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Chapter 880

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20 RMB!

20 RMB could only be printed once, but Hua Zhefeng didn't care. This amount of money was only enough for a meal at a fast food restaurant.

No matter how tight Hua Zhefeng's pocket money was this month, he could still afford a few dozen RMB.

Without any hesitation, Hua Zhefeng used the WeChat payment function to deposit 140 RMB into his account and chose to print the cool and handsome marksman.

Blueprint downloaded successfully:

Consumables detected correctly, printing started.

With a "ding" sound, the liquid printer slowly closed its transparent protective cover, and the two snake-bone mechanical arms quickly entered working mode under Hua Zhefeng's uncontrollable nervousness.

"Please don't be just for show, please don't be just for reference …" Hua Zhefeng prayed nervously.

Although he knew that the liquid printer was extraordinary, Hua Zhefeng, like most users, didn't know where the bottom line of this extraordinary thing was. At home, he still had a Maker Box 3D printer imported from the United States eating dust. Even this desktop printer, which claimed to have the highest precision, was fine when printing straight tool models, but when printing figurines for rich facial expressions, the figurines' faces looked like they were splashed with sulfuric acid. As for the marksman figurine in front of him, if the printer imported from the United States were to print it, it would probably just cut off the threads.

This was because the marksman's armor was simply too exquisite. Even his leather armor was adorned with beautiful patterns that resembled vines. With the traditional printer's wire diameter, not to mention vines, some of the patterns on the surface were even thinner than the printer's wire diameter.

The printer couldn't do curved movements, and everything it printed was stacked layer by layer with thin threads.

Relying on this technology to pile up beautiful figurines?

Hua Zhefeng hoped that the liquid printer could restore this exquisite blueprint to 70%.

If it really couldn't, 60% restoration was acceptable.

People were like this, bold ideas and realistic requirements.

In Hua Zhefeng's eyes, no matter how good the liquid printer was, it couldn't be much better than the imported products from the United States.

The figurines designed by Hippo Studio were all very mature products. These figurines, whether it was the posture or the weapons in their hands, were all perfectly adjusted and distributed. When printing, there was no need for any auxiliary measures, and the figurines could stand steadily on the work platform.

So when the lower half of the marksman's body came out, Hua Zhefeng's eyes were bigger than a cow's.

This … this … how was this printing, this was clearly a 3D figurine, perfectly descended into the human world.

"Ahhh ~ I'm going to die. I'm going to be rich." Hua Zhefeng instantly pressed the stop button on the operation interface. Then, the snake-bone mechanical arm quickly stopped moving and retracted back to the top.

Hua Zhefeng mercilessly threw away the unfinished God's Hand. He immediately switched the blueprint to the alluring mage lady with the staff in her hand.

What a joke!

He chose to print a cool and handsome Sharpshooter because he was afraid that the final product would be too distorted. If he printed a Sorceress, it would greatly affect his mood.

Now …

Hua Zhefeng felt that after living for twenty years, he had finally found the joy and taste of "living".

When the 100% perfect mage lady was printed, Hua Zhefeng was already hugging it and rolling on the ground happily.



If a restaurant that sold boxed meals all year round suddenly started selling Buddha Jumps Over The Wall, Abalone in Chicken Sauce, Fish Maw with Spicy Pepper, and Meatballs with Crab Powder one day, and the ingredients were all very authentic, the price was the same as the boxed meals.

What kind of chain reaction would this trigger?

Now, Hippo Studio, a batch of exquisite drawings that were put into the liquid printer drawing sharing area, was triggering a similar effect.

Starting in the evening, these drawings that were stamped with the Hippo Studio's brand name had been downloaded all the way like a flood that opened the floodgates. By 10 o 'clock at night, fourteen drawings, each drawing had an average of 7,200 downloads.

The liquid printer discussion section directly exploded. Those users who had bought the magical equipment but didn't use the platform were still not sleepy even in the middle of the night. They were more active than the water army. They kept posting in the forum, showing off the fourteen exquisite drawings produced by Hippo Studio. At the same time, they also bragged about Monster Industries.

"Rich?"

"Rich … Rich?"

"We're rich!"

Hippo Studio, which was supposed to be closed, was now brightly lit. The boss, Ko Cho-kwang, and several group leaders sat in front of the computer, one by one wringing their arms.

In one night … the drawings that they took out to test the waters sold 7,200 copies in one night.

It wasn't a total of 7,200, but an average of 7,200 downloads for the fourteen drawings. In total, the total amount was 108,800. The download price for each drawing they ordered was 20 yuan. In other words, they didn't do anything this night. They just looked on helplessly as these originally useless drawings earned them a net profit of nearly two million.

Monster Industries took a 5% cut for each drawing, which deducted exactly 100,000 yuan from them.

They weren't stupid. They had to wait until the cash withdrawal button and the two million was transferred to their account before they dared to open the champagne to celebrate. Because the payment side is the Monster Industry, not those messy first online gambling websites. Just based on the words Monster Industries, the boss, Ko Cho-kwang, dared to personally take out 50,000 yuan to celebrate.

"Don't go home after work. Everyone, follow me to the Silver Palace Club. We'll open a luxurious room and try the taste of Louis XIII. After drinking, we'll go straight to the spa." As Ko Cho-kwang spoke, he began to transfer the money online to a bank account that was specially used for spending.

After transferring the money, Ko Cho-kwang gritted his teeth and said: "I've heard that the spa at the Silver Palace is comparable to an emperor's enjoyment. Tonight, let's go and eat some meat."

"Bo … Boss, I think we should stay up late and work overtime to design more drawings." Even though half an hour had passed, He Shenglei still hadn't struggled out of his surprise.

Two million was such a huge amount. Not to mention the head of the fashion design team who didn't come from a good family and had never seen money before, even He Shenglei, who had handled orders from Tencent games, couldn't help but tremble.

The total order from Tencent games was only three million. They worked for two months. After deducting labor and material costs, they only had a profit of 600,000 yuan.

But now?

They didn't do anything. They just moved their fingers and two million came into their account in one night.

In the beginning, he thought that 20 yuan for a drawing was too cheap. Because of this, he argued with his boss for a long time. He thought that a drawing at least 50 yuan was reasonable.

After all, the drawings were drawn by their blood and sweat. A high-quality figurine on the market would cost at least 500 yuan. Wasn't 20 yuan a free gift?

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