There were already more than 40,000 Night Elves. During this period of time, the number of Night Elves who joined the Night Elves from The Wind Forest was still increasing.
The textile factory was huge, and they didn't have to worry about sales. However, with the high efficiency of the steam textile machine, they could only employ over 10,000 Night Elves.
Of course, with the textile factory's current operating condition, they could totally afford the daily expenses of the Night Elves.
Of course, it wasn't enough to cover the expenses. As the highest leader, Irina gave the highest order to 'Blossom more and become well-off!' to promote the development of the Night Elves in many directions.
When Meg came the last time, he happened to hear Ashley and Irina discussing this weight-loss potion.
Although it was called a weight-loss potion, it was actually a kind of herbal prescription that had been passed down from the elves' ancestors. It indeed had the effect of lowering body fat, and the side effects were very small. Even little elves would drink a cup every day to maintain the smoothness of their intestines.
Irina and the others planned to improve this prescription before turning it into a weight-loss potion for sale.
Meg admired Irina's foresight very much. Women occupied the absolute throne in terms of consumption.
No matter if it was clothes, daily necessities, food, or toys, women had the most powerful spending power.
As for becoming beautiful, women were even more willing to spend more money and time. This could be seen from the popularity of the tofu pudding.
It was a type of weight-loss potion that could make you slim down without exercising. Moreover, it was completely different from those cheap cheap potions on the market that relied on diarrhea to reduce water content. There were almost no side effects. Once it was released, the enthusiasm of women could be imagined.
However, Meg frowned when he smelled it.
For the sake of becoming beautiful, women could easily accept this little flaw.
However, if they wanted to make it into a national health drink that could be sold well and had a wide market instead of just focusing on women's needs to lose weight, this might not be enough.
Meg sucked up a few drops of the green liquid with a straw, and dripped it into his mouth.
The taste of the green grass was rich and slightly bitter. There were also some impurities, and the taste was very bad.
"I don't know how effective it is for now, but I think it's best for you to make some improvements on the taste and texture." Meg put the cap back on the medicine bottle. He looked at Ashley and said, "The filter screen can be finer, or the impurities can be smaller. At the very least, it won't give people an obvious sense of granularity.
The smell shouldn't be very good for ordinary people. You elves may be more receptive to the fragrance of this grass, but for ordinary people, it's a little pungent and bitter. You can add some fruit acids and sweeteners to improve the taste. "
Ashley took out a small notebook and quickly made notes. After thinking for a while, she asked, "If it's sour fruit, what kind of fruit is suitable? It seems like it's hard to find fresh fruits in Chaos City during this season. "
"Lemons, oranges, apples … You can try many of them. Fresh fruits are actually not hard to find. Chaos City's ice and snow have yet to melt, but the Demon Islands are like spring all year round. With your current conditions, it's not difficult for you to disguise yourself and make a trip to the Demon Islands." Meg smiled, and said, "You have to have a global awareness when doing business."
Ashley's eyes lit up. She nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Meg, for your guidance."
"You're welcome. I happen to have something to discuss with you and Princess Irina. Let's go in and have a talk," Meg said.
"Alright." Ashley kept her little notebook, took the potion bottle, and followed Meg into the office.
Meg told them about the plan to build the Night Elves' printing factory. If they could use color printing on a large scale, it should be a very huge industry. This made Irina and Ashley rather happy.
"Because I'm worried that people will target us, I intend to announce to the public that this technology is controlled by the Night Elves. There might be many people coming to look for you to cooperate.
However, our production capacity is limited at the moment, and we can only produce some high-quality picture books. Therefore, we will reject those collaborations with the reason that we don't have enough production capacity. You can keep the customer's information. When our production capacity expands in the future, we will establish a collaboration with them, "Meg said.
"Alright." Ashley nodded and noted it down.
"There's a person outside the door now. He's the boss of Whole Food Mart. He wants to seek a collaboration. You can reply to him according to this. I brought him over," Meg said with a smile.
"You're rejecting the person you brought over too?" Ashley was a little surprised.
"He's just pushing the responsibility to us." Irina pursed her lips. She could see through Meg's thoughts at a glance.
Ashley was deep in thought, but she didn't feel disgusted.
Mr. Meg was the Night Elves' most important partner. Regardless of whether it was helping them to break free from the blockade back then or the series of support after they came to Chaos City, which allowed them to gain a foothold here, it was enough for the Night Elves to treat him as a distinguished guest.
Now, he was handing such an important industry to them. This trust and care was just to save them some trouble, so they naturally wouldn't shirk it.
…
Hocatolin received an invitation to enter the factory, and the person who received him was the person in charge of the printing factory, Miss Ashley. She was a beautiful and dignified elf.
However, when he finished his request for a collaboration, the other party rejected his collaboration with the reason that they didn't have enough production capacity.
"Boss, how was it?" Garland asked softly as he looked at Hocatolin, who came out after a while.
"It didn't work out." Hocatolin shook his head. He looked at the quaint factory door and sighed. "They said that they don't have enough production capacity, so they're only taking on some exquisite picture books at the moment. They'll collaborate with us again when their production capacity increases."
"In that case … all the production capacity is taken up by Mr. Mak." Garland was a little surprised, but he still consoled him. "It's not too bad. At least the other party agreed to collaborate with us after their production capacity increases. We've got a head start."
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Hocatolin nodded. He could only console himself like that.
Meg walked out of the door. Hocatolin quickly lifted the curtain, and said, "Mr. Meg, let me send you back."
"Thank you." Meg didn't stand on ceremony, and squeezed into the warm carriage. It was such a cold day, so he couldn't be bothered to hail a cab back.
"How was it? Is it a success? "Meg asked with a smile as he sat down opposite Hocatolin.
"It's all thanks to Mr. Meg. It's half done. They said that we can collaborate after our production capacity increases," Hocatolin said with a smile.
"That's good. I heard that their production capacity isn't very high. They can only print a thousand picture books a day." Meg nodded.
"Yes, it's all thanks to Mr. Meg's introduction." Hocatolin flattered him again. Meg was able to take on all the production capacity of the color prints alone, and even if he added more money, he couldn't persuade him. It could be seen that the relationship between Meg and the Night Elves was indeed very good. It was worthy of a deep friendship.
Hocatolin flattered him a lot along the way, and also asked about some information about the color prints in a roundabout way.
Meg accepted all the flattery, and all the information was vaguely dealt with. Anyway, the blame had already been thrown out, and he had nothing to say if he said that he didn't know anything.
"This is a small token of my appreciation. I'll buy candy for the two children. Please accept it, Mr. Meg." When they got off the carriage, Hocatolin took out the banknote from before and stuffed it into Meg's hand.
Meg glanced at him, and thought to himself that he would just treat it as an additional fee for the million-selling magazine. He accepted the money with a clear conscience.
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