Chapter 1597: The boss is really a mechanic!

At the end of the morning business, McGonagall took Hanna upstairs and began formal drawing teaching.
As a serious (pseudo) designer who graduated mechanical design, McGonagall's design foundation is still very solid, and with a good memory, now remember how the teacher taught them the basics of drawing design drawings. .
"A lot of books." Hannah entered the study room and was first attracted by a variety of books on almost three walls. At first glance, there were at least 5,000 books of all kinds. She had never seen so many in her life. book.
"In addition to this bookcase, there are books on other bookshelves that you want to read, you can take it back." McGonagall pointed to the bookshelf in the direction of the door and said with a smile.
Reading more is a good thing.
Hannah glanced at the bookshelf that Meg pointed to. The bookshelf was mostly black and red cover books. It seemed to emit some kind of dark gas field, and nodded without much thought.
"Come on, today I will teach you how to standardize the design of the painting, so that your design can be presented on the drawing in an gradual way, so that more professional craftsmen can produce products that meet your requirements." McGonagall toward the window Walk along the desk.
"Isn't it done by yourself?" Hannah keeps up, some doubts, she thinks other people may have a hard time understanding what she is going to do.

Our goal is to make standardized brewing equipment. Except for the deployment, you can do it by mechanical and worker standardization, so that you can be regarded as a mechanized large-scale brewery.
McGonagall pulled out from the shelf. A piece of white paper is placed on the table and I look at Hannah: "So, we have to ensure the accuracy of the machine, which is the work that a professional blacksmith can do."
"Oh." Hannah nodded thoughtfully, and looked at Meg a little worried. "Is it difficult? I used to paint casually. I want to paint where I want it. I just need to be able to Just understand it."
"It doesn't matter, I am professional." McGonagain gestured Hannah to sit next to him, sitting down at the desk and saying: "Let's first take a look at the tools commonly used in drawing, this is pencil and eraser. This is a ruler..."
From the cognitive tools, McGonagall began to explain the steps and methods of Hannah's standardized drawing.
Floor plan, three views, three-dimensional map, one strange vocabulary jumped into Hannah's mind, looking at the figure that jumped out of Meg's pen, neat and comfortable way of marking, all let her open a new world door a feeling of.
The boss is really a mechanic!
However, McGonagall said that it was too fast, and the amount of information was too great. Although she had tried hard to remember, and even took a small book to record some key points, but want to fully grasp these things in a short time, obviously Unrealistic, you can only digest and practice when you are alone.
About an hour later, McGonagall took a cup of tea from the teacup at hand, moistened the dry throat, and looked at Hannah, whose eyes were slightly sluggish, "Will?"
"Well?" Hannah looked at McGond a little bit. Is this a human question? Although McGonagall said she understood it, but the meeting was two different things.
"It doesn't matter, as a professional teacher, where not to point." Maggie smiled and extended his middle finger.
A moment later, Hannah, whose eyes were dull, regained her clarity. Looking at the opposite McGee, she was surprised. "Boss! I am all in Congress!"
"No, you just have a brain. Drawing is a thing that you need to practice constantly. Today, you will stay in the study and draw all the drawings I have just laid out for you." McGon got up and gave the seat to Han. Na, went straight out and went downstairs.
"That's amazing too. The boss clicked on my forehead. I actually learned everything he said in the morning. It's incredible." Hannah's look is still difficult to calm, just now, she In a short period of time, I learned everything that McGonagall taught in my mind, including how to use various tools, how to draw professional drawings, and mark the appropriate size.

Is this the super power of the boss?
Hannah thought thoughtfully and found herself discovering the boss’s extraordinary ability to cook.
"Calm, calm! It's time to start drawing." Hannah took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and then picked up the paper and pen to complete the task of McGonagall.
Although she was the first to use professional tools for painting, she had already mastered all the methods and steps in her mind, but she did not affect the brush to draw lines and graphics on paper.
"Not bad, but not professional enough." Ten minutes later, Hannah looked at the first drawing of her painting, nodded with satisfaction, and was dissatisfied and threw it aside. She took the second piece of paper and took it seriously again. It’s up.
Shortly after McGonagall went downstairs, Dix took Michael's orders to find him to go to the city's main government.
McGonagall probably guessed why Michael was looking for him. He changed his clothes and put a stone with a strange stone statue on his body. He took the carriage of Dix to the city government.
"Mc boss, Miss Rena, I have to apologize to you first. If it will take a few days, this will be completely solved. There are some locusts inside the city government. I need to clean it up carefully." When he arrived at the Chamber of Secrets, Michael got up and said with sincerity.
"It’s not me who is hurting. You and I apologize for nothing." McGonagall shrugged, and he was a bit uncomfortable with the question of the city government.
"I will personally apologize to Miss Reina later." Michael nodded.
"These things are temporarily put aside, let's talk about the evil spirits and the devil first." Roland closed the door of the secret room and launched a multi-level anti-peeping array method.
"Mc Boss went to the Fak tribe this time, can you really see the devil?" Michael asked McGonagall.
"The detailed report, as well as my previous conversation, I believe the city owners have already seen it, maybe it is ridiculous, but we have to admit that there is really a demon in this world. Or it exists in ancient times, but it has survived to The powerful existence of the present, I call them: the old dominators." McGonagall voice.
"The old dominator." Michael said in a word, his brows wrinkled, and some did not understand: "If there is an old dominator, why is it never in the history of the Nolan continent? Have you ever written such a record?"
McGon thought about it: "I have been thinking about this issue for a while. There are two possibilities: 1. The Nolan continent was completely destroyed. The current world is slowly redeveloped, so there is no correlation. Record; 2, the history of the Nolan continent has been artificially modified, erasing all information related to the old dominators."
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