McGonagall looked at the picture book in Hill''s hand and said with a smile, "Annie''s work is very good. I like it very much."

    "Yes, it''s one of the best picture books I''ve ever seen. Annie''s talent in painting is amazing in both style and story." Hill nodded with a smile and said, "but what I''m more curious about is the method of copying this picture book."

    Straight to the core.

    She still likes this way of speaking.

    "Are you interested?" MEG looks at hill.

    "Yes, 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 voice."

    McGonagall laughed and looked at Hill''s eyes.

    A small picture book, a little smart people will change hands to earn a little money, people in the industry may be able to feel the opportunity, but Hill saw the opportunity to fight for the right to speak.

    He is an old capitalist.

    The emergence of color printing, for Norland''s current paper media, is tantamount to dimension reduction.

    It''s a simple analogy. Now, if anyone can publish a full-color magazine, whether it''s a geography magazine that introduces local customs, or a playboy with an enchanting cover of Miss charming, or even just a food magazine, they can easily seize a huge market.

    What''s more, other magazines have no power to fight back.

    Color is so amazing, and that''s why people on earth continue to pursue resolution.

    The profit of the magazine itself is not so important, as long as the sales volume reaches an order of magnitude, it can become a channel with wide influence.

    Whether it''s advertising or manifesting certain ideas, it''s a very powerful voice channel.

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

    Unfortunately, MEG has only one nuclear printer in his hand.

    Although the printing speed should barely keep up with Hill''s ambition, it''s hard for him to explain how such a high-end thing was made.

    He just provided a drawing of the steam engine, and then hill built a strong siege lion team with his ability to use money, and finally overcame many difficulties.

    But this nuclear power... Even if he has a brain from the earth, it''s not enough!

    As for color printing, he also had to sort out the knowledge in his mind, and then determine how to create a less exaggerated but enough printing press.

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

    "In fact, so far, it''s just an immature idea, and the output is only enough for one thousand picture books a day." MEG shook his head.

    Hill said thoughtfully, "are you going to do it yourself this time?"

    "So far." McGonagall nodded and said calmly, "you know, I didn''t have much ambition. At the beginning, I just wanted to let the children''s works have color and let more people enjoy it."

    "White whoring monster! shame on you! hetui！” Make complaints about the system.

    Hill was stunned. He opened his mouth slightly and looked at MEG strangely.

    She did not 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 spread.

    "He''s such a good man." Hill couldn''t help thinking that McGonagall''s image was a little bigger in her heart.

    Can cook, and wise, considerate care for family, is indeed a good man, a good father.

    By the way, besides being a landlady, it seems that it''s good to be his daughter.

    It''s just dad.

    Hill blushed, drove away the strange idea in his mind, looked at McGonagall and said, "in that case, I''ll wait for Mr. McGonagall to cooperate when he wants to use this technology more widely. I hope he can think of me at the first time. I''m willing to provide Mr. McGonagall with all his needs."

    "All right." MEG nodded.

    In terms of wealth, no one can match hill.

    And as a businessman, working with hill is more reassuring than working with a certain force or race.

    As long as the distribution of interests is reasonable enough, the cooperation will be very stable, and there is no need to worry about all of them.

    Hill took a sip of tea. The faint fragrance of chrysanthemum lingered in his mouth, fresh and warm. He put down the cup, lifted his hair and said casually, "it seems that Mr. McGonagall has never mentioned the boss''s wife."

    As soon as the words came out, Hill''s face turned red first, and her heart began to beat wildly. How could she ask!

    McGonagall was a little stunned, looking at hill with a slightly strange expression. It seems that the relationship between them is not personal, right?

    and,

    She suddenly asked the landlady what was the matter?

    What''s the matter with her blush?

    Is

    She wants to go to my printing press for nothing?!

    "Madame, I''m not too worried. I heard that people are queuing up at the gate of the city." McGonagall said with a smile, looking at hill with a slightly wary eye. "Miss Hill has a crush on someone?"

    If there is, it''s OK. If not, he should be careful.

    Wuji is right. Beautiful women are liars.

    Hill''s face was burning with Meg''s gaze.

    But what does he mean by this question?

    Everyone knows that she is beautiful, talented and beautiful, and there is no man worthy of her in the city of chaos, let alone in her eyes.

    Of course, that was before.

    Today, all of a sudden, she thought MEG was good, too.

    Although she is a little older than her, she looks more mature and keeps a good figure. Under her shirt, her straight figure can be seen, and her slender fingers are very beautiful. Even though she just finished her work from the kitchen, she doesn''t feel greasy.

    So is he trying to see if there is a chance?

    "Those who take me as their favorite will probably be able to line up outside the gate of the city, but they don''t have my favorite." Hill said calmly.

    McGonagall''s brow was slightly raised. He met his fellow.

    He''s at the gate, she''s at the gate.

    However, as the first single rich woman in the city of chaos, hill, who has money, face and figure, is definitely the favorite of many men.

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

    McGonagall felt that if he yelled this sentence now, he might be on the way to heaven.

    Of course, the biggest risk of this road is not in bed, but may be cut to death by Elena in the middle.

    Besides, McGonagall doesn''t think that this smart business tycoon will really be fascinated by such a chef as him. This kind of story often only happens in fairy tales that cheat children.

    So, she just wanted to pay for the printer.

    "I refuse."

    Meg said.