When night falls, the study room in Majiazhuang is brightly lit, and the burning candles on the candlesticks sound "crackling" from time to time.

Lao Ma sat behind the desk, he raised his head slightly, and looked at his son standing across from the desk. Mrs. Ma stood at the desk, her worried gaze passing between father and son from time to time.

The three people in the study didn't speak for almost an hour, and it was the old horse who finally broke the silence.

"Do you think I didn't think of the things you proposed?" The old horse said to the pony, "But have you ever thought about the consequences?" ”

The pony nodded.

"In that case, then why are you bringing up these things!" The old horse yelled at the pony, "Do you know how much damage this will do to the Malfoy family!" ”

"When a person is about to die of thirst, a cup of poison can temporarily relieve him from thirst, and perhaps he can find a source of water and a way to detoxify in this time." Ignoring his father's anger, Pony said unflinching, "We've been too high-profile for hundreds of years, so when someone is looking for a fat sheep, the first thing that comes to mind is the Malfoy family, whose gold seems to be running out!" ”

"Draco!" Mrs. Ma cried out in surprise, it was the first time she had seen her son talk to his father like this.

"Don't worry, Narcissa." Lao Ma said to his wife, "It's a good thing that our son has grown up, is sensible, and has his own ideas." ”

"But!" The old pony turned to the pony and said, "I don't see any good things about the Malfoys. ”

Then, in a stern voice, the old horse said, "For a hundred years, whoever has been the Minister of Magic, one of the things they have in common is the prohibition of flying carpets in the skies of England. You know what kind of interest group is behind this. ”

"And you, the son of the Minister of Magic, have openly proposed to open up the import of flying carpets!"

"I think Scrimgeour and the Indians would be happy to give you a two-thousand-pound medal."

"But on the list of foreign trade items, we have no other choice!" Pony exclaimed, "What else is there besides the flying carpet that can make enough profit in a short period of time!" ”

"And, how much energy do they still have in the family that united to resist the flying carpet and let only their broomsticks fly in the air of England? They now pay a tenth of what they used to pay in taxes! ”

"But they still have enough connections, enough favors. As long as they are willing, there will be absolutely no good end for our family. The old horse said.

"Then bring them over too." Pony said calmly, "As long as there is enough interest, they will be on our side." ”

"Just give them a guarantee, and when the Weasleys go bankrupt and they retake the market, we'll ban the import of flying carpets again."

"And we can make consumers think that those flying carpets are made by the British themselves, just by changing the packaging."

The old horse leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

At this point, the pony knowingly didn't bother him.

After a long time, the old horse asked, "Will the Indians tell them to make their flying carpet British?" ”

"I have a plan." Pony said.

"We can find a third-party agent and ask him to buy the flying carpet from India, and then we can buy the flying carpet from him and give it to the family that was originally related to the broomstick."

"On the one hand, we only need to make a little profit to avoid the pretext of importing flying carpets directly from India and import raw materials from other places."

"Do you have a representative?" The old horse asked.

Instead of answering the old horse's question directly, the pony turned to his mother and said, "Mother, you should know the most talked-about piece of gossip a month ago." ”

"You mean the one who took the twin sisters of the Pettier family away at the same time?" Mrs. Ma asked.

The pony nodded, but the old pony frowned and said, "Do you want to be tied to a stone and thrown into the lake to feed the squid?" ”

Pony confidently says, "We can get this done without alerting him." ”

"When we rescued Sister Pettier that day, I knew that he would never let Sister Pettier return to his family. For that purpose, he had to continue that night's performance, at least for the time being. Otherwise, as long as the two sisters are still at Hogwarts, then the Petyr family has an excuse to bring them back. ”

"I can use his agent to talk to the Petyr family about it, and his share of the profits can be used as a dowry for the two sisters. And it can also be used as an excuse that he also wants to surprise the two sisters, so that the Pettier family can keep it a secret from the outside world for the time being. ”

"At that time, the Ministry of Magic will be able to buy the flying carpet back without signing any documents under the cover of this heavy identity, and then sell it to dealers."

"Indians have always wanted to sell the flying carpet to the UK, and this is an opportunity for the Petyr family to make a difference. As long as it is done properly, they will certainly not mind some irregularities in the initial trading. ”

"At that time, from the point of view of the process, the exporter of India in the whole transaction process is the Pettier family, they sold the flying carpet to a non-British, and the Ministry of Magic only imported some raw materials from this non-British, and there is no Malfoy family in it."

After the pony finished speaking, the old horse thought for a while, and then said mercilessly: "There are too many loopholes, you take it for granted, everything is working according to your ideas, if you are writing, you will definitely be scolded to death by the reader." ”

"You haven't reached the point where the world revolves around you, and there are bound to be a lot of unexpected surprises in between. Do you have a plan for dealing with these surprises? ”

In the end, Lao Ma changed his tone and said: "But this method can still be tried, you can find a way to improve your plan, and then you will be responsible for this matter." ”

Lao Ma has no choice now, and he has to try everything in order to make money. It's not that he didn't expect this method, but if it is not operated well, the Malfoy family will have a reputation for betrayal. It's just that the reputation of this situation doesn't have much effect at the moment, so I can only wait until I get through this hurdle. If done well, throw a few more smoke grenades, and then the Malfoys can hide behind their backs.

"Okay." The pony happily replied.

"So let's talk about the second thing." The old horse's eyes became sharp again, "Let the Death Eaters collect their own taxes in the British Division, and only need to pay the part of the quota set by the Ministry of Magic, do you know the consequences of this matter?" ”

"I know." The pony replied, "If the Ministry of Magic had set a quota of 100 Galleons, they would actually levy at least 200 Galleons in that name." ”

"This will lead to looting across the country!"

The pony said casually, "Let's just protect the pure-blood family from being affected, and let the half-bloods and mudbloods feel free." And we can also levy a magic use tax on any non-pure-blood wizard. ”

Under Voldemort, pure-bloods reign supreme, and the death of the "mudbloods" is politically correct, and Pony's approach will not anger Voldemort, but will be appreciated by him.

With Lao Ma's current position, he couldn't find a reason to refute it, after all, this tax could not be levied on his head.

"I'll think about this matter again, and I'll let others bring up the specific details when the time comes, and don't mention this matter to anyone else." The old horse said.

At this time, Lao Ma felt that he was a little tired, although the plans proposed by his son had a certain degree of feasibility, but no matter which one was not a good reputation. However, the next finale problem is the one that gives him the most headache.

"How did you come up with the idea of making money by selling your position in the Ministry of Magic?" The old horse's tone became as cold as ice and snow at this time.