Chapter 1606

"Boss, the fried rice is going to burn." Mia's voice rang out in her ear and pulled Meg's mind back.

In his hand, the frying pan quickly entered the stir frying mode. McGonagall took a look at the slightly discolored fried rice in the pan and whispered that it was dangerous, almost wasting food.

Forget about the roast pig eye and pig eye stabbing, McGonagall began to concentrate on the busy business hours.

"What's the boss thinking?" Mia looked at McGonagall with some doubts. The boss usually cooks carefully and attentively. Such a situation of being absent-minded in the process of frying rice has never happened.

"Serve. I'm a little lost in thinking about things." MEG put the fried rice in the pan on several plates, looked at Mia and explained with a smile.

"Well." Mia nods, smiles and turns to serve the guests.

"If I had known that it was so easy to earn money selling wine in the city of chaos, my grandfather should have come earlier." Hannah put her chin on the counter and whispered to the tearful drinkers as she watched them drink a glass of rum for 1000 coppers.

Over the years, she and her grandfather have been brewing wine for the chieftains and the powerful people in the FAK tribe. They don't have much income. After saving so many years of money, she built a few wine making machines and then disappeared.

But in the city of chaos, a small glass of wine can be sold for 1000 copper coins. That barrel of rum of 15 years can hold more than 1200 cups, but it can't be sold for 1.22 million copper coins!

After carefully calculating the comparison, Hannah suddenly regretted that she had sold rum to the new chieftain at a low price in the FAK tribe. There were hundreds of barrels of old wine of different ages stored in the cellar, and dozens of barrels were older than 15 years. If she moved to the chaotic city

And she sold them all for 500000 copper coins.

"No, I have to draw a picture right away and build the winemaker as soon as possible, so that in another 15 years, I can lie on countless oak barrels and wake up laughing!" Hannah sprang up from her chair, pedaled upstairs, shut herself up in her study, and began to draw.

It's necessary to carry out complicated verification and calculation in order to change the complicated wine making machine from a messy draft to a specific size design. Fortunately, yesterday, the boss not only taught her how to draw, but also taught her how to use decimal system and calculate.

At the end of the trip, MEG watched as the drunken guests were all put into the carriage. Then he went upstairs to see Hannah, who was in the study.

Unlike the novice who couldn't even hold a pencil and draw straight lines yesterday, Hannah, who is drawing at her desk today, has shown a good professional standard. The sketch has been redrawn, and the three view standard shows the dimensions of each part on paper.

McGonagall didn't think about setting up a professional drawing computer for Hannah to use CAD and proe. However, considering the current industrial level of the world, this plan was finally rejected by him. Anyway, the system may not be able to complete the purchase.

In those days, the scientists of the flower growers did not rely on paper and pen to create the atomic bomb. How could it be so troublesome to build a low-tech wine maker.

McGonagall watched for a while, then quietly closed the door and left, wine making this matter, obviously Hannah is more professional.

He may have a more efficient solution, but for brand wine, the most important thing for high profit is not the output, but the unique and strong taste.

Ordinary rum can only sell 10 coppers a cup, while the old SIMM brand can sell 1000 coppers a cup, which is the embodiment of brand value.

McGonagall changed his clothes, put on a variety of masks, with Tiandu sword, and left the restaurant with Irina for the Lord's mansion.

"Alex, long time no see." Michael looked at MEG and held out his right hand.

"Lord Michael." McGonagall just nodded and didn't reach out.

"Our Dragon Slayer has not changed at all." Michael took back his hand with a smile and did not show any displeasure.

McGonagall took a quiet look at Michael. Although the Lord of the city looks rough, the play is very good.

"Well, let's talk about black fog and evil spirits." Elena cut off the hypocritical politeness of the crowd.

"Well, this matter is related to the future of Nolan, so we should have a good talk." Michael grinned and nodded solemnly.

Everyone sat down in front of the round table in the secret room, and the atmosphere began to become low and tense.

"The first person I met who was eroded by the black fog, or maybe controlled by the devil, was Berg. After being controlled by the devil, his strength improved significantly. Maybe that's why he sold his soul to the devil. Moreover, during that period, there were evil forces that tried to erode the tree of life, posing a great threat to the tree of life, but they were finally stopped under the influence of certain forces.

In the first battle of the goblin border, I used the holy light to break the black fog of Berg, and then killed him, proving the obvious restraint effect of the holy light on the black fog. " Said Irina.

"It turns out that Berg is controlled by the devil and even tries to erode the tree of life." Michael and Roland were surprised that they had not received any information about it.

"If the devil uses powerful power as bait, I'm afraid not many people can stand the temptation." Roland's face was heavy.

McGonagall then said: "in endless waters, we found an island covered with black fog. Alfred was instilled with the power of the devil on that island. There we found a strange stone statue. Because I looked at it, my spirit was pulled into a strange space. It was a huge stone temple, On the throne at the end of the stone hall sat a skeleton man. The first sentence he said was, "young man, do you long for strength?"

The atmosphere in the chamber of secrets has become more dignified. Power is something pursued by all ethnic groups in the world. I'm afraid few people can refuse powerful power before the environment of respecting the strong has changed.

"The stone statue is still broken by the holy light, and the black fog is also expelled by the holy light. Ordinary magic can't have an effect on the black fog." Irina added.

"If only the light can clear the black fog, that's not good news." Roland frowned: "there are very few magicians in the light system, and there are very few who can connect to the holy light. Once the black fog breaks out all over the world, we may not have any effective means to eliminate it."

"We have to find out the source of the black fog as soon as possible, or find a better way to remove the black fog. We can only wait and see things get worse. Those guys can live for countless years, but we don't have that much time." MEG sank.

"Fortunately, we've left a living. We still have perdinand in our hands." Irina's tone is much more relaxed.