Qin Fen's Path to Becoming a Master Pitfall Maker Goes International

Qin Fen put away his phone, stored the two halves of the Magic Brush, and left with the Four Treasures of the Study. He owed them a huge favor today. The Magic Brush could not be measured by a mere million or so in cash. Since they wanted a painting, he would paint one. Either way, he was not losing out.

Qin Fen carried his things out of the bedroom, and the three of them immediately lit up.

After composing himself, Qin Fen silently prepared to paint.

By sheer coincidence, the moment the Heavenly God's voice vanished, Mitsui's boiling enthusiasm began to surge.

He spun around, his robes fluttering. That Invincible East outfit perfectly matched Chef Qin's oversized account, Dong Re—sunrise in the east, I alone remained undefeated!

"Just now, I spoke with the Heavenly God. The Heavenly God was very talkative and said many things. I benefited greatly from it. He was also very kind, unlike other gods. He let me feel the warmth of divine grace as vast as the sea."

Mitsui was smug. The moment he opened his mouth, he made sure his subordinates knew that he and the Heavenly God got along splendidly, that they had talked well and had a good relationship. He was the spokesman. They needed to understand that opposing him meant opposing the Heavenly God. He alone was the one chosen by fate.

The chuuni Mitsui was not actually stupid. He was just single-minded.

"May Your Majesty enjoy ten thousand blessings!" All the ministers dropped to their knees, lowering their heads firmly. They had no idea what new trick this man intended to pull today.

Honestly, changing the name of the capital had already been childish enough. Now even the national flag had been decided in such a bizarre, fucked-up manner, along