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Chapter 2234: Limited Output

There were already more than 40,000 people in the Night Elves and the numbers of elves joining the Night Elves had been steadily increasing since they moved from the Wind Forest to Chaos City.

The textile factory was huge and there was no need to worry about the sales. However, due to the efficiency of the steam textile machines, only 10,000 or so elves were employed.

Of course, based on the current operating status of the textile factory, it could already sustain the Night Elves’ daily expenses.

However, it simply wasn’t enough to be able to sustain all their expenses and create profit. As the supreme leader, Irina gave the highest order of “creating more revenue to achieve moderate prosperity!” and encouraged the Night Elves to develop in all areas.

Mag happened to overhear Ashley and Irina discussing this slimming drug when he was here previously.

Rather than saying that it was a slimming drug, it was, in fact, a traditional elven herbal formula that increased the bowel movements. It did indeed have the effect of lowering body fat and its side effects were extremely minimal. Even little elves would drink a glass every day to keep their bowel movements smooth.

Irina and her elves decided to improve this formula, turn it into a slimming drug and sell it.

Mag admired Irina’s foresight in this area. When it comes to the spending chain of contempt, women took the throne without any doubt.

Be it for wear, use, eat or play, women had the greatest purchasing power.

And on the topic of beautifying themselves, women were willing to pay more money and spend time. This could be seen with the sales of the tofu pudding.

One could foresee the women’s enthusuiasm when a slimming drug that allowed you to slim down without exercising, completely different from those lousy drugs that only reduced your water content by giving you loose stools, and almost had no side effects, was launched.

However, Mag frowned when he smelled the potion.

Women were willing to accept this flaw in order to become prettier.

However, if they wanted to turn it into a nationwide popular health drink, they couldn’t just focus on the women’s slimming needs.

Mag used the dropper to pick up a few drops of green liquid. He tilted his head back and dripped the liquid into his mouth.

The taste of grass was intense with a bitter aftertaste. Moreover, it even had some sediments which made the texture very rough.

“I don’t know about the effects yet, but I suggest you guys make some improvements on the taste and texture first.” Mag closed the medicinal vial as he said to Ashley, “You can make the filter denser or blend the sediments finer. At least, don’t let the customers feel the grains in the sediments. Follow current s on ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

“The taste isn’t really friendly to normal people. You elves can accept the taste of the grass easier than others, but it’s rather pungent to normal humans. Furthermore, it’s slightly bitter. You can improve its taste with fruit acids and sweeteners.”

Ashley took out a small booklet and quickly took down the notes. After pondering for a moment, she asked, “If we are going to use fruit acids, what fruit is suitable? it’s hard to find fresh fruits in Chaos City in the current season.”

“Lemon, orange, apple… You guys can try out all kinds of fruits. It actually isn’t hard to find fresh fruits. The snow in Chaos City hasn’t melted yet, but the Demon Islands are warm all year long. Given your current conditions, it isn’t hard for you guys to disguise yourself and make a trip to the Demon Islands.” Mag smilingly said, “We have to have global awareness when we’re doing business.”

Ashley’s eyes lit up and she nodded with a smile. “Yes. Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Mag.”

“Don’t mention it. I happened to have something to discuss with you and Princess Irina. Let’s talk inside,” Mag replied.

“Sure.” Ashley put away the little booklet and took the medicinal vial, before following Mag back into the office.

Mag told them about his plan to create a Night Elves’ printing house. If they could use color printing on a large scale, it would be a huge industry. His words made Irina and Ashley excited.

“Because I’m worried others will be targeting this technology, I intend to declare to the outside world that this technique is controlled by the Night Elves. Many more people will come looking for you guys for collaborations soon.

“However, our output is limited currently. We can only produce a certain number of exquisite picture books, so we’ll reject all those requests for collaboration with the excuse of limited output. We can keep the clients’ information and we’ll cooperate with them once our output has expanded,” Mag said.

“Alright.” Ashley nodded and noted his suggestion down.

Mag said with a smile, “There’s a client outside right now. He’s the boss of ‘Perfect Food’. He wants to seek cooperation, so you will answer him with that excuse. I brought him here.”

“I shall reject a client brought by you?” Ashley was a little surprised.

“He just wants to use us as the scapegoat.” Irina pursed her lips, as she had seen through Mag’s thoughts.

Ashley was thoughtful, but she wasn’t annoyed.

Mr. Mag was the Night Elves’ most important partner. Be it helping them get out of the lockdown, or helping them out after they arrived at Chaos City and getting them settled in Chaos City, these things were all enough to let the Night Elves treat him as a VIP.

Now, he was even handing such an important industry to them with such trust and care. She naturally wouldn’t reject helping him with such a small issue.

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Hector received the invitation to come into the factory and it was the person-in-charge of the printing house, Miss Ashley, a beautiful and demure elf who received him.

However, after he said his request to collaborate, the other party declined his request with the excuse of insufficient output.

“How was it, Boss?” Garlan asked softly after he saw that Hector went in swiftly and came out shortly.

“It didn’t work out.” Hector shook his head. He looked at the vintage-looking building and sighed. “They said their output is currently insufficient and that they can only print the picture books for now, but that they will work with us after the output increases.”

“So, it means that… the output is all taken up by Boss Mag.” Garlan was slightly shocked but he still consoled him. “It’s still not too bad. At least the other party promised to work with us after the output increases. It’s considered a head start too.”

Hector nodded. He could only console himself like this.

Mag walked out from the gates and Hector quickly lifted the curtains and said, “Mr. Mag, let me send you back.”

“Thank you very much.” Mag didn’t decline. He stepped into the warm carriage. He couldn’t be bothered to hail a carriage back on such a cold day.

Mag sat across from Hector and smilingly asked, “How is it? Did you succeed?”

Hector chuckled and replied, “Thanks to Mr. Mag, we are 50% successful. We can collaborate once the output has increased.”

“That’s quite good. I heard that their output is indeed not big. They can only print 1,000 picture books a day.” Mag nodded.

“Yes. It’s all thanks to Mr. Mag’s introduction.” Hector buttered Mag up again. Mag could occupy the entire color printing output alone and he even failed to steal some output away from him after promising to pay more. It was obvious that Mag had a great relationship with the Night Elves. He was someone worth knowing.

Hector buttered up Mag all the way and he tried to get some information about the color printing from Mag too.

Mag enjoyed the sucking up, but he made excuses regarding all the information about color printing. Anyway, he had already found a scapegoat, so he simply said he knew nothing.

“This is a small token for the children to buy sweets. Please accept it, Mr. Mag.” Hector took out the previous banknote and placed it in Mag’s hands. ????????????????????????????. ????????????

Mag flicked a glance at him. He thought, let’s take it as the additional royalties for the magazine’s million copies sales. So, he accepted it without any guilt.