are just this character, so just use it."

Tom looked at the red marks on the back of his hand and felt that the chairman was really covered with poisonous thorns, like the reincarnation of a poisonous thorn.

"If you don't like dead people, then start a financial war. The wizarding world's financial system is very simple."

Zhang Qiyuan nodded when he heard this. He was very pleased with Tom who was honestly thinking of a solution. He handed Tom a green grape and said, "Break down the old system and establish a new one."

"What do you think?"

Tom was eating green grapes. As expected, the chairman's things were not so easy to get. He sighed again.

Fortunately, Abu, who had been playing the role of a house-elf, came over with the tools and materials needed for painting.

As for why the only son of the Malfoy family, the future head of the Malfoy family, became a servant.

Haha, Abu said: The father sells his son for fame.

"Chairman, is there anything else you need?" Abu was dressed casually, his light blond hair still dazzling. When he walked over, he saw Tom and the chairman "flirting".

It's actually just a dog training another dog.

Abu didn't think so. He just thought Tom was worthy of being Lord.

Zhang Qiyuan looked at the retro and gorgeous easel and thought it was pretty good. The brushes prepared were also complete, the paint was of sufficient quality, and vegetable oil was used to mix the paint.

It is the oil extracted from marine plants specified by Zhang Qiyuan.

"Well prepared." Zhang Qiyuan began to mix the pigments first. This step was crucial because today's painting was not an ordinary painting. He needed to lock the indescribable aura left by his old boss into a painting.

Because during the few days he stayed at the Malfoy's house, he found that the indescribable aura not only did not decrease, but also tended to increase.

Maybe Boss Squid has been too idle recently.

Didn’t you say you can watch the live broadcast?

Is it that the squid boss can’t afford the equipment?

Tsk, we can’t let His aura continue to spread, otherwise his kingdom of God will become something unknown.

He didn't want all of his followers to be crawling pieces of contaminated flesh.

"You have to take care of your hair." Zhang Qiyuan looked at Abu who was helping him. His smooth blond hair looked like silk. "Your father's hairline looks a bit dangerous."

Before Abu could speak, Tom spoke first: "This is a genetic problem, Chairman."

Abu wanted to roll his eyes, but he held back: "Lord, then you have excellent genes."

A weird smell.

Zhang Qiyuan mixed the paint and applied the first stroke of oil paint on the canvas, the color of the deep sea, with the brush wrapped in paint and spreading it over a large area of ​​white.

Tom instantly smelled a fishy smell of the sea and became alert reflexively. He knew that the chairman's painting might be something extraordinary.

Zhang Qiyuan saw Tom's expression from the corner of his eye and said, "Let's continue with the previous topic. What do you think?"

Tom forced himself not to look at the painting, nor let Abu look at it. He pulled Abu to sit behind the drawing board.

Abu was still a little confused, but Tom's next words immediately made his heart rise to his throat.

"Gringotts."

Abu: The Malfoy family's wealth is stored there! Is Lord going to take over Gringotts?

Zhang Qiyuan took a deep breath and glanced at Tom: "You guys leave first. Abu, get ready and ask your father to open the underground collection room."

The power of this painting is a little beyond imagination.

Just after applying the basic color tone, I felt tremendous pressure.

As for why it should be stored in the Malfoy family's basement, it is because there are a vast collection of black magic books there, and the basic defense is pretty good. When the time comes, let the old boss feel the influence of the black magic from another world.

Tom and Abu left, each with a different mood.

"Lord, are you going to attack Gringotts?" After Abu conveyed the chairman's intention, he returned to the hall, where he could see the place where the chairman was painting. It was a good view.

Tom was quite perceptive. He glanced at the dark clouds rolling in the sky. There was always a fishy smell in the moist clouds.

"I don't think we'll be using physical magic this time," Tom said absentmindedly, "and it's too early to tell."

Abu noticed that Tom was distracted and changed the subject: "Chairman, is the painting dangerous?"

Malfoy's intuitive gift.

Tom stared at Abu with his dark eyes: "Don't pay attention to the painting, just pretend it doesn't exist." It was an existence that even the chairman was afraid of, as if it could blur and manipulate people's senses and minds.

In the realm of God, humans are too fragile, comparable to ants.

Don't pry was the first lesson Tom learned with his own eyes.

Abu was frightened by the seriousness and solemnity in Tom's words. He nodded: "I understand."

Zhang Qiyuan, who was painting, splashed ink with his brush without sparing his spirituality. The painting under the deep sea seemed to come alive. He helplessly looked at the shadowy and sliding tentacles on it.

"Boss Wu, if you have anything to talk to me about, we can talk later."

After Zhang Qiyuan finished muttering, he quickly cut his ten fingers, gave up the brush and paint, and re-dye the deep sea with the blood mixed with gold.

This move is a bit like a provocation.

So deep in the corner of his soul, where he had locked himself up, Zhang Qiyuan heard Boss Wu's roar.

"Well, you're not a good boss, and I'm not a good employee. We've both resigned, so there's no need to be attached to each other."

Echoes from the deep sea, indescribable whispers, Zhang Qiyuan felt like something was about to break through this body. He blinked, and the power of fate once again suppressed this sudden pollution.

Even if you climb out of the deep sea, there is always the risk of falling back into the deep sea.

He is worthy of being the master of the super world.

"I have a bad temper too, my dear Lord."

Zhang Qiyuan said this with a smile, then pressed his bleeding fingertips hard on the squirming figure in the painting.

The threads containing the energy of authority are woven densely and finely.

In the gloomy and depressing deep sea, a golden cage hangs high, and there seem to be living, restless tentacles inside.

"Tsk, it looks like grilled squid. I want a super giant squid. Slurp."

Zhang Qiyuan rolled up the painting, took a lock of hair, tied it up and tied a knot.

When the time comes, he may need this painting to help him cut off the connection with the deep sea.

But there is no end in sight, and the wheel of fate has almost stopped turning. Who cares? It may take tens of thousands of years before we see a glimmer of hope.