"Oh?" Nigel paused, "Tell me about it?" "It's good to get on the big ship of Malfoy soon, even if you know a little more.

Rig's mind raced, "Hmm...... As I passed by the first floor, I heard Grandma Jennifer talking to herself, and I hesitated to tell us. In the Malfoy family meeting, they said that they would annex our Dai family if they had the chance, and they didn't really want to cooperate with us! ”

Nigel only smiled when he heard this, "Baby, you are still young, just leave these things to us, you don't have to worry about this." ”

Nigel, the head of the clan, was not a simple-minded man, and he never underestimated Lucius Malfoy's old fox.

Looking at his father's attitude, recalling what his mother said when he was on the first floor, Rig's heart sank.

Oh no, the family is really willing to become a subsidiary of the Malfoy family in exchange for survival, then I'm afraid the prepared analysis of the Slytherin situation is useless.

Looking at his unmoved father, Rig could only use his killer move, "Father, isn't the literati just a well-selling quill?" ”

"Isn't it?" Nigel, who had been immersed in a low mood, was amused by Rig's childlike speech.

How can a child know how difficult it is to develop a best-selling product? I couldn't help but sigh when I thought of the color-changing quill that I had studied with my clansmen, the special shape of the quill that could be rolled up, and even the feathers that had been scrapped from hard labor. It's really hard to research and develop, how can it be easy to sell goods or research magic.

"Mother is teaching me the basics of magic," Rig said with an innocent look, as if his ideas really came from life, "The quill is so expensive, I can use 12 in a day!" If I could replace the nib and continue to use it, I would definitely buy a lot of this quill! ”

"Are you eating quills? How do you use 12 sticks a day? And you know what? Nigel felt even happier, "A pen can last a long time, what kind of quill do we sell?" ”

Shaking his head, Nigel was amused by the vague anticipation he had just had, was this a sudden illness and rushing to the doctor? Even the speech of a ten-year-old child made him look forward to it, but the life-saving straw will not appear from the sky, and he can save himself.

Nigel's expression became more and more determined, "Let's go, Rig", Rig wanted to say something more, but his father stopped him and pressed his shoulders forward.

"Needless to say, I know you don't want to go back to Slytherin or be little Malfoy's sidekick, but life is like this, we can't save the literati, so we have to change our lives."

Rig felt the strength of his father's unrefusable on his shoulder, and was directly dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, after being busy for a long time, he strengthened the pace of the cheap dad to run to the Malfoy family. But it shouldn't, the ballpoint pen that can replace the refill is a cross-era invention, with small profits and quick turnover, and how many manufacturers have been fed.

After taking two steps, Nigel couldn't bear it anymore, "Rog baby, I know you still have something to say, it's okay, you and I can talk slowly when the banquet is over." The banquet is about to begin, and I need to get some preparations first. ”

Seeing that Rig's expression did not improve, Nigel promised many toys that Rig, who was originally ten years old, wanted, and then walked downstairs quickly, greeted the guests who arrived first, and left Rigel to hold his hand.

Rig finished dealing with Nigel with a happy mask, only to feel that it was completely over, he was going to be a little Malfoy's dog, maybe he would have to kiss Voldemort's boots in the future, and I wouldn't be happy with how many toys you gave me!

How can this be JPG.

Rig was in despair. Habitually raising his hand to touch his pocket, he remembered the dress he was wearing today, and he couldn't hold anything.

Wait, can't hold anything?! Rig's eyes lit up, and he still had that half-finished quills in his room! I put it in the room because I couldn't fit it before, and I didn't finish it completely.

Rig galloped all the way through the banquet hall to his room, telling his mother "Watch your manners!!" The roar was left behind.

Thinking of his mother, I was afraid that I had to cover my face with a fan, pretending that nothing had happened, and continuing to greet other noble ladies, Rig didn't think it was noisy, but only funny.

Of course, the first priority is to finish the semi-finished quills roughly before going to my father! I was still too anxious to plan before, if my father had business acumen, the literati would not have fallen into such a situation at all. Therefore, if it is not his own invention, it is not in kind, and my father can't see its feasibility and commercial value at all!

Thinking of this, Rig looked at the time, there was still half an hour before the dinner began, and according to the custom, the guests had to greet and socialize for a while before they got down to business, and his father and Malfoy took the stage together to announce the "good news".

Just do what you say, I'm not weaker than others in my life, "Iron belly saves my ————"

With a popping sound, a house-elf who looked like a potato sprout wearing a uniform with the words "Literati Residence" immediately appeared, and his already sharp voice was almost about to burst, "What's the matter, my respected little master of Rig, what danger have you encountered!" When today's dinner is over, I will go and ask the most respected patriarch for guilt, I really deserve to die, I didn't take good care of the little master! ”

"Oh no," said Rig, forgetting the nature of house-elves, "no, I'm going to die!" ”

Iron Belly was anxious and sent more than a dozen detection magic in a row, "Little master, what's wrong with you, where is it uncomfortable and uncomfortable, I will immediately notify the most respected patriarch!" ”

Rig lay down on the ground, "My toy is broken, and if I can't fix it, I'm going to die!" ”

The house-elf iron belly breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up from the ground tremblingly, no way, the legs of fear were weak, even if all the detection magic showed normal, it was difficult to guarantee that the little master was not caught by some rare curse.

Rig pointed to the improvised quill shaft and nib he had studied for a long time, and commanded the Iron Belly to unleash one spell after another.

"Yes, yes, the nib should be separated from the body of the quill."

"Divided!"

"It's not! Who made you completely shattered oops, to separate but still on top, on when on still stick! ”

"Restored to normal?"

Rig was helpless.

As the minutes ticked by, the dinner on the first floor of the banquet hall had already begun.

Nigel smiled and greeted the patriarchs of the pure-blood families he hadn't seen for a long time, next to Lucius Malfoy, who was smiling arrogantly; Mother Stephanie was chatting with Narcissa Malfoy, complimenting Draco Malfoy from time to time, touting little Malfoy as if he was in the world, and his chin was raised higher and higher, which was the only thing Stephanie could do for her Rig.

Back to Rig's room.

"It's done! Hahahahaha! Rig laughed at the simple replaceable quills he had just made, although the function was not as good as he expected, but what kind of bicycle does he want for the product that was urgently designed in two days, it can be used!

Finally, he kissed the replaceable quill, and Rig thought to himself, either you run on the parchment, or I run, and one of us can run!