After the Full Level of the Profession

Soon, several high-level elf alchemists came to the paper mill to study hard paper by adding alum, glue, wax, etc., and solved the problem that the quill pen could not write and draw on soft paper.

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

While the elf elders were desperately studying hard paper, Robb started playing with new things again.

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

(PS: Since the English word of that word has been listed as a taboo, it cannot be typed, so it will be called God’s father from now on.)

This sculptor is the one who helped Robb once when he made the large model of the Saint City. Of course, last time he earned a lot of manual fees and made a small fortune. , So this time when I heard Robb's summons, I hurried over.

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

"Oh, it's over." The sculptor said with a confused expression, "What the hell is this kind of children's painting? What do you want me to do?"

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

The engraver understood immediately, after all, seals have been invented in this world for a long time, and the engraver is an expert in this field, so of course he understood immediately: "Father of God, you need to make a big wooden board, and then stick it on Ink, put it on paper and there will be an identical picture, right?"

"Bingo!" Robb said with a smile, "You're pretty good at it, you can understand it as soon as you hear it."

The sculptor chuckled and said, "Thank God's father for the compliment. The villain has no other skills. He has been devoted to carving all his life. Of course he understands things very quickly."

"That's good." Robb said, "Do you know other sculptor friends?"

"Of course I know each other. We don't have many craftsmen in this industry, but in the holy city of West Wind, there are a dozen or so people. Everyone knows each other. After all, they are a craftsman. We don't see each other when we look up."

"Very well, I want all these ten or so people." Robb said, "I plan to build a Westwind printing factory, and you will be the first director of the factory. All other engravers will be invited here with high salaries to make sculptures for me. board, let's get down to woodblock printing right away."

"Huh, huh?" The sculptor thought it was a one-time job, but he didn't expect that it would turn into a factory.

As a person from Xifeng, in the past two years, he has seen all kinds of factories set up by God's father, each of which can make a lot of money, and the people who hold important positions in these factories are all paid. Big fortune, to be honest, it's impossible not to be jealous.

But he himself also knows that his skills are relatively unorthodox, and it is almost impossible to be favored by those factories. At most, when the factory wants to make some decorations, he is asked to carve it, and the wages are settled once for each job, so that he can eat a meal. Earn some living expenses every meal.

Now I hear God’s father say that I want to build a factory and be the factory director myself. That’s a great joy.

Without even thinking about it, he responded, "Ah, that's great! How do we do this?"

"It's very simple." Robb said with a smile: "You and your engraver friends will make a large number of carving panels, and then, as you said just now, apply ink and print out a sheet of this pictures, and then bind many pictures together to form a book, hehehe!"

The sculptor 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, won't the factory go bankrupt?"

"Tch, who told you that you won't be able to get similar jobs in the future? Let me tell you, you won't be able to accept this kind of job in the future." Robb laughed and said, "You can just rent an old house to do engraving, my name is Bai Hua The mayor came to build another printing factory for me, and before the factory building is completed, you first use the rented house to do the initial woodblock printing, and I want to see my comic book printed out as quickly as possible."

"Understood, I will do it well." The engraver hurried to find his friends.

After a while, more than a dozen engravers arrived together, and took dozens of thick pages of rice paper from Robb, including the content of the first episode of One Punch Man, and started a vigorous woodblock printing plan...

A few more days passed...

The hottest time came in 1346, and the whole holy city of West Wind once again entered the time of shorts and short sleeves.

All the fashion-seeking nobles imitated God's father by coincidence, and put on fancy beach shorts and short-sleeved T-shirts, making the entire holy city of Zephyr look like the den of some unscrupulous group.

However, these people are not aware of it, thinking that they are dressed in a high-end atmosphere.

The most irritating thing is that this trend spread along the railway to Yuanshi Canyon, Nanli Village, and even the Bright Road was affected. When it spread, half of Westland was filled with a kind of madness. dick breath.

Robb was eating a big popsicle on the stone chair, when he saw the engraver, oh, no, now the director of the printing factory ran over, saluted Robb, and directed With several subordinates, he put a thin book in Robb's hand.

This book is very big, even bigger than A4 paper. If you compare it in modern times, it is about the size of a magazine. It is printed on rough rice paper. The whole book has only about forty pages. It's only the size of the first episode of One Punch Man, so it's a very thin book.

