Be a Cartoonist In the Fairy World

　　 Pei Mingyang has been very busy recently, because of the fire of two works of Shanfeng, various peripheral industries have been developed one after another. What kind of clothing, dolls, pillows, food, etc., all profitable items have been dug up by those merchants. Various authorizations require him to finalize the review, as well as activities to combat piracy and sideballs, and because of the popularity of the mountain, a large number of authors come to him to submit articles, hoping to rely on his tree.

　　 He spends a lot of time just reading the manuscripts every day, most of which are spicy chickens that imitate the mountain wind, which is simply a mental torture for an editor. In addition to these newcomers, he also has a group of unconscious authors.

　　The first person to bear the brunt is Du Ziyuan. This guy is always going out to collect materials, resulting in a serious shortage of drafts. In several issues of "Gastrodia" he was criticized by readers. Fortunately, Du Ziyuan later found out in his conscience that he gave him the manuscript of ten chapters "Gastrodia" in one breath, which stopped his stomach from getting worse.

　　 However, Du Ziyuan is not the only one who likes to do things.

　　 "Master, Mr. Yiye's housekeeper is here again." The report of the fifth child made Pei Mingyang's eyes tremble.

Again? How many times have you been this month? Pei Mingyang said weakly: "Let him come in."

　　 The old butler of Yiye entered the yard, saluted respectfully, and then said: "Mr. Pei,..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, Pei Mingyang guessed what was behind him: "The painter was **** away again?"

　　 The old butler nodded: "Yes, Master is still not satisfied."

"This is the seventh one," Pei Mingyang said helplessly, "I'm looking for all the famous painters in the Aolan Chinese painting circle today. Is it possible that he still wants Teacher Shanfeng to paint for him? "

　　 The old butler said: "The young master said, even if it is not as good as the mountain breeze, if you don't even have half of the painting skills of the mountain breeze, you can't beat the mountain breeze."

"Better than the mountain wind?" Pei Mingyang laughed after a pause. "Since Mr. Yiye has this idea, of course I support it, but you see, there are really no painters that I can find here who are willing to beat others. Now, those who paint are all more proud of each other."

　　 The old butler said: "So the young master sent me to talk to Mr. Pei. The painter will find him by himself, so I won't bother you."

　　 "Oh, that's it, that's...Oh!?" Pei Mingyang suddenly reacted, and he hurriedly walked to the old housekeeper, "You said he went to the painter himself?"

"Yes."

　　 "What about the novel? What about the serialization of "Qianlong Zaiyuan"?"

　　 "The young master said, he has written the remaining thirty times, and they are all here." The old butler took out a large stack of manuscripts from the iron box he carried.

　　 This is not a novel on the Internet. Qianlong Zaiyuan updates it once a week. The characters in each time are between 30,000 and 50,000. Thirty times are enough for serialization for more than half a year. Pei Mingyang quickly flipped through it and found that Yiye had written the finale in one breath, and ended the book.

According to the logic, it’s not a problem for four or five million words in the routine of "Dian Long Zai Yuan", but now it’s only forty times including what he has. NS.

　　 "Oh, my stomach, hiss..." Pei Mingyang sat down with his stomach, he really wanted to cry without tears. Why are talented writers so headstrong? If he has a knife in his hand now, he really wants to put the knife on Yiye's neck to force him to continue writing.

　　 "Mr. Pei, are you okay?" the old butler asked with concern.

　　 "I'm okay, I'm sick," Pei Mingyang waved his hand, as if giving up, and said, "He can do whatever he wants, as long as he can create good works."

　　 "Thank you Mr. Pei for your understanding." The old butler held a fist and bowed again. It was precisely because Pei Mingyang was such a person that he and Yiye came to the imperial city with confidence.

　　 The manuscript was handed in, and the old butler decided to leave. However, before he had time to leave, suddenly a pink phantom rushed in from the door, and the squally wind that followed caused the hair of all three people in the house to float.

　　 "Who!" The fifth person reacted fastest and immediately stood in front of Pei Mingyang. But when he saw the incoming person clearly, he immediately gave up his vigilance.

　　Because the person here is the dragon maid Xiaojin of Du Ziyuan's family.

　　 "Dragon girl?" Pei Mingyang also recognized Xiaojin, "Why did you come here? Did the teacher Shanfeng also come?"

　　 "Master did not come," Xiao Jin shook his head, "He asked me to do something."

"what's up?"

　　 Little King Kong opened his mouth, and suddenly his expression froze on his face. After 3 seconds: "I forgot."

　　 Pei Mingyang and Lao Wu almost turned off at once.

　　 "Ahem, Miss Dragon, you can really joke." Pei Mingyang said with a dry smile.

　　 "I really forgot," Xiao Jin scratched the back of his head, and suddenly smiled, "That's right! When the master came, he said he was afraid that I would forget, so he wrote it in my hand."

　　 She took off her gloves as she said~www.readwn.com~ Pei Mingyang also leaned in, but she saw a line written on her arm: idiot, hand over the package on your back!

　　 "I'm not a fool!" Xiao Jin said dissatisfiedly, but he gave Pei Mingyang the backpack she had forgotten on his back.

　　 This is a huge package, Pei Mingyang opened it and found two big boxes inside. There are hundreds of thick pages in each box: "This, this is..."

　　 He suddenly found that there was still a piece of paper outside the box with three words written on it: communication card.

　　 Pei Mingyang quickly took out the communication card and hit Du Ziyuan. After a while, it was connected, and Du Ziyuan's lazy voice came from the other side of the communication card: "Hello? Editor Pei, Xiaojin is there for you?"

　　 "Yes, Mr. Shanfeng," Pei Mingyang adjusted his mood and asked, "I don't know what happened to the drawings you asked Dragon Girl to send?"

　　 "Didn't you read it? It's all the remaining sketches of "Genius Mahjong Fairy" and "Game of Thrones"." Du Ziyuan said.

　　 "All! You finished the two comics!?" Pei Mingyang was taken aback and asked nervously.

"No." Du Ziyuan's answer gave Pei Mingyang a sigh of relief, but the next sentence directly knocked him into despair, "Just the end of "Genius Mahjong Fairy", "Game of Thrones" can only be counted as the first Let's finish one, and there will be follow-ups."

　　 "You!...... How can you finish "Genius Mahjong Fairy"!?" Pei Mingyang felt like he was about to suffocate, "Don't you know how good this book is?"

　　 A few days ago, he was still planning how to develop "Gastrodia" into a large-scale "novel" that could be painted for more than ten or twenty years. As a result, Du Ziyuan actually told him that it was finished. How can there be such an operation?