"Sir God, this is the medicinal material for today. The last time I sold 10,000 yuan in figures, but the platform will take half of it."
Speaking of commission, Wang Jinlong felt so painful.
Unfortunately, virtual characters have copyright restrictions. If you infringe and sell them for profit, you will definitely sue, so it is better to "given with friendship".
However, when Wang Jinlong thought of the buyer's identity as a minor, he felt uneasy. What should the parents know about this? What should they do if they ask for a return?
After thinking about it, Wang Jinlong thought about the money and thought it was a temporary loan.
Anyway, I am poor for a while, but I cannot be poor for a lifetime.
If the other party really asks for it, it will be no big deal. There is no need to refund the figure, just treat it as interest for borrowing money.
When Yang Muyun heard the number of 10,000, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the figure would make such a profitable thing, and it would turn stones into gold.
If every figure made later can be sold so many, you won’t have to worry about buying medicine and meat.
The dwarf braised egg is really a treasure, a human-shaped money printing machine.
So, Yang Muyun listed a list, "The last time we made original skin, and now we made skin-free ones, these are the various props we made."
Wang Jinlong was immediately excited when he heard this.
The original skin figures are sold for 10,000 yuan, wouldn’t it be more handsome if the skin looks?
Moreover, the envoy of God said that each hero only does it once, and every figure is out of print. I originally thought that the business would not last long, but now it seems that this business can be done for several years.
Especially when Wang Jinlong saw the eye-catching words "gold" on the list, he instantly realized that the figure that was about to appear was absolutely real and had no moisture at all. He was looking forward to it.
After Yang Muyun got the medicinal materials, he immediately started a new round of pharmaceutical production.
The braised eggs have been built by the water flow. If you can’t do complicated work, it’s okay to grind the soaked medicinal materials into mud.
Yang Muyun lost five hundred slimes and five hundred more ten-full big pills.
In order to reward the hero's hero's braised eggs, Yang Muyun gave him a pill.
Ludan held the heavy pill in his hands, and burst into tears. Isn’t this a slime? Can this thing be eaten?
But when he saw the owner's eager gaze, the braised egg chewed it.
It's a little hard, and it's stuck in the throat, but...
The braised egg widened his eyes in disbelief.
What's going on with this warm energy? What exactly is this?
Ahhhh, it's so hot, it's so hot, my stomach is so hot, my body is about to melt...
After drinking the slime, the braised egg clearly felt the changes in the body, and then decisively put down the resistance in his heart and started to fuck him in big mouthfuls.
Yang Muyun quickly stopped him, "Save half of it, otherwise your stomach will be full and you will not be able to drink water."
Alas, it’s time to solve the shortcomings of Slime’s stomach.
Immediately, Yang Muyun took out a few pictures.
"It's the guy from last time. This time I changed a few clothes. I had to make these small items on my body. The materials were all ready. I could just open my mouth if I still lacked."
Ludandan glanced at the picture and thought to himself: Tailor, carving, blacksmith, cobbler... I can do it little by little, but this little is enough.
"Master, don't worry, you can make it all within three days."
Yang Muyun nodded with satisfaction, "It doesn't matter if you are slower, you need quality products, do you understand?"
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On the other side, Cheng Jinzi opened the express delivery with anticipation, carefully pulled out the shock-proof sponge, and then took out the long-awaited figure.
That's right, this is Cheng Yaojin, who Wang Jinlong "sent" to the live broadcast, which is worth a very fine toy.
Watching the real thing directly is clearer and more detailed than the picture in the live broadcast.
Cheng Jinzi pulled the figure's hair curiously, and it was indeed very strong. He pinched one of them and lifted it up, protecting the other hand, and then slowly left the tabletop.
"It's really strong, this figure is of good quality."
I took a magnifying glass and observed carefully and found that Cheng Yaojin's skin was also the original color of the stone, not soaked in pigment, nor was it colored later.
The black part of the eyes, the red part of the lips, and the two brown points on the chest muscles are actually the colors of the stone itself. This coincidence is incredible.
Not to mention the craftsmanship of the figure, the colors of these three points alone are much more than 10,000 yuan.
After all, no one knows what it looks like before the stone is broken. No matter how clever the master is, he only speculates the direction inside based on the external texture of the stone, rather than just like the perspective eye. He directly knows how many dots are under the stone skin.
Where is it and what color it is?
I noticed this when I was watching the live broadcast, but I was not sure in my heart and thought about taking a photo. If it was really as I thought, this stone would be extremely precious.
Then, Cheng Jinzi pinched the axe on the figure and gently twitched but found that he couldn't pull it and was stuck too tightly.
After careful observation, I finally found the mystery. The patterns on the axe handle and the inner side of the palm are tightly bit together like mortise and tenon. They must be turned to a certain angle before they can be taken off.
This design is amazing.
You know, the axe handle is as thick as a charging cable for a mobile phone. How big can the palm be? Designing a mortise and tenon structure in this small space is simply amazing.
He took out a few toothpicks and put them on the notebook, cut them down with an axe, and the toothpick broke in response to the sound.
It is cut or not broken. The toothpick section is smooth and flat, and there is no sign of hair. If you look at the axe blade, let alone the gap, you can't even see any scratches.
Cheng Jinzi covered his mouth in surprise, his eyes wide open.
After weighing the weight of the axe and touching the material of the axe handle, Cheng Jinzi swears that he has played so many figures and has seen swords, guns, swords, and halberds, etc., but it is the first time he has done it.
If this axe is enlarged by a few numbers, it will definitely control the tool.
The little axe is like a magic weapon that blows hair and cuts hair like mud in martial arts novels.
The excited Cheng Jinzi immediately took out his mobile phone to play the video.
Soon, a big bearded man on the opposite side appeared.
"Golden, what's wrong? Dad is busy."
Cheng Jinzi pointed the camera at the figure on the table.
The big bearded man on the screen immediately stared at his eyes and said, "Your father, my name is Cheng Yaojin, you are Yaojin."
Cheng Jinzi sneered, "Cheng Erbaijin, you haven't been home for two months and three days. The day after tomorrow is my birthday, don't forget it."
The big-faced and bearded man stared at the screen for a while, and soon, a transfer appeared here in Cheng Jinzi.
"Okay, I wish you a happy birthday to Yaojin Baby in advance. You can have fun by yourself. Just grandparents will accompany you. Dad is busy for a while and can't leave."
Cheng Jinzi pointed the camera at the toothpick on the table, then picked up the axe and cut it down.
Click!
Click!
Click!
After a while, three pieces were cut in a row, showing the axe blade with a toothpick section as smooth as a mirror to the camera, and then put the axe in front of the camera, and gestured at the table, chairs, benches and bottles.
"Cheng Erbaijin, I saw you playing CrossFire when I was a child. Do you think this picture looks like when you cut an axe?"
Cheng Jinzi's mobile phone is very high-end, and the reflection on the axe blade can be clearly seen. Cheng Jinzi walked left and right, front and back, and back, and the picture was really similar.
The big-faced bearded man instantly widened his eyes, "Okay, okay, Jinzi, don't be angry, Dad is joking with you, go back today, go back today..."
Lower your voice (Xiaoli, hurry up and book your air ticket tonight)
Lower your voice (tonight? Is it good tomorrow at noon)
Cheng Jinzi "snatched" at the phone, "Cheng Erbaijin, you are so busy."