Reading your own notebook must be a very humiliating experience.
That's it?
Mag just took a cursory glance at the picture book about dragon-slaying warriors fighting giant evil dragons, and then completely swept him into the dregs of history.
Both the storyline and the style of painting were inferior. It was hard to imagine that a book of this caliber could be hidden and sold by the boss like a treasure.
Of course, this may also be determined by the scarcity of the subject matter.
After lunch, everyone returned to the restaurant. The two little guys looked at the new picture album they had just bought with relish. Irina had to go out for something, leaving only a bored Mag looking through the few ancient books he bought today.
She held the book in her hand, but Mag's mind was not here, but thinking about Qiao Xiu's possible next actions.
A few days have passed since the battle between the Los Empire and the orcs and elves. The originally tense situation has become more complicated and confusing because of the Qiao Xiu incident.
The orcs, who had dozens of tribes wiped out, obviously couldn't give up just because Qiao Xiu was controlled by the devil. The elves, who were almost destroyed in the city of life, also wanted an explanation.
Andre did not make any positive response to this. The number of soldiers sent to the border was even increasing, and the situation remained tense.
Now Qiao Xiu is wanted by the whole continent and is considered the enemy of the whole world. After being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, it becomes difficult to do anything big.
But there is still no trace of him, which is also a troublesome thing.
"Father, look, this is a painting painted by Sister Anne." Amy's voice interrupted Mag's contemplation. He lowered his head to look at the painting handed to him, and his eyes lit up.
This portrait is of an elf with silver hair, made with watercolor pens, and it is Amy.
The painting style is childish, but it looks cute and childlike because of this. Moreover, each stroke is extremely smooth and not stiff at all, making the characters lively, cute and full of aura.
"Wow, the painting is great." Mag looked at Annie, a little surprised, "Is this the first time for Annie to draw?"
Anne smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I can only draw circles that are not very round, but Sister Anne can already draw me." Amy said with some pride, as if she also had a share of the credit here.
"Excellent drawing talent." Mag touched his chin, looked at Annie's eyes and said, "Annie, are you interested in becoming a cartoonist?"
Annie tilted her head and looked at Mag, as if she didn't understand what Mag was saying.
Mag explained: "Cartoonists are professional painters of picture albums. These picture albums are created by cartoonists."
Anne's eyes lit up when she heard this, she nodded and said in sign language: "I do."
Mag smiled and said: "Well, you can continue drawing according to your own preferences. If you are really interested, I will give you a script later and you can draw a story according to the script. "
Annie nodded obediently, sat down and looked through the album, then picked up the watercolor pen at hand and continued painting.
"In this case, the Chinese Little Master project...can it be launched?" Mag touched his chin and fell into thinking.
"Father, remember to attract customers today." Amy reminded her in a low voice when she saw Mag was in a daze.
"If Xiaomi hadn't said it, I would have forgotten it." Mag smiled and touched the little guy's head, got up and walked towards the wine cabinet.
Irina took out from under the wine cabinet half a bottle of Moutai she drank the day before yesterday, opened the bottle cap and poured a small cup into a small jar similar to a small incense burner.
The small, semi-sealed jar has a few fine holes on it, just enough to allow the aroma of the wine to slowly float out, but not to lose the smell all at once.
Catching drunkards and fishing are based on the same principle. First, build a nest and use the aroma of wine to lure drunkards to gather. Once people gather, there will be no need to worry about the lack of guests.
This approach is somewhat different from opening a restaurant.
After all, as long as a restaurant is not a roadside stall, it is not easy to attract customers from near and far with its fragrance.
Mag went out with a special small wine cup and a small iron cage in his hand. He placed the small wine cup in the cage, hung a small lock on it, and then hung it on the pillar at the door.
The rich aroma of Moutai slowly spreads out. Although the diffusion speed is extremely slow and the aroma is diluted a lot, it still continues to expand outward with its stable and unique aroma.
The faint aroma of wine is centered on the Saipan Tavern and slowly spreads to the surroundings.
"It smells so good! Is this the smell of wine?!"
"Yes, it smells like wine, but there is no wine with such a strong aroma."
When passing guests passed by, they couldn't help but look around a few more times, surprised that the aroma of wine wafting from somewhere was so tempting.
And some people who are good at wine followed the aroma of wine and found the small iron cage hanging in front of the Saipan Tavern.
"What kind of operation is this? Why is the wine locked up?"
"Is this a new tavern? I've never heard of it before. Could it be that you want to attract customers with the aroma of wine?"
"People are attracted, but the pub isn't open yet. It won't open until six o'clock in the evening."
Many passers-by followed the smell of wine and gathered at the door of the tavern. They swallowed their saliva while looking at the small cup in the iron cage, but they felt a little helpless when they looked at the business hours written on the wooden sign hanging on the door.
"Look, boss lady, there are a lot of customers gathered at the door of the pub opposite." In the Titan Tavern, the young man looked at Effie who had just come downstairs from a nap and said.
"Has their family finally started to hold opening activities?" Effie stretched her waist, showing off her graceful figure under the loose cotton coat, and said with a lazy smile.
According to her observations these past few days, this Saipan tavern was run like a child playing house, with extremely short business hours and very few customers, all out of interest.
"No, it seems that the boss put a jug of wine at the door and attracted people there." The boy shook his head.
"A bottle of wine?" Effie was a little surprised. She quickly walked to the door of the tavern and looked at the dozen or so people gathered in front of the Saipan tavern diagonally opposite. They were indeed surrounding a small iron hanging on the pillar at the entrance of the tavern. cage.
Her nostrils twitched and her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly. Although they were far apart, there was still a faint aroma of wine in the air.
As a woman who inherited the family business and has been in charge of the Titan Tavern for more than ten years, although she cannot brew any fine wine with her own hands, she still knows a lot about wine. She can still emit such a wine with such a wine aroma from such a distance. Unheard of.
Effie murmured: "With this kind of fine wine in hand, let alone Romo Street, this Saipan tavern will definitely have a place in the Luodu tavern world in the future."
"Boss, what did you say?" The boy didn't hear clearly.
"It's okay. When you meet the owner of the tavern opposite, be more respectful in the future." Effie looked away from the other side, told the boy, and turned around to enter the tavern.
"Even if you can't get his people, you still have to get his wine..."
