"Mr. Mak, this is my boss. He specially came to Chaos City today to talk to you."
After the lunch service, when Meg was about to close the door, Garland brought an extremely tall middle-aged man over.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Meg. I am Hocatolin." Hocatolin extended his hand with a smile.
"Nice to meet you." Meg shook his hand before retracting it, and saying, "If Boss Hocatolin wants to talk about the exclusive column, then there's no need for that. I have already signed a contract with a few other magazine publishers, and this matter has already been settled."
"Although it's a little regretful, I still respect Mr. Meg's choice very much." Hocatolin nodded, and continued, "However, I am not here for this matter today. I want to talk to Mr. Meg about the color printing."
"Color printing?" Meg frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the second person to come to talk to him about this apart from the Hill was Hocatolin, who came all the way from Rodu.
"Your daughter is a genius in painting. She will definitely become a famous painter in the future." Hocatolin took out the picture book that he had bought earlier, and smilingly said, "And you, who solved the color printing problem, will become a person who will be recorded in history."
"Oh, you are talking about this." Meg smiled, and said, "Then you might have misunderstood. I commissioned the Night Elves' printing factory to help me print this picture book. To be able to reproduce it so perfectly, the workmanship is indeed amazing."
"Huh?"
Hocatolin and Garland were both stunned. They looked at each other and stared at each other.
Could it be that the color printing method was not invented by Mr. Meg? Instead, it came from the Night Elves?
This was completely out of their expectations.
If the commissioning party was the Night Elves, then it would be a little troublesome.
The Night Elves were rather famous on the Norland Continent recently. Irina had rebelled against The Wind Forest, created the Night Elves, and brought tens of thousands of elves to Chaos City.
However, they didn't expect the Night Elves to build a printing factory after coming to Chaos City. And it even solved the color printing problem?
Of course, if Meg's picture book was printed by the Night Elves, it meant that this printing factory would also accept printing work from others. Perhaps he could take this opportunity to reach a cooperation with the Night Elves and seize the initiative.
It was just that they had just arrived and had no contact with the Night Elves, so they didn't know how to contact them.
Irina was famous, and she had Alex as her backer. The current Night Elves could no longer be underestimated.
Hocatolin looked up at Meg, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He smiled and said, "Mr. Meg, can I trouble you to introduce us to the Night Elves in charge of color printing? We, Whole Foods and Meats, want to upgrade our products. This is a small token of our appreciation, please accept it."
Meg looked at the banknote in Hocatolin's hand and smiled as he waved his hand and said, "There's no need for the money, I just want to introduce you to someone. I'll take you there, but whether or not this matter will work out will depend on you."
"Alright, alright, alright. Thank you for your trouble." Hocatolin nodded happily.
Meg boarded their horse-drawn carriage, and went straight to the textile factory in the north of the city.
He wanted to reject Hocatolin directly, but on second thought, he threw this hot potato to the Night Elves.
Color printing was indeed a very important core technology. Even The Hill was tempted, and Hocatolin had traveled thousands of miles to Chaos City early in the morning. This showed how attractive it was.
He was more afraid of trouble. It would be too troublesome if he had to reject all the different people who came to him for cooperation every day.
With such huge benefits involved, it was inevitable that some people would have other thoughts, and that would be even more troublesome.
The Night Elves were a good scapegoat. Anyway, he planned to help them develop the printing industry and set up the first printing factory on the Norland Continent that could accept color printing.
And the Night Elves had Irina and Alex's support. With Alex's reputation as the Norland Continent's savior, no one would dare to have other thoughts.
With the core technology in hand and a strong backing, he was definitely a strong client.
Speaking of which, he was still borrowing his own reputation, so he didn't feel guilty at all.
The Night Elves were all on his side, so it was just a matter of a few words to smooth things over.
"Mr. Meg, are there any taboos on the Night Elves' side? Was it successful when you went to talk to them? "Hocatolin asked carefully as he sat opposite Meg.
Meg looked at Hocatolin, who was sweating, and could tell that he was a little nervous. He couldn't help but find it funny, but he still calmly said, "It was quite successful when I went to look for them. I made a simple request and signed the contract. I don't know if it was because of my face."
Hocatolin's face twitched, but he still smiled. "Mr. Meg's handsome face is indeed a plus."
"I think so too." Meg nodded.
"…" Hocatolin.
Although he was a little speechless at Meg's narcissism, Hocatolin felt a little more confident in his heart.
This meant that the Night Elves' printing factory should have sufficient production capacity, and they didn't have any long-term high-quality customers.
A customer like Meg, who suddenly wanted to print a picture book for his daughter, was not stable. But Whole Foods had a monthly circulation of hundreds of thousands of copies. As long as they could confirm it, it would be a big business.
The horse-drawn carriage stopped at the entrance of the textile factory. Meg alighted, and said to Hocatolin, "Wait here for a while. I will go and find someone for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Meg." Hocatolin quickly cupped his fists.
Meg waved his hand, and strode into the textile factory. The elf at the door even greeted Meg familiarly.
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"Seems like Mr. Meg is indeed a regular here." Hocatolin let down the curtains, and felt much more relieved.
Meg entered the textile factory and went straight to Irina's office.
Irina was listening to Ashley's report on the progress of the weight-loss potion. When she heard the report from outside, she looked at Ashley and said, "The effect is sufficient, but whether it will be popular still needs to be tested. Make a batch of finished products first, then find a group of interested customers and let them taste it. After that, make improvements based on the feedback."
"Okay." Ashley put away the potion bottle on the table, opened the door, and went out.
"Hello, Mr. Meg." Ashley greeted Meg, who was standing outside the door.
"Hello, Miss Ashley." Meg nodded slightly. His gaze landed on the blue potion bottle in her hand, and he smiled. "This is the weight-loss potion you mentioned last time?"
"Yes, this is the finished product." Ashley nodded.
"Can I take a look?" Meg asked curiously.
Ashley directly handed the potion bottle to Meg.
Meg pulled the stopper and sniffed. There was a strong smell of grass. It wasn't a strong smell, but it definitely didn't make one have much appetite.
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