Chapter 169 Brand New Trade Means (Part 1)

[Wearing clothes is art, not wearing clothes is also art, in short, it is very art. 】

[I feel that I have been purified by art, and I have no worldly desires at all. 】

[It is strongly recommended that a private bookcase should be set up, because the artworks I get are always stolen, and I have to steal others. 】

[Is this a human being? Are humans really so beautiful? 】

The feedback from the pirates was good. Most of the opinions said that this thing is too artistic, and a small part said that it could be more artistic.

Seeing these opinions, Liu Zi found that the opinions of the goddess of art are actually effective.

Pulling over the goddess of art who was still bleeding, the six sons asked curiously: "Strange, most of the animals and plants here have never seen human beings, and some have even never looked directly at the gods. Why do you think the human form is beautiful?"

The goddess of art who was interrupted to review the art was a little dissatisfied, but she didn't want to offend her father of the artwork, so she could only say obediently: "Because our origin is human beings, as our common ancestor, the human form has a fatal attraction for us. "

"The Mukui 1234 is also in human form, why didn't I see you go up and lick it?"

"Mukui 1234...that's not human, why should I lick it."

Although she has a human form, Mukui 1234 is Tian Xuan's apostle in essence. The gods can see through her essence at a glance, while ordinary animals and plants will automatically ignore her existence.

Afterwards, it looked at Liu Zi and said, "On the contrary, you apostles don't have any sense of human form. That's strange."

"Because I'm used to seeing it. We're all human beings ourselves."

As soon as the words fell, the six sons saw the goddess of art pounced on with a halazi, and shouted as she pounced: "Let me see, let me see!"

Afterwards, it was forced back to its original position by the laser sword hanging on Liu Zi's arm, and it dared not move.

His own weapon actually took effect at this time, which made Liu Zi realize that every weapon has its own purpose, and the laser sword is no exception.

Moreover, he reconfirmed that the hedgehog in front of him was a psychopath.

With such a low level of compulsion, and saying that he is a god all day long, it is strange if he is not mentally ill.

As for the other party's explanation, Liu Zi feels that some basic settings should be involved in it, so he can write it down and study it slowly.

Then, based on feedback from the pirates, the first artworks were made.

Liu Zi drew the line draft and then colored it. The oil painting-like painting looks exquisite, and it also made the heretics sigh: "Mr. Liu Zi, I thought you can't draw anything except underwear?"

"...I know that my comics have a bit more content, but how can you defile people's innocence out of thin air! I have no choice but to live."

The heretic squinted his eyes and looked at Liu Zi, feeling that the other party was absolutely dishonest.

Obviously you like it!

The first batch of painting collections have already started to be printed, and these collections are all at the top level of Liu Zi, and they are also his favorite works of art to draw.

These works are not commercial works catering to the public, but are full of personality created by combining his own preferences and combining Chinese and Western techniques.

Seeing his own artwork being recognized, Liu Zi's mood became better, and he was not bored anymore.

Looking at the printed works, the heretics flipped through them for a while, and then said: "Now there is only one problem, how can we prevent piracy?"

This is also the question that Liu Zi is most worried about.

As a player who is proficient in the capitalist routine in "I Am the Director", Liu Zi knows that monopolizing the business is very profitable. If they want to maximize their profits, they need to monopolize all the paintings.

And he is the original author of the painting, so he doesn't want others to pirate his work.

But the problem is that the works of the interstellar era are easily pirated, and lawless capitalists don't care about the so-called copyright, as much as they can steal.

Even if they are squirrels who have beaten the gods, capitalists will still take the risk of beheading to pirate, and even if they die, they will feed themselves well.

Anyway, Xinghai is so big, maybe we will die when you call over.

And players can't use the Destroyer Star now, after all, after the game is updated, the Destroyer Star is limited to Pine Tower, and it can't be used outside for the time being.

What's more, the capitalists are restricted, and there are even more brainless priests. Just an old mouse has the ability to turn black and white. Who knows what moths those sects will do to compete for the paintings.

