Chapter 2208

At the end of business at noon, the satisfied guests left. Many people were in a good mood and brought a picture book by the way.

More than 200 bottles of rum were sold at noon, and 600 copies of Annie's album were sold!

Molly and Eve were shocked when they looked at the gold and silver coins that were almost full in the chest.

They never thought that the box of picture books they sent turned into a big box of money.

"Molly, Eve, it's hard work. Go back and have a rest. Come here at 4 p.m. and sell the remaining 400 copies. Your work today is over." McGonagall smiles them off work.

Small 600000 income, the business is still very good.

McGonagall plans to give Annie all the five layers of her net profit for the money she earns from selling picture books, and let her control it.

McGonagall plans to invest the remaining five layers in the whole comic industry chain.

Since food magazines can sell millions of copper coins, it means that the reading market is very huge.

The integration of Nolan is a trend, which McGonagall will strive to promote next.

In the future, there will be works that sell well in the whole continent of Nolan, probably a novel or a cartoon.

Of course, if comics want to be popular, the printing problem must be solved.

With the super printing press, it's not difficult to build a simple printing press. McGonagall already has some ideas in his mind.

"Mr. McGonagall." Garland and Milo, who were waiting outside, came forward with a smile.

"Come in and sit down." MEG laughs and ushers them into the restaurant.

With a pot of tea, MEG sat opposite them, leaning back comfortably.

"Boss Mai, you won't open the door this month, but let's wait." Garland said with a little bitterness.

This month, they are looking forward to the stars and the moon guarding the Maimi restaurant, but they don't see McGonagall open the door, and they haven't been so interested in chasing little girls.

"If you need to go out and get materials, you can't help it." McGonagall said with a smile, without any sense of guilt.

After all, he went to work, and now they can sit here and have afternoon tea, thanks to the soldiers who died in the front line.

"I didn't get the soup dumpling in the morning, but this sliced noodle is really delicious, and the process of making it is also quite magical. You have created a perfect pastry by using this material." Milo said with a look of admiration, and his expression did not hide his appreciation of MEG.

"It's two." McGonagall corrected.

Milo was a little stunned and said with a smile, "it seems that I have to get up early tomorrow."

In fact, McGonagall didn't release red oil and hot and dry noodles, but we can't get used to them. We'll have to wait for two days.

After all, he is going to have a rest tomorrow. In order to prevent being beaten, he will reopen the day after tomorrow and launch two new products, which will be perfect.

"Mr. McGonagall may not know that the last issue of shiquanshimei sold more than a million copies, which broke the sales record of the magazine. It's the one you published your column on." Garland said, looking at MEG with a look of emotion.

As an old comrade of the editorial office, he knows well what such sales are like.

"So, do you want to add money to my manuscript?" Meg said with a smile.

"Er..."

Garland choked.

The key to the success of this issue of shiquanshimei magazine lies in the interview with McGonagall and the fish flavored eggplant course written by McGonagall himself.

It can be said that McGonagall has made the explosion of total food beauty.

There are rules in the magazine world. No matter how popular your articles are, the contribution fee is set in advance and will not change.

However, as long as you write a hot article, it means that your next article will get a higher price.

"This... I need to discuss with the boss, he hasn't had time to discuss this with me..." garland said cautiously. Although there are rules, MEG is a popular fried chicken in the food industry, and the rules can be changed completely!

"No, I'm just kidding." MEG smiles.

For a magazine with millions of copies, the profit that their editorial office can make is estimated to be only a few million. Even if we give him more money, it's not as good as two little girls selling a picture book at noon.

But shiquanshimei brings hundreds of thousands of fans, which is the biggest harvest.

Garland followed with a smile, but did not take McGonagall's words as a joke in his heart. He was ready to go back to the boss to discuss the payment.

"This time we are here to discuss with Mr. McGonagall the issue of continuing cooperation. We want to sign an exclusive column with you. If you publish an exclusive column in our shiquanshimei, we will offer you rich remuneration." Garland looked at MEG sincerely and said.

McGonagall = sales!

This has become a consensus in the food magazine industry.

In just one month, almost all the mainstream magazines published reviews on the food of Maimi restaurant, most of which were food reviews.

And this shameless act of rubbing heat, so that magazines have ushered in the peak of magazine sales.

However, compared with the million sales volume of shiquanshimei, which has the exclusive tutorial of MEG fish flavored eggplant, it is still one grade lower.

Because of this, shiquanshimei is more aware of the importance of signing McGonagall.

As long as we can sign McGonagall's exclusive column, shiquanshimei will be in an invincible position in the food magazine industry and open the mode of God blocking and killing God.

Shiquanshimei has prepared enough chips for this, and based on the previous cooperation, garland is full of confidence in this trip.

"Sorry, I won't sign an exclusive agreement with any food magazine." MEG shook his head and refused.

Garland and Milo were both in a daze, with some anxiety on their faces.

"Mr. McGonagall, your talent is amazing. We cherish the opportunity to cooperate with you. We look forward to working together in the future to create more brilliant achievements. We will create a series of magazines around you to let more people see the story behind the food." Garland looked at McGonagall and said sincerely, "if you are considering the issue of compensation, I can assure you on behalf of shiquanshimei that our quotation must be the highest and most conscientious in the industry."

"You're mistaken. I'm not interested in money." He took a sip from his tea cup and said calmly, "I just want more people to enjoy different food."

"What kind of cooperation are you looking forward to?" Garland's eyelids jumped wildly a few times, which sounded outrageous.

"I've received a lot of offers recently, and the quotations are good, but I'm not going to choose any one magazine to sign an exclusive contract. Instead, I'm going to choose ten magazines as partners to publish food columns at the same time." MEG went on, "shiquanshimei will be among the ten."

"This..."

Garland's expression is a little complicated. I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

This time, he came here on his back and couldn't sign the exclusive contract. He had to be torn by the boss when he went back.

But Mr. McGonagall's existence can't be shaken with a little fee. Whether he is interested in money or not, it's true that he is rich.