The director of the printing factory said: "According to your instructions, this book has finally been printed, and the first printing is 500 copies."

Robb flipped through it casually, well, it's not too much to describe it as shoddy, it's simply sloppy, 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 at the same level as "Ruili" from the very beginning.

"Okay!" Robb laughed. "Well, you guys did a great job."

"Then we don't have any work to do?" said the printing factory manager in embarrassment.

"No, there is still a lot of work." Robb took out another stack of papers: "This is the second volume of One-Punch Man, take it to engrave it, and don't throw away the engraving of the first volume, be ready at any time Print the second batch, or even the third batch and the fourth batch, how much will be printed, we have to wait and see how the sales are."

The printing manager left, and Robb asked Lillian to call Elsie, who had nothing to fight recently, and was a little idle, wandering around with his five hundred soldiers all day, except to come to Robb's every day to print Apart from brushing his face, he didn't do anything, just asked him to help sell comics.

Chapter 633 There is no second such outstanding painter in the world

Hearing that God's father summoned her, Elsie came very quickly.

He has nothing to do recently, that is, to come to Robb every day to say hello and brush his face.

This is a big crisis for Elsie. For a person like him who desperately wants to consolidate his position in the boss's heart, he can't wait for the boss to leave things to him 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 power center.

So, now that there is something to do, it’s not a joke. He took two of his men and flew to the church, stood opposite Robb, and said respectfully: “God’s father, I heard that you have something to summon. My loyal subordinate, Elsie, will come immediately and wait for your order, no matter how dangerous it is, I will do my best to complete it.”

"Don't come here." Robb said with a smile: "You know that there will be no danger in doing things for me, even if you die, you can be resurrected."

Elsie smiled in mock embarrassment.

Robb said: "I called you here to help me sell some books. You are idle anyway, so 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 have almost fallen ill. I am the kind of very hardworking person. I’m uncomfortable, and I especially like to do things for God’s father. Please leave the book sales to me as soon as possible.”

Robb took out the first volume of his One Punch Man, dumbfounded, and handed it to Elsie: "This is the book, this is the sample, you go to the printing factory to pick up the goods, there are 500 copies left there, take them out here Go to sell it in the town, pay attention, and recommend it mainly to young people, older people probably don’t like this thing, but young people should feel good about it.”

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

Seeing this line of small characters, he knew it in his heart. Of course, he pretended not to see it at all. After taking a deep breath, he turned to the first page with a pious attitude, and saw the painting style for the first time. At the time, Elsie gasped on the spot, I wipe, what kind of children's drawing method is this?

However, he didn't spit out this old trough, but digested it lightly in his heart, and then, with a serious face, said: "Wow! My God! What an excellent painting, look at this line , look at this brushwork, look at this delicate feeling, what a profound connotation, I was deeply moved by this painting, the best painters in the world can only draw pictures like 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 unsolvable art, I feel my soul has been purified, I will buy this book and take it back to my children and grandchildren Look."

Robb: "..."

The two subordinates behind Elsie were dripping with sweat, and thought to themselves: My captain, you are so fucking ridiculous, aren't you? We are really convinced.

Elsie's act of pretending to be inadvertent shocked everyone, and even Robb was speechless for a while.

Elsie didn't blush at all, and closed the book again: "Let me see who the artist is?" He pretended to look for it on the cover, made an expression of "I finally found it", and pointed to the bottom left corner. "Written by God's father" said: "It turned 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 painting, so it was drawn by God's father, alas! I should have thought, besides you, there is no other such outstanding painter in the world..."

"Damn it!" Robb kicked Elsie away: "The licking is too outrageous. I don't even think this painting can be read. This book mainly sells stories, not pictures."

Elsie got up from the ground in disgrace: "Of course the story is first-rate, it's so touching..."

"It's touching your head, it's obviously an invincible story." Robb scolded: "Get out, go and sell me books, don't boast unreliably here."

Elsie turned around and ran, flying towards the printing factory. Two of his subordinates chased after him profusely, and it took him a while to catch up with Elsie. He said awkwardly: "Captain, you It seems that flattering is overdone, and even we know that we are talking nonsense, will it have the opposite effect? ​​God's father may be angry."