After the full level of all professions

Soon, several senior elf alchemists came to the paper mill and studied hard paper by adding vitriol, glue, waxing and other methods to solve the problem that the quill pen could not write and paint on soft paper.

Of course, this research will take a certain amount of time and cannot be accomplished overnight.

Just as the Elf Elder was desperately studying hard paper, Robb started to play with new things again.

That evening, a carver came to Robb's church, stood by the stone table, and said respectfully: "God father, I heard that you have something to do with me."

(PS: Because the English of that word is listed as a banned language, it can't be typed out, so it will be called God's father from now on.)

This sculptor was the one who helped Robb last time when he made a large model of the capital of the saints. Of course, he made a lot of manual expenses last time and made a small fortune. , So this time I heard Robb's summons and ran over quickly.

Robb took out a page of paper with cartoons and handed it to the engraver with a smile: "Look at this picture."

"Oh, I'm finished." The sculptor said with a dumb face: "What the hell is this kind of infant painting? What do you want me to do?"

Robb said, "I want you to engrave the things drawn on this piece of paper on a flat large wooden board in reverse, like a seal."

The sculptor understood at once. After all, the seal has been invented for a long time in this world. The sculptor is an expert in this field, and of course he understands it immediately: "God father, you make a large wooden board and then apply it. Ink, just cover it on the paper and there will be a picture exactly the same, right?"

"Bingo!" Robb smiled: "You guys are on the road, you can understand it as soon as you listen."

The sculptor laughed and said, "Thank God's father for the praise. The villain has no other skills. He has been involved in carving all his life. Of course, he knows this aspect very quickly."

"That's good." Robb said: "Do you know other carver friends?"

"Of course we know, there are not many craftsmen in our profession, but in this holy city Westwind, there are also a dozen people who know each other. After all, they eat a craft meal. See you when you look up."

"Very well, I want all of these ten people." Robb said, "I plan to build a Westwind printing factory. You will be the first director. All other engravers are highly paid and invited to make carvings for me. Board, let’s start engraving immediately."

"Huh huh?" The engraver thought it was a one-time job, but he didn't expect this thing to be turned into a factory.

As a Westwind man, in the past two years, he has seen various factories created by God’s father. Each factory can make a lot of money, and all those who hold important positions in these factories have posted Fortune, to be honest, it is impossible not to be jealous.

But he himself knew that his technique was rather partial, and it was almost impossible to be admired by those factories. At most, when the factories were to make some decorations, he asked him to sculpt them, settle the wages at a time, and be hungry. Earn some living expenses for one meal.

Now I hear God’s father say that if you want to build a factory, you have to be the director of the factory yourself. That’s really a joy.

Without even thinking about it, he replied, "Ah, great! How to do this?"

"It's very simple." Robb said with a smile: "You and your engravers and friends will make a large number of engraving plates, and then, as you said just now, apply ink and print a piece of this on the paper. Picture, and then bind many pictures together, it becomes a book, hehehe!"

The engraver said: "But, isn't this a one-time job? Are you sure you need to build a factory? If you don't receive such a job in the future, isn't the factory going to collapse?"

"Cut, who told you that you won't be able to receive similar jobs in the future? I'll tell you that you will be soft when you receive this job." Robb smiled: "You can rent an old house for engraving. My name is Baihua. The mayor came over to build another printing plant for me. Before the factory is built, you use the rental room to do the initial engraving printing. I want to see my comic book printed as quickly as possible."

"Understand, I will do it well." The carver hurried to find his friends.

After a while, more than a dozen engravers came together, took dozens of thick pages of rice paper from Robb, and punched the content of the first episode of Superman, and thus began the vigorous engraving plan...

A few more days...

The hottest time came in 1346, and the west wind of the holy city once again entered the time of short sleeves.

All the nobles who pursued fashion unanimously imitated God's father, wearing fancy beach shorts and short-sleeved T-shirts, making the whole holy city Westwind look like the nest of a bad group.

However, these people are unconscious, thinking that they are dressed in high-end style.

The most annoying thing is that this trend followed the railway and spread to the original stone canyon, Nanli Village, and even the Guangming Road. After spreading, half of Siege was filled with a frenzy. Diosi breath.

Robb was eating a big popsicle on a stone chair, and he saw the engraver, oh, no, now the director of the printing factory ran over and gave a big gift in front of Robb, and then commanded With several subordinates, he placed a thin book in Robb's hands.

This book is very large, a circle larger than A4 paper. If it is compared in modern times, it is about the same as the format of a magazine. It is printed on crude rice paper. The whole book is only forty pages. It's only worthy of the first episode of One Punch Man, so it's a very thin book.

The head of the printing house said: "According to your instructions, this book has finally been printed. The first 500 copies have been printed."

