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

Gu Jiting was speechless. Yes, once the wheel of fate starts turning, it will affect the fate of everyone in the world.

In short, a global war.

If it's a melee, the timeline will be quite long and no one can be sure of the final winner.

"The chairman's solution is fair. If enough people want to restart, then everything will be reshuffled." Gu Jiting saw a student sense the movement of the falling thread of fate.

The student didn't seem to take it seriously and continued to read and do his homework with his head down.

But Gu Jiting knew that this student had already reached the threshold, and even if this line of fate was not touched now, there would be opportunities in the future.

What exactly is this opportunity?

Gu Jiting can’t see through it now, but it doesn’t matter, he will see it clearly in the future.

Zhang Xiaojiong glanced at Gu Jiting and said, "The chairman is God." God is fair and he gives equal rights to everyone.

Perhaps ordinary people will never know in their entire lives that they hold a vote in their hands.

This ticket concerns world peace, the direction of the world, and the future of everyone.

Gu Jiting walked down the stairs step by step: "Do you want to follow the chairman to ascend?" Just like Mr. Voldemort.

Zhang Xiaojiong looked calm: "I don't know, let's take it one step at a time and let nature take its course." Besides, she didn't have as strong willpower as Mr. Voldemort.

How many experiments have been done in order to ascend to heaven, and half of my life was lost every time. This mentality is too strong!

As expected of the person in charge of the European region, he is really courageous.

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Zhang Qiyuan rested at home for a while and started knitting a sweater for Xiao Shijie.

Zhang Haike watched Zhang Qiyuan's skillful knitting movements, and for some reason, he felt pain in his eyes.

"You really don't plan to choose a successor?"

Zhang Qiyuan finished crocheting the golden one and continued crocheting the purple one. Hearing this, he didn't even raise his head and said, "Why did you choose this one?"

Zhang Haike sat in the boss chair and looked at Zhang Qiyuan quietly for a long time. He lowered his head and signed a document. He still chose to ask: "Can Jiang Taigong guarantee the Zhou Dynasty's 800 years of national prosperity..."

"I'm not Jiang Taigong, Zhang Haike. The future of the Zhang family is still in your hands, in the hands of the Zhang family." Zhang Qiyuan stopped, his fingers touching the silver hook, his eyes indifferent, "I'm not a god who can do whatever he wants."

He has always believed that his destiny is in his own hands.

Greedy people don't last long.

He still hoped that the Zhang family could exercise restraint, but at the moment it seemed that this behemoth had a good appetite but just didn't develop its brain well.

So, he still has to knit sweaters.

When the time comes, put on a little sweater for those guys with underdeveloped brains.

Zhang Haike was frightened by Zhang Qiyuan's eyes at first, and then he fell into anxiety. Unknowingly, Zhang Qiyuan had become the Zhang family's stabilizing force.

There is no problem in the Zhang family that cannot be solved by Chairman Zhang Qiyuan.

"So you didn't choose to get rid of the Nine Gates?" Zhang Haike said in a low voice after realizing it belatedly. He didn't know whether he was talking to himself or asking Zhang Qiyuan.

There is no close contact with the next generation of the Nine Gates.

Instead, he chose one from the youngest generation.

This person will become the link between the Zhang family and the New Nine Gates in the future.

But, Chairman, you really have high hopes for this person. I hope this little guy from the Wu family will not disappoint you.

Yes, in Zhang Haike's eyes, nowadays, anything that can make the chairman devote his energy and take a look at it is worth a lot of money.

Value in every sense.

Sometimes, Zhang Haike felt that the Zhang family was just a little thing that Zhang Qiyuan casually made out of mud, and now Zhang Qiyuan, the creator god, was unwilling to continue making mud...

Zhang Qiyuan wanted his creations to have the wisdom to move forward independently.

Is this God?

He does not covet pleasure, nor does he desire power, nor does he pursue wealth.

Everything is like a passing cloud.

Zhang Haike suppressed his pounding heart, and he also suppressed the panic feeling of being abandoned in his heart: "It seems that there is really nothing that can stop you."

But Zhang Qiyuan can easily grab and attract everyone's attention, making everyone unable to help but follow his back.

But he won't stop for anyone.

If someone catches up, then let’s go together.

If you can’t catch up, then goodbye.

Zhang Qiyuan looked at Zhang Haike with a smile. He had experienced countless conversations like this, and had also experienced countless gains and losses: "What you need to do is not to keep me."

Zhang Haike stopped exaggerating this disturbing atmosphere and asked, "Where is the clan leader? Does he know?"

"I know. You gave him hints, didn't you?" Zhang Qiyuan put away the unfinished sweater. "You should relax. Things will work out when the time comes. Maybe you can get a pet to relieve some stress."

Zhang Haike was filled with helplessness, almost drowning him with exhaustion: "Do you want to keep a dog?"

"Get a cat and let it lie on your desk. When you're in a bad mood, you can touch its fur." ​​Zhang Qiyuan thought about it carefully and recommended a cat according to his own preferences. "A black and white cow cat is good."

Lively, cute, tireless, and able to interact in a friendly manner with the owner.

What a perfect fatigue buster.

Zhang Haike grinned and said, "I can't keep this breed. Let's keep a black cat."

But later, after Zhang Qiyuan left, Zhang Haike, by chance, still raised a cow cat. He raised it to be very strong, with muscular body, and it went out to fight every day.

When he is not fighting, he likes to sleep on the sculpture of the patriarch in the center of the square.

Zhang Haike didn't dare to name the cat "Chairman", so he could only call the cat Miss Dong.

Yes, this cow cat that beat everyone in the Zhang family is a little sister.

The gems Zhang Qiyuan left behind were made into a small skirt for her, but Miss Dong never wore it. These flashy things would affect her claw speed! !

With the tattoo, Miss Dong's claws are out faster, so Miss Dong, who has tasted the sweetness, goes to see Grindelwald every day. It's not the kind of coquettishness, but the kind of coquettishness that pulls the pants...

Sometimes Grindelwald even felt that this cat was left by the chairman to ward off evil.

"Meow, Wen, Weng!! Mi Wen!!" Miss Dong meowed angrily. These damn two-legged beasts were not obedient at all, and the most obedient one was not here.

Grindelwald looked at the anxious cow cat and said, "Okay! Sister Dong, let's get the tattoo. Choose the pattern you want carefully."

Miss Dong seemed to really understand and stopped poking holes in Grindelwald's trouser legs: "Meow, no no, Maomao."

"Sister Dong, if you have a tattoo, you must shave your hair." Grindelwald squatted down and communicated with Sister Dong.

Miss Dong's wise eyes seemed to reflect for a moment, she turned around and swung her tail: "Meow."

Grindelwald followed Sister Dong to the research institute. On the way, he reported to Zhang Haike on the progress of Sister Dong's tattoo appointment: "Hey, President, our Sister Dong is very determined..."

Zhang Haike hung up the call.

The chairman can’t be a setting, the cow cat must have become a spirit after the founding of the country.

Zhang Haike thought of Miss Dong, who was full of tendons, throwing punches at him...

Ah, Chairman, your spirit and will are always with me!