Chapter 2029: Chinese young master, arrangements?

Looking at your own book must be a very shameful experience.
That's it?
McGonagall simply scanned the picture album of Dragon Slayer Warriors vs. Giant x Evil Dragons, and completely swept him into the corner of history.
Both the storyline and the style of painting have fallen behind. It is hard to imagine that a book of this level can be hidden and sold like a treasure by the boss.
Of course, this may also be determined by the scarcity of the subject matter.
After lunch, everyone went back to the restaurant. The two little guys looked at the new picture album they just bought. Irina went out for something, and only the bored McGonagall was looking at the few ancient books that I found today.
He was holding a book in his hand, but McGonagall's mind was not here, but thinking about what Qiao Xiu might do next.
A few days have passed since the battle between the Loth Empire and the Orcs and the Elves, and the originally tense situation has become more confusing due to the Qiao Xiu incident.
The orc tribes that have been destroyed by dozens of tribes obviously cannot give up just because Qiao Xiu is controlled by the devil, and the elves who almost broke the city of life have to ask for an explanation.
Andre did not make any positive response to this. The number of soldiers sent to the border is even increasing, and the situation remains tense.
Now Qiao Xiu has been wanted by the whole continent, and he can be regarded as the enemy of the world. After being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, it becomes difficult to think of something big.
However, there is still no trace of him, which is also a troublesome thing.
"Look, my father, this is a painting by Sister Anne." Amy's voice interrupted McGonagall's contemplation. He looked down at the painting handed to him, his eyes lit up.
This portrait is of an elf with silver hair, painted with watercolor brushes, and it is Amy.
The style of painting is immature, but it is also cute and innocent because of this, and the strokes are extremely smooth, without any bluntness, making the characters vivid and lovely, full of aura.
"Wow, the painting is great." McGonagall looked at Annie, a little surprised, "Is this the first time Annie painted?"
Annie smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I can only draw circles that are not too round, but Sister Annie can already draw me." Amy said with some pride, as if there was a credit for her too.
"Extraordinary drawing talent." McGonagall touched his chin, watched Annie's eyes light up, and said: "Annie, are you interested in becoming a cartoonist?"
Annie tilted her head and looked at McGonagall, as if she didn't understand what McGonagall was talking about.
McGonagall explained: "A cartoonist, that is, a painter of professional picture albums, these albums are created by cartoonists."
Annie's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she nodded her head and said in sign: "I am willing."
McGonagall smiled and said: "Well, you can continue to draw according to your own preferences. If you are really interested, I will give you a script later, and you can draw a story based on the script. "
Annie nodded obediently, sat down and flipped through the album, then picked up the watercolor pen in hand and continued to paint.
"In this case, the project of the Little Master of China...is it going to go online?" McGonagall touched his chin and fell into thinking.
"My father, remember to solicit guests today." Amy whispered when he saw McGonagall in a daze.
"If Xiaomi doesn't say anything, I really forgot." McGonagall smiled and stroked the little guy's head, got up and walked towards the wine cabinet.
I took out the small half bottle of Moutai that Irina had drunk from the wine cabinet the day before yesterday, opened the lid and poured a small glass into a small pot similar to a small incense burner.
A small semi-sealed jar, with a few fine holes on the top, just to let the fragrance of the wine waft out slowly, but it wouldn't be gone all at once.
Fishing for alcoholics and fishing are the same principle. First, make a nest and use the fragrance of wine to lure alcoholics to gather. Once people gather, there is no need to worry about fewer customers.
This road is a little different from opening a restaurant.
After all, as long as a restaurant is not a street stall, it is not easy to attract customers from far and near by relying on fragrance.
McGonagall took the special small wine cup to go out, holding a small iron cage in his hand, put the small wine cup in the cage and hung a small lock, and then hung it on the pillar at the door.
The rich aroma of Moutai slowly spreads out, although the diffusion rate is extremely slow and the aroma has been 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, slowly spreading towards 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 fragrance."
When the passing guests passed by, they couldn't help but look at them a few more times, surprised at where the fragrance of wine was so attractive.
And some people with good wine followed the smell of wine and found the small iron cage hanging in front of the Saipan Pub.
"What kind of operation is this? How did you lock up the wine?"
"This is a new tavern? I haven't heard of it before. Is it because I want to attract customers with the aroma of wine?"
"People are attracted, but the tavern hasn't opened yet. It won't open until six o'clock in the evening."
Many passers-by gathered to the entrance of the tavern following the fragrance of wine, watching the small cup in the iron cage swallowing, but looking at the business hours written on the wooden sign hanging on the door, they felt a little helpless.
"Look, lady boss, a lot of guests have gathered at the entrance of the tavern opposite." In the Titan tavern, the guy looked at Effie who had just come downstairs after a nap and said.
"Their family has finally started to engage in opening activities?" Effie stretched her waist, showing her graceful figure under the loose cotton-padded clothes, and said with a lazy smile.
According to her observations in the past few days, this Saipan pub is opened like a child's house. The business hours are extremely short, and the guests are even more pitiful. It shows the tone of interest.
"No, it seems that the boss put a pot of wine at the door, and he attracted people." The boy shook his head.
"A pot of wine?" Effie was a little surprised. He walked quickly to the entrance of the tavern and looked at the dozen or so people gathered in front of the Saipan tavern diagonally opposite. It was indeed a small iron hanging on the pillar at the entrance of the tavern. cage.
Her nose moved, her eyebrows frowned, although she was far apart, there was still a faint smell of wine in the air.
As a woman who has inherited the family business and has been in charge of the Titan Tavern for more than ten years, although she can't make any great wines by herself, she still knows the wine quite well. Across this distance, she can still exude such a delicious wine. Unheard of.
Effie murmured: "With this kind of wine in hand, let alone Romo Street, there will be a place in the Saipan pub in the Luodu pub in the future."
"Boss, what are you talking about?" The boy didn't hear clearly.
"Nothing, I will show respect to the owner of the tavern opposite from now on." Effie took his gaze back from the other side, exhorted the boy, and turned back into the tavern.
"Even if someone can't get him, they will get his wine..."