Robb flipped through it casually. Okay, it's not too much to describe it as shoddy, it's just blunt, but the first book can be printed like this, and he has nothing to complain about.After all, this is a technical attempt, and it cannot be required to be printed to the grade of "Ruili" from the beginning.

"All right!" Robb smiled and said, "Well, you have done a great job."

"Then we have no work to do?" the printing house manager said awkwardly.

"No, there is more work." Robb took out a stack of paper again: "This is the second volume of One Punch Man. Take it and engrave it quickly. Also, don't throw away the engraving of the first volume. Be ready at any time. Printing the second batch, or even the third and fourth batches, depends on the sales volume."

The head of the printing house was gone. Rob asked Lilian to call Elsie. The latter had no war to fight recently and was a little idle. He took his five hundred soldiers to roam around all day, except for coming to Robb every day. Apart from brushing his face, he didn't do anything, just let him help sell comics.

Chapter 633 There Is No Second Such Excellent Painter In The World

Hearing that God's father called, Elsie came quickly.

He has nothing to do recently, that is, he comes to ask Robb every day to brush his face.

This is a big crisis for Elsie. For people like him who desperately want to consolidate their position in the boss's heart, they can't wait for the boss to leave it to himself every day.

Once he had nothing to do, he worried that he would be forgotten by the boss, marginalized, and finally kicked out of the center of power.

So, now that there is something to do, it’s not a bad idea. With two of his men, Fei also came to the church. Standing opposite Robb, he respectfully said: "God father, I heard that you have something to call, you The loyal subordinate Elsie rushed over immediately and waited for your dispatch. No matter how dangerous it is, the subordinates will do their best to complete."

"Don't come to this one." Robb smiled: "I know that there is no danger in doing things for me, even if I die, I can be resurrected."

Elsie smiled awkwardly.

Robb said, "I asked you to help me sell some books. Anyway, you are idle and you are idle. You must be happy to do something."

Elsie patted her chest and said, "Of course, since the movie war, I have been idle for several months, and I am getting sick soon. I am a very diligent person. I feel uncomfortable, especially like working for God’s father. Sell books and other things to me as soon as possible."

Robb dumbfoundedly took out the first book of his One Punch Man, and handed it to Elsie: "This is the book, this is a sample. You can pick up the goods at the printing factory. There are five hundred copies there. Take them out. Sell ​​it in towns, pay attention, and recommend it to young people. Older people shouldn't like this thing, but young people should feel good."

Elsie took the book, but didn't open it immediately to read the content. His eyes first glanced at the lower left corner of the cover, and saw a small line printed there: Father of God!

Seeing this line of small characters, he knew it in his heart. Of course, he pretended not to see it at all on the surface. After taking a deep breath, with a pious attitude, he turned to the first page and saw the painting style at first glance. At that time, Elsie took a breath on the spot, and I wiped it. What kind of kid painting is this?

However, he didn't spit out this old slot, but digested it lightly in his heart, and then, his face straightened, and he said seriously: "Wow! My God! What an excellent painting this is, look at this line. , Look at this brushwork, look at the delicate feeling, how deep the connotation, I was deeply moved by this painting, the best painter in the world can paint nothing but this, although I don’t know who the author is, But I know he must be the best painter in the world. This is art. This is art without understanding. I feel that my soul has been purified. I want to buy this book and take it back to my children and grandchildren. Look."

Robb: "..."

The two men behind Elsie were sweating immediately and thought: My head, are you too ridiculous?We are really convinced.

Elsina pretended to be inadvertent and shocked everyone, even Robb could not speak for a while.

Elsie didn’t blush at all, and closed the book again: “Let’s see who the painter is?” He pretended to search on the cover, made a “finally found” expression, and pointed to the one in the lower left corner. "God's father" said: "It turns out to be the work of God's father, no wonder, no wonder, I was thinking just now, where in the world can anyone draw such a beautiful picture, it turned out to be a painting by God's father, alas! I should have thought, besides you, where is there a second such outstanding painter in the world..."

"I wipe it!" Robb kicked Elsie out: "It's too ridiculous. I don't think this painting can be seen. This book sells mainly stories, not pictures."

Elsie got up from the ground with a sullen face: "The story is of course also excellent first-class, so touching..."

"It's touching your size, it's obviously an invincible pretend story." Robb scolded: "Fuck off, go and sell me the book, don't make unreliable praise here."

Elsie turned around and ran, and flew away to the printing house. His two subordinates were chasing behind with sweating profusely. It took a while to catch up to Elsie, and said embarrassingly: "Head, you It seems to be flattering too much, so even we all know that we are bluffing. Will this be counterproductive? God's father might be angry."