They keep proposing proposals, such as digital anti-counterfeiting, painting anti-counterfeiting and other ideas, but they end up either because of insufficient technical skills or because they are unrealistic.

Just when the two squirrels were having a headache, the goddess of art appeared again.

It originally wanted to follow a painting into the room to take a look at it slowly, but when it found two squirrels sitting in the treasure house and worried, it immediately felt very uncomfortable.

Especially Liu Zi, if you are a good artist, if you don’t create art, what are you doing here!

Stepping forward, it asked dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter with you, why don't you work?"

The six sons glanced at the goddess of art, and said helplessly: "There is a problem, we don't know how to prevent piracy."

"Piracy, what is that?" the goddess of art asked blankly.

After Liu Zi's detailed explanation, the Goddess of Art finally understood the key to the problem, and suddenly realized: "Hey, what should I be? It turned out to be this. This is simple, bring me the book."

After receiving a book, the Goddess of Art opened it, looked at the strong or charming figures on it, and smirked for a long time, then suddenly looked at Ling Ling, and said seriously: "I declare that nothing can copy you .”

This sentence sounds inexplicable, but when Liu Zi looked at the book, the information prompt on his glasses suddenly told it that the book could not be copied.

Heretics also have the same glasses and saw the same information.

He dubiously copied the book, and was surprised to find that no matter what method he used, the contents of the book could not be copied.

It is even impossible to copy by hand, and the means to copy this painting are all invalid, and the specific reason is unknown.

"What's going on here?" Liu Zi asked in confusion.

"The ability of the gods." The goddess of art raised her head proudly, "Our gods are the embodiment of laws, and we can order the world to do things within our power. Although I have been reincarnated, as long as my desire to appreciate artworks is satisfied, then I You can change the world in a small way. The same principle was used for the previous jailbreak.”

"That's how it is, reality intervener." Liu Zi nodded.

"Well, it should be enough to change reality with one's own ideas." The heretic also nodded, "But from the performance point of view, it should be a weak chicken-level reality interferer."

"You guys just don't want to believe that I'm a god, right?" The Goddess of Art snorted dissatisfied.

"Who would believe that a guy who drools every day looking at artworks is a god." Liu Zi also snorted coldly, "I'm still a goddess."

"you!"

"Stop talking nonsense, come here and put a copy-proof brand on these, and I will reward you with one for your performance tonight."

"Great!"

Encouraged by the new paintings, the goddess of art quickly forgot the discrimination she had suffered before, and began to concentrate on helping anti-counterfeiting.

With the help of the goddess of art, the anti-counterfeiting problem was solved smoothly.

Anti-counterfeiting is applied to each painting, which slows down the speed of printing paintings, but reduces the number of paintings and further increases the rarity of paintings.

After the anti-counterfeiting problem is solved, the next step is to sell.

Every pirate is registered, and they will be found if they go to any nearby planet. After that, a dragon will be arrested and shot, and there is no need for a trial in the middle.

The nearby black market is not good either. The Liberty Alliance is just a small group, and paintings are easy to attract strong coveted. At that time, let alone making money, whether they can survive will be a problem.

I got stuck on this issue for a while, and finally came up with an idea.

"Let's go rob."

"Wait a minute!" Liu Zi covered his head, "I can understand your wanting to commit a crime, but don't think about robbing everything."

"You misunderstood me, I mean, let's rob merchant ships."

"Where is this misunderstanding!"

"And then sell our books to each other."

A group of people looked at heretics, and then said that it was the first time they heard such outrageous ideas.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems to be okay.

The guys in the merchant ship are all capitalists, and the capitalists are all profit-seeking. As long as we sell the painting to the other party and let the other party know that this thing is valuable, then those merchants will go offline by themselves, and they will also get a big profit.

And this method is quite flexible, just aim at the merchant ships that have left the order, and the next time the other party wants to do this kind of business, they can come directly, then they can sell paintings, so as to truly achieve sustainable fishing.

The six sons, the heretics, Mu Kui 1234 and the goddess of art discussed together all night, and finally agreed on the specific rules.

