Chapter 2224 Sister, I Don't Want to Work Hard Anymore!

Mag looked at the picture book in Hill's hand, smiled and said: "Annie's work is very good, I like it very much."

"Yes, it's one of the best girly picture books I've ever seen. Annie's drawing talent is amazing, both in terms of style and story." Hill nodded with a smile, and changed the subject, "However, I'm more curious The most important thing is the reproduction method of this picture book."

Straight to the point, straight to the core.

She still likes this way of speaking.

"Are you interested?" Mag looked at Hill.

"Yes, it's like a steam engine. It's hard not to be interested." Hill nodded firmly. "After all, it's a major event that can subvert an industry, and it's always important to be able to control the right to speak."

Mag smiled, looking at Hill with admiration.

A small picture book, people who are a little smart will resell to make a little money, people in the industry may feel the opportunity, but what Hill sees is the opportunity to compete for the right to speak.

The ancestral old capitalist.

The emergence of color printing is tantamount to a dimensionality reduction blow to the current paper media in Nolan Continent.

A very simple analogy, now if anyone can publish a full-color magazine, whether it is a geographical magazine introducing the customs of various places, or a playboy with a charming cover of Miss Succubus, or even a food magazine, they can easily grab it A huge market.

Moreover, other magazines have no power to fight back.

Color is so magical, which is why people on this planet are constantly striving for resolution.

The profitability of the magazine itself is not that important. As long as the sales volume reaches a certain level, it can become a channel with wide influence.

Whether it is an advertisement or a declaration of a certain idea, it is a very powerful channel for speaking out.

Now most of the resources are scattered, but the emergence of color printing, as well as the exclusivity for a period of time, is very likely to change this pattern.

It's a pity that Mag only has a nuclear printer in his hand.

Although the printing speed should be barely able to keep up with Hill's ambition, it was difficult for him to explain how such a high-level thing was manufactured.

He just provided a blueprint for the steam engine, and then Hill used his banknote ability to form a powerful team of siege lions, and finally overcame many difficulties to get it out.

But this nuclear power... Even if he has a brain from the earth, it is not enough at all!

As for color printing, he also had to sort out the knowledge in his mind, and then determine how to fiddle with a printing machine that is not so exaggerated but sufficient for use.

Hill looked at Mag and said seriously: "I don't know, this time, I'm not lucky enough to be able to cooperate with Mr. McGonagall again. I think we should be able to do this well with the cooperation we are familiar with."

"Actually, so far, this is just an immature idea, and the output is only enough for a thousand picture books a day." Mag shook his head.

Hill thought about it: "This time, are you planning to do it yourself?"

"It's like this so far." Mag nodded, and said calmly: "You also know, I don't have much ambition. At first, I just wanted to let children's works have color and let more people appreciate it. .

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"White monster! Shameless! Hetui!" the system complained.

Hill was taken aback, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Mag in disbelief.

She didn't expect that the purpose of solving this problem that has plagued the world for many years is to let children's works have color when they are disseminated.

"He is such a good man." Hill couldn't help thinking in her heart, feeling that the image of Mag in her heart was a little taller.

Knowing how to cook, wise, considerate and caring for his family, he is indeed a good man and a good father.

By the way, besides being the proprietress, being his daughter seems pretty good too.

Just to call Dad.

Hill blushed, drove away the strange thoughts in his mind, looked at Mag and said, "In this case, then I will wait for Mr. McGonagall to use this technology more widely before cooperating. I hope that by then You can think of me at the first time, and I am willing to provide all the needs of Mr. McGonagall."

"Okay." Mag nodded.

In terms of wealth and wealth, no one can match Hill.

And as a businessman, cooperating with Hill is more reassuring than cooperating with a certain force or race.

As long as the distribution of benefits is reasonable enough, the cooperation will be very stable, and there is no need to worry about the various ways in it.

Hill took a sip of tea, and the faint scent of chrysanthemums lingered in his mouth, refreshing and warm. Putting down the teacup, Hill brushed his hair, pretending to be casual, "Mr. McGonagall doesn't seem to have mentioned the matter of the proprietress."

As soon as the words came out, Hill's own face turned red first, and he glanced at Mag from the corner of his eyes, and his heart started beating wildly, why did she ask it out!

Mag was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Hill with a strange expression. Speaking of which, the relationship between them didn't seem to reach the level of discussing private matters, right?

and,

She suddenly asked the proprietress what was going on?

Why is she blushing?

Could it be...

She wants to whore my printing press for nothing? !

"Miss Boss, I'm not too worried. I heard that everyone is queuing up to the gate of the city." Mag smiled and looked at Hill with a slightly vigilant gaze. "Miss Hill has someone in mind?"

If there is, it's okay, if not, then he has to be careful.

Wuji's mother is right, beautiful women are liars.

Hill's cheeks felt a little hot from Mag's stare.

But what does he mean by this question?

Everyone knows that she, Hill Buffett, is as beautiful as a fairy, with both talents and looks. There is no man in Chaos City who is worthy of her, let alone a man who can catch her eyes.

Of course, this was before.

Today she suddenly felt that McGonagall seemed to be good.

Although she is a bit older than her, she looks more mature, her figure is well maintained, her straight figure is faintly visible under the shirt, her slender fingers are beautiful, even though she has just finished work in the kitchen, her body does not feel greasy at all .

So, is he testing his chances?

"Those who are my favorite may be able to line up outside the city gate, but unfortunately there is no one I like." Hill said indifferently.

McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, and met someone of the same kind.

He went to the gate of the city, and she went outside the gate of the city.

However, as the number one rich single woman in the city of chaos, Hill, who is rich, beautiful and has a figure, is definitely the ideal of many men.

"Sister, I don't want to work hard!"

Mag felt that if he yelled this sentence now, he might have embarked on the road of eating soft rice.

Of course, the biggest risk on this road is not the bed, but the possibility of being hacked to death by Irina halfway.

And McGonagall didn't think that this intelligent business tycoon would really be fascinated by a chef like him. This kind of story usually only happens in fairy tales that deceive children.

So, she just wanted to prostitute the printer for nothing.

"I reject."

McGonagall blurted out.

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