Yiyi succumbed to Wu Tong's prestige, and had no choice but to add the trumpet of the Douluo author, that is, Meng's salary, and sat back and waited for a reply.

On the side, Wu Tong stared at the screen eagerly, as long as a pop-up window appeared, she would definitely remind Yiyi as soon as possible.

"Or ...... You ask in a moment?" Yiyi completely saw her best friend's thoughts, and pointed to the keyboard tentatively.

"Okay, okay!" Wu Tong rubbed his hands excitedly, and was about to hug Yiyi again, but was avoided by Yiyi.

On the other end of the salary, he was chatting with the husky at the moment.

It was he who suddenly remembered something, he wanted to find a few apprentices, write Liu Beiwen's apprentices.

As a disciplined veteran driver, he had to step on the accelerator and continue to drive the car from the previous world. The flag of Shu is fluttering, it is the color that the majority of people never get tired of seeing, how can it end here?

Even if it is blown up one day, Mengxin will learn from a certain senior, standing on a high post with a half-section of flag in his hand, and shouting:

"Look! I don't know whose yellow flag it is...... But this is definitely a flag that countless people have gambled their lives to protect, and this flag is not just planted on it! You guys who have no respect for life will not be able to break it!"

Meng Xin held on for three seconds with a serious face before jumping off his chair.

"It's a bit of a middle two. Meng Xin patted his face, and then his face was full of solemnity: "If a person has not passed the second grade, what is the difference between him and salted fish? What is the difference between him and those various apes, various lions, and various monsters who do not dream of working for life?"

"Labor and management are men who want to become the king of eunuchs, the king of drivers, the king of salted fish, and the king of Shu!"

∠(°∀°)／

But after accepting the apprentice and letting the apprentice inherit his will to write a book, how should he lose his discipline?

Meng Xin hadn't thought about it for the time being, but Leng Buding thought that the good books he knew were basically eunuch texts that had been banned halfway, and he suddenly didn't worry. Isn't this a ready-made pit?

By the end of the eunuch, he will definitely be able to drop a large number of festivals, which is inevitable.

After thinking about it, of course Meng Xin acted, and there was an imperial uncle editor-in-chief by his side, so of course the apprentice Miao Zi had to pick it from him.

"Is there an author who writes well by Uncle Huang, recommend it to me. The news sent out by Meng Xin Leng brought back to his senses the husky who was still immersed in the painful fact that the chicken ~ chicken was crooked.

"Boss, what are you going to do, can you give me a thorough ......" The husky said in a panicked tone, and his expression must have been like this:

It's a pity that there are no such emojis, and I really believe you?

(￢_￢)

"What is Boss Ben going to do, I have to report to you? Are you skinny?" Meng Xin sent a picture of a sneering expression holding a small leather whip that is absolutely not available in this world.

The husky is a little scared, and your temperance value is -341

The corners of Meng Xin's mouth twitched, this Erha, he didn't care enough, he still dared to ask him a question?

No, if you have time one day, you have to get him to get a good job, you have to make him obedient, you have to receive the essence from the big guy!

Who specially installed the input method?

out, I promise not to you!

"I don't have time to write Uncle Huang now, but I have a lot of ideas, you find a few good ones, let them add me, I will sign a contract with them, and let them write on their behalf." "Meng Bao Bang

The huskies were completely stunned.

When he first saw Uncle Huang, he didn't understand what it meant, but in combination with the following text, he immediately understood what it meant.

The Minions are coming back to the rivers and lakes, in the way of ghostwriting by apprentices!

Excited, excited, moved, all kinds of emotions.

Fortunately, his emotions did not add a salary to the festival, otherwise he would have to explain these two or three hundred pounds in front of the computer today.

The husky excitedly sent a few authors he agreed with to Meng Xin, and finally asked cheaply: "Boss, have you really deleted all the manuscripts of Happy Life?"

Meng Xin replied decisively, no!

Then I picked it down.

On the other side of the screen, the husky spurts blood.

Suddenly, Wu Tong's words swiped the screen, and Meng Xin and his friends were stunned.

What's going on with this series of discipline values -1-2-3?

Where's my source of quality discipline?

Has it shrunk?

Meng Xin is not calm, although the festival value is much better now than a few days ago, but he has such a deep bond with Wu Tong, how can he sit back and watch Wu Tong fall?

No, you have to change back to your old self!

Meng Xin called affectionately, and he decided to open the trumpet to see what was going on, and then prescribe the right medicine.

When I opened it, I saw an unfamiliar number to apply for a friend.

"Isn't it my Tongtong?" Meng Xin muttered, just about to refuse, but after a closer look, it turned out to be an acquaintance, Yiyi editor!

That being the case, of course.................. Even more refusal!

Aha!

Meng Xin smiled cheaply and the husky excitedly sent a few authors he agreed with to Meng Xin, and finally asked cheaply: "Boss, have you really deleted all the manuscripts of a happy life?"

Meng Xin replied decisively, no!

Then I picked it down.

On the other side of the screen, the husky spurts blood.

Suddenly, Wu Tong's words swiped the screen, and Meng Xin and his friends were stunned.

What's going on with this series of discipline values -1-2-3?

Where's my source of quality discipline?

Has it shrunk?

Meng Xin is not calm, although the festival value is much better now than a few days ago, but he has such a deep bond with Wu Tong, how can he sit back and watch Wu Tong fall?

No, you have to change back to your old self!

Meng Xin called affectionately, and he decided to open the trumpet to see what was going on, and then prescribe the right medicine.

When I opened it, I saw an unfamiliar number to apply for a friend.

"Isn't it my Tongtong?" Meng Xin muttered, just about to refuse, but after a closer look, it turned out to be an acquaintance, Yiyi editor!

That being the case, of course.................. Even more refusal!

Aha!

Meng smiled cheaply. Now except for the matter of the little mother, nothing is bigger than the inheritance of the flag of the Shu Kingdom!

Meng Xin used the Minions to pick and add those authors, waiting for a reply.

In my memory, a lot of books echoed in my mind, and Meng Xin picked out a few very representative ones and exchanged them from the system library. Of course, it can't be a whole book, even if most of this is basically a eunuch text, a copy will cost tens of thousands, which is not inferior to those mainstream fantasy novels at all, even if he didn't redeem the emoji, the festival value is not enough at all.

"Speaking of which, there is an author named Red Blood, who writes so ambiguously. He seems to have written an urban ambiguous essay called Changing Face, and there is also an ambiguous essay called Xiuzhen Ambiguous Essay called Wandering Flowers, by the way, the protagonists of those two books are called Fang Haoyun and Liu Feng!"

Meng Xin slapped his thigh and praised his strong memory.

"Do you want to move these two out? Well, forget it for now. Although Ben Mengxin doesn't care much about step-by-step, but before the concept of cultivation, he moved out of the frolicking flowers, and readers couldn't get it at all. ”

"Hey, it's a disguise to say that the book is really a cover, the key is ambiguity!"

Meng Xin was entangled, and he set his eyes on changing his face again.

This is on a par with the paper god, the urban ability. But such a good plot should not be placed in the emperor's uncle, it should be seen by the majority of readers in a grand manner, and it is better for him to write it himself.

Well, just build a new vest and call it eating blood.