After the dancers left the dance floor, people got up one after the other and presented their gift to the Dong Patriarch, wishing a long life in prosperity.
Mo Jian watched everything without having the intention of standing. He did not see any reason why he should give him a gift.
He was not close to him, nor were they acquaintances. This was the first time they'd met.
Thus, giving him a gift would be too far-fetched.
Besides, to him, the Dong clan was not worth it.
Ignoring the gift procession, his thought was on another matter entirely. 'Should I create a black and white newspaper or colour?'
'Why should I do that? Since I want to create a media house, I should go for the best.' He mused and tapped his armrest gently.
'If I don't have the Runic Engineering volume 1, it would have taken me a lot of time to create the printing machine…'
But now, he only needs to tinker for a day and draw the blueprint. With the blueprint, everything would become easy.
