Elder Elf is not a joke!

For the sake of literature and art, the elderly can contribute everything. So far, none of the money he made from making movies has fallen into his pocket, and all of it has been given to the elves.

No one would doubt his noble sentiment.

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 takes a certain amount of time and cannot be accomplished overnight.

Just as the elven elves desperately studied 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 respectfully said: "God father, I heard that you have something to do with me." (Because the English of that word is listed as a forbidden language. , Can’t be typed, so I 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, he 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 dazed expression: "What the **** 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 piece of paper, like a seal, on a flat large wooden board."

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 big wooden plank and put it on it. Ink, just put a stamp 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 for a lifetime. Of course, he knows this aspect very quickly."

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

"Of course we know each other. There are not many craftsmen in our profession, but in this holy city Westwind, there are also a dozen people who know each other.

"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-off 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. Every factory can make a lot of money, and all the people who hold important positions in these factories have posted. Fortune, to be honest, it is impossible not to be jealous.

But he himself also knows that his technique is rather partial, and it is almost impossible to be admired by those factories. At most, when the factory makes some decorations, he asks him to sculpt it, settle the wages one time at a time, and get 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 a great joy.

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

"It's very simple." Robb smiled: "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, after this job, you will be softened." Robb smiled and said, "You can rent an old house for engraving. My name is Baihua. The mayor came over to build another printing factory 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.

Soon, 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 printing 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-sleeved shorts.

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 entire book is only forty pages. It's only worth 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, and 500 copies have been printed for the first time."

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. This is a technical attempt after all, and it cannot be required to be printed to the grade of "Ruili" from the beginning.

"All right!" Robb smiled: "Well, your work is doing 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, and 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 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.