And it's not too difficult to implement this kind of thing. After staying at the spot for an afternoon, someone delivered it to the door.

Short Tail is the president of a small chamber of commerce, and it is a chamber of commerce composed of a group of rabbits.

The recent situation is very complicated. Some originally stable trade routes have been broken, and price fluctuations have made short-distance transportation a loss-making business. Therefore, they must try some routes that have not been taken before.

But when he saw the white pirate ship appear, Tail let out a long and short sigh, knowing that the Lord of Wealth did not favor them, but the group of pirates on the opposite side.

Fortunately, it was just a tentative exploration this time.

It only brought two cargo ships, and there were not many items on board, and there were not many crew members, and it had already confessed its funeral. Its thirty-seventh child is very good, and it will be the president of the Chamber of Commerce in the future.

Looking back at my rabbit life, Short Tail found that I didn't have too many regrets in my rabbit life. The biggest regret may be that I didn't have more children.

Sighing, it saw the force field enveloping the place, and the two cargo ships were pulled by the force field and flew into the largest pirate ship, and docked inside the pirate ship.

Afterwards, someone politely knocked on the flagship's cabin door, and the crew at the door wanted to resist, but was stopped by the short tail.

For some reason, he felt that these pirates were too polite, which made him feel that the other party was not a simple pirate, which also made him see a chance to survive.

Putting on his captain's uniform, it signaled the crew to open the door, and then saw a huge polar bear appearing at the door.

Rabbits are really tiny compared to polar bears.

It almost chose to play dead on the spot, but fortunately, the captain's sense of honor restrained his instincts, and saluted the other party: "Sir, I am..."

"Ma'am." The polar bear said dissatisfied.

"Well... sorry, ma'am, I want to ask, do you have anything to do with us?"

"Are you the captain?"

"Yes."

"Come with me, let your crew not resist, we will let you go later. And don't worry too much, our leader just wants to make a deal with you."

Silently following behind the polar bear, the short tail began to think about what the so-called business was.

Should we help transport some drugs, or ask for a ransom?

Just when the short tail was dreaming, it was brought to the simple office, and then saw the big chair.

Afterwards, the chair was turned around, and the squirrel appeared on the chair, looked at the rabbit below, and said in a hoarse voice, "Welcome, Sir Short Tail."

With a short tail, he bowed and sat down on the chair pushed by the polar bear.

After sitting down, it looked at the heretic in front of it and asked, "What's your name?"

"Heretics."

"...a name with personality, are you not an ordinary squirrel, but an apostle of the Outer God?"

"You are very insightful, how did you judge?"

"The names are very strange. They are usually the apostles of the Outer Gods. We businessmen need to know a lot of information, so we can basically inquire about such things."

The evil heretic looked at the opposite rabbit with satisfaction.

It's a pleasure to deal with smart people, and it's even better if the other party is a greedy smart person.

Using silence to set off the atmosphere at this time, the evil outsider continued: "My subordinates should have already said that I want to do a business with you."

"Well, tell me, what kind of business is it?"

"No hurry, just look at this first."

After snapping his fingers, the polar bear on the side handed over the beautifully packaged paintings.

There are many exquisite things in this world, but the things on the cover of the painting still make Tail Short hold his breath, speechless for a while.

Lord of wealth, this thing is too artistic.

The violent impact made his tail stunned, and the shock brought by art was like a hammer, hitting his forehead hard, making his brain start to buzz.

Especially when he read the first page, he felt as if he was facing the angel, and he was moved by an unprecedented feeling, making him seem to know why he was alive today.

Holding the painting, it said with tears streaming down its face: "Lord of wealth, is this the gift you gave me before I died?"

Seeing the other party's excited appearance, Liu Zi who was hiding in the dark whispered, "Is the other party's performance a bit exaggerated?"

And the goddess of art beside him cast a dissatisfied glance at Liu Zi: "You just paint, what kind of art do you know?"

The six sons looked back at the goddess of art, and decided to squeeze out the remaining value of this guy later, and then ruthlessly discarded it!

Such rampant mental illness is unacceptable.