Chapter 2224： Sister, I don't want to work hard anymore!

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

"Yes, it's one of the best picture books for girls I have ever seen. Anne's drawing talent is amazing in terms of style and story." Hill nodded with a smile, and said, "However, I am even more curious. It’s the reproduction method of this picture book."

Straightforward, point to the core.

She still likes this way of speaking.

"Are you interested?" McGonagall looked at Hill.

"Yes, like a steam engine, it's hard to be uninterested." Hill nodded firmly. "After all, it is a major event that can subvert an industry, and being able to control the right to speak has always been very important."

McGonagall smiled, watching Hill's gaze with admiration.

A small picture book, a little clever person will change hands to make a little money, people in the industry may be able to feel the opportunity, but what Hill sees is an opportunity to compete for the right to speak.

An ancestral old capitalist.

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

A very simple analogy, now if anyone can publish a full-color magazine, whether it is a geography magazine that introduces local customs, or a **** with enchanting cover of Miss Succubus, or even just a gourmet magazine, it can easily grab it. A huge market.

Moreover, other magazines have nothing to fight back.

Color is so magical, which is why people on the earth continue to pursue resolution.

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

Whether it is an interstitial advertisement or a declaration of a certain idea, it is a very powerful voice channel.

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

It's a pity that McGonagall only has a nuclear printer in his hands.

Although the printing speed should barely be able to keep up with Hill's ambitions, it is difficult for him to explain how such an advanced thing is made.

He just provided a blueprint for the steam engine, and then Hill formed a powerful team of siege lions with the ability to use money, and finally overcame numerous difficulties.

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

As for color printing, he also has to sort out the knowledge in his mind, and then determine how to work out a printing press that is not so exaggerated but sufficient.

Hill looked at McGonagall 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 with the cooperation we are familiar with, I should be able to do this very well."

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

Hill thoughtfully said, "This time, are you planning to do it yourself?"

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

"White prostitute! Shameless! Hetui!" the system vomited.

Hill was stunned, his mouth slightly opened, looking at McGonagall in an incredible way.

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

"He's really a good man." Hill couldn't help thinking in her heart, feeling that McGonagall's image was a little taller in her heart.

He can cook, is wise and caring about his family. He is indeed a good man and a good father.

By the way, besides being the boss's wife, it seems good to be his daughter.

Just to be called Dad.

Hill blushed and drove away the strange thoughts in his mind. He looked at McGonagall and said, "If this is the case, then I will wait for Mr. McGonagall to use this technology more widely before we cooperate. I hope that time will come. Being able to think of me for the first time, I am willing to provide all the needs of Mr. McGonagall."

"Okay." McGonagall nodded.

In terms of wealth, no one can compare to 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 every aspect.

Hill took a sip of tea, the faint scent of chrysanthemum lingering in his mouth, refreshing and warm, put down the tea cup, Hill tucked his hair, pretending to say casually: "Mr. McGonagall seems to have never mentioned the boss's wife."

As soon as he uttered the words, Hill's own face blushed first, and she stared at McGonagall from the corner of her eyes, and her heart began to beat wildly. Why did she ask!

McGonagall was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Hill with a weird expression. Speaking of it, the relationship between them didn't seem to be talking about personal matters, right?

and,

She suddenly asked the lady boss what was going on?

What happened to her blushing?

Could it be...

She wants to use my printing machine for nothing? !

"Madam boss, I'm not too worried, I heard that they are all queuing to the gate of the city." McGonagall smiled and looked at Hill with a slightly wary look. "Miss Hill is interested in someone?"

If it has, it's okay, if it doesn't, then he has to be careful.

Wuji's **** right, beautiful women are liars.

Hill's cheeks were a little hot as McGonagall stared.

But what does he mean by this question?

Everyone knows that Hill Buffett is as beautiful as an immortal, with both talents and appearance. The City of Chaos has no man worthy of her, let alone a man who can see her.

Of course, this is before.

Today she suddenly felt that McGonagall seemed good too.

Although she is a little older than her, she looks more mature and maintains her figure well. The straight figure under the shirt is faintly visible, and her slender fingers are very beautiful. Even if she has just finished working in the kitchen, she does not have the slightest greasy feeling on her body. .

So, is he testing whether there is a chance?

"Those who think of me as the person who likes can also be ranked outside the city gate, but unfortunately there is no one I like." Hill said lightly.

McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, and met his fellow man.

He reached the gate, and she was outside the gate.

However, as the first single rich woman in the City of Chaos, Hill, who is rich and handsome, is definitely a man's favorite.

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

McGonagall felt that if he yelled this sentence now, he might have embarked on the avenue of soft rice.

Of course, the biggest risk on this road is not in the bed, but in the way that Irina may be hacked to death.

And McGonagall didn't think that this wise and demon business tycoon would really be fascinated by a chef like him. Such stories often only happen in fairy tales that deceive children.

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

"I reject."

McGonagall blurted out.