After the Full Level of the Profession

Elsie laughed loudly: "You know what a fart, what's wrong with flattering? As long as God's father knows that I am desperately trying to please him, he will understand that I am a very obedient subordinate, and that's enough Now, who cares if it’s on point or not?”

Two subordinates: "..."

You have to learn this hand!

However, the two subordinates immediately discovered that if they can't learn it, they can't learn it. Their skin is not as thick as the head's, and ordinary people really can't learn such a frenzied licking method.

Half an hour later, Elsie led a team of fully armed soldiers, wearing shiny steel armor, onto the main street of the holy city of West Wind, and stopped a young man who seemed to have a little money on the street.

The young man was suddenly surrounded by a group of soldiers armed to the teeth. He was really shocked. Seeing Elsie reaching out to grab something from under the cloak, the young man thought he was going to draw a sword and cut himself, so he screamed in fright. : "This is the holy city of West Wind, God's father is kind and loves the people, the army is not allowed to oppress good people at will!"

As soon as he finished yelling, Elsie pulled out a book from under the cloak: "Brother, do you want to buy a Man picture book? It's written by God's father."

young people:"……"

At that time, he said that MMP didn't know if he should say it or not, and it took him a while to calm down: "Is it God's father?"

"Yes!" Elsie laughed and said, "Would you like a copy? It's super cheap. Look at the price on the back of this book. It was set by God's father himself, and the price is affordable for ordinary people. I don't have it." Take a penny of the difference."

The fact is that the pricing is not the same as the ex-factory price, but the young man doesn't know how many coppers Elsie can earn by selling a book.

The young man glanced at the price, a little curious: "A book so cheap?"

Elsie said: "Because it is not made of parchment, but the latest oriental paper, and the cost is very low."

"Well, since it's written by God's father and it's so cheap, I'll buy a copy." The young man took out dozens of copper coins and bought a book.

As soon as I turned the first page, I was overwhelmed by the breath of a child rushing towards my face.

He grabbed Elsie's arm on the spot and said, "You tell me that this child's painting style is the father of God? Are you not afraid of death if you slander God's father?"

Elsie said: "You don't even look at who I am. I, Elsie, is the number one loyal servant of God's father. Will I slander God's father?"

The young man thinks about it carefully, that’s right, even if the whole world betrays God’s father, Elsie won’t, he is the famous number one licking monster in West Wind, well, let’s take a serious look at what is drawn in this book what.

A few minutes later, the young man swiped the ground and jumped up: "Where is the second book? I want the second book!"

Chapter 634 Yours Is Not Real Art

Under Elsie's desperate promotion, Robb's manga slowly entered the public's field of vision.

In the beginning, most people didn’t want to read this broken book. After all, the style of painting was too novel. In addition, the quality of engraving and printing was not stable at this time, and the quality of the printed products was not uniform. Sometimes a book was printed very well, but Most prints are made more ugly by ink bleeding or something.

However, it is God's father after all!

Just relying on Robb's gold-lettered signboard, the people of Westwind Town are willing to endure the terrible children's style of painting, forcefully read such a book, and then, if you don't read it, you don't know it. Meow is interesting.

Not to mention these medieval natives with little experience, even modern people who have read countless novels, animations, and movies will be very excited by the "invincible flow".

The common people in the holy city of Xifeng came into contact with "Invincible Flow" for the first time, and seeing the story of this unbelievably powerful and cute protagonist, they really thought it was good-looking.

Soon, all five hundred copies of the first printing were sold out.

Elsie hurried to the printing factory to order the second batch. This time, instead of the stingy 500 copies, she printed 1,000 copies directly, and then continued to sell out!

In the end, it was almost sold to the extent that every young man over ten and under twenty in the holy city of Xifeng Town had a copy. And between the ages of 20 and 30, the penetration rate reached 80%. However, the popularity rate plummeted for people over the age of 30, but even so, the final sales reached as many as 8,000 copies...

For a city with a population of less than 30,000, it can be said that it has sold to the limit.

At noon that day, Robb finished his lunch and was lazily sitting on his stone chair. Sofa was sitting next to him, with a brush in his hand, scribbling on the rice paper on the stone table. What she was drawing was One Punch Man Book Six...

After the first three volumes were produced, Robb became lazy and refused to continue drawing the following ones in the name of "there are only three things". No, even if he is God's father, readers who can't see the update will rebel.

In desperation, Robb had to adopt a compromise method. He told the story and asked Sofa to draw the story.

Anyway, Sofa is good at forging documents and exemplary handwriting, and it would be great to ghostwrite for Robb.

However, even Suofa, who is good at forging handwriting, can't perfectly copy the children's painting style of the first three volumes. This style of painting is simply embarrassing for other imitators. Sofa spent several days painting before he could barely imitate this style of painting.

At this time, while she was drawing the sixth volume, she complained: "The documents I forged in the past were all parchment scrolls with beautiful writing and exquisite painting style. Why do I have to draw such strange things here now? Things? The painting skills I have learned so hard since I was a child will be abolished."

Robb laughed loudly: "That can't be helped, who told you that you are my maid, who will help me if you don't help me?"

Sofa angrily gestured at him with contempt.

The two were arguing here, and Marianne came, with the butler of the Cotton family behind him. This butler usually worked on the road of light with Marianne's father, Sydmond Cotton. Seeing him come to the Road of Light once, Robb was quite surprised: "Hey, why is Mr. Steward here?"

The butler saluted Robb, but didn't say a word. He gave up the precious opportunity to talk to God's father to his eldest daughter. Marianne took the conversation and said, "I asked him to come here, and I want to transport him in Westwind Town." Go to Bright Road to sell something."

"Oh?" Robbie asked, "Did you see something?"

Marianne smiled: "Your Man picture book."

Robb: "Yo!"

Marianne said: "Although the pictures in this Man picture book are really unsightly, its story is really good. I think young people on the Bright Road will also like this story, and the people on the other side will like it." There are hundreds of thousands of people. If I pull a train to sell it, I should make a lot of money. As long as the first volume sells well, I can sell it for a long time. I was thinking, since cheap paper appeared, then There will be many books in the future, and I may be able to open a bookstore."

Robb gave Marian a thumbs up: "It's really good. Your business talent always impresses me. Not bad. I think your idea of ​​a bookstore is great and can be done. Although there is nothing yet Books can be sold, but as long as you get ahead, your store will already be famous and become the leader in the industry when a large number of books come out in a short time."

Marianne was affirmed by him, smiled sweetly, and asked the housekeeper to go to the printing factory to order, but she herself sat down at the stone table, as if planning to spend the afternoon here.

Robb smiled and gave her two more math problems, then left her alone.

In the leisurely afternoon, time passed slowly.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, when the weather was the hottest, a group of people suddenly ran down the hillside. The leader was the Elf Elder. The back kept calling: "Elder, slow down, don't fall."

This fine old man was not willing to be slow, but ran faster. In a blink of an eye, he ran up to Robb and smiled, and handed over a piece of paper with a smile...

Robb held it in his hand and looked, tsk, it’s amazing, the white paper was polished, and the back was waxed, it felt hard in his hand, and when he touched the paper, it also had a certain degree of hardness, not that kind of paper. Paper that spreads as soon as the ink is applied.

"How is it?" The elf old man was triumphant, blowing his white beard and said: "I am a high-level alchemist of the elf family, and cooperated with the paper craftsmen of the East. It didn't take long to make this, hahahaha."

"It's really amazing." Robb smiled and said, "I knew you would succeed sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

"Now I can publish the book very conveniently, hahaha." The elf old man's expression turned pale: "It's beyond my expectation that your inexplicable Man painting is selling so well, but this matter is also at the same time. It shows how much people are eager to read books. This is a desert of literature. Someone must stand up and save people's withered hearts. I am going to start writing a book. I want to write the best book to satisfy everyone's pursuit and yearning for literature. .”

Robb said: "Why is my story so inexplicable? It's a very good story."

The old elf man shook his head: "I read it later. The story is too simple and lacks depth. It just repeatedly uses powerful strength to pretend, without any profound connotation. This is not real art. You wait , I will use my pen to create real art for you to see."

Chapter 635 Forest Overgrown with Black Pines

The old man's speech made Robb happy: "Wow, real art?"

"That's right!" The old man snorted, "Things that are thought-provoking, touching, and thought-provoking are the real literature and art. Of course, the same is true for painting art. I think these things must be read." Only by having a soul can we truly be liked by the public.”

"Yes, yes, sir, you are right." Robb said: "Then let's work hard and create, I am looking forward to it."