Pei Mingyang has been very busy recently, because of the fire of Shanfeng's two works, various peripheral industries have been developed one after another. What clothes, dolls, pillows, food, etc., all the items that can make money are dug up by those businessmen to the bottom. All kinds of authorizations need to be reviewed by him, as well as activities to crack down on piracy and marginal balls, and because of the popularity of the mountain wind, a large number of authors have come to him to contribute, hoping to rely on his big tree.

He spends a lot of time just reading the manuscript every day, and most of them are the kind of spicy chicken that imitates the mountain wind, which is simply mental torture for an editor. In addition to these newcomers, he also has a group of uneasy authors under him.

The first to bear the brunt is Du Ziyuan, this guy is always doing something to go out to collect materials, resulting in a serious shortage of sketches, and he was scolded by readers for several issues of "Gastrodia". Fortunately, Du Ziyuan's conscience later found out and gave him the original manuscript of the ten-word "Gastrodia" in one go, which made his stomach disease stop the worsening trend.

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

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

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

Yiye's old housekeeper entered the courtyard, saluted very respectfully, and then said, "Mr. Pei,......"

Before he finished speaking, Pei Mingyang guessed what he was saying: "The painter was angry again?"

The old butler nodded: "Yes, the young master is still not satisfied." ”

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

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

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

The old housekeeper said: "So the young master sent me to tell Mr. Pei, the painter will go to find it himself, so I won't trouble you." ”

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

"Yes. ”

"What about the novel? What about the serialization of "The Hidden Dragon in the Abyss"?"

"The young master said that he had already written the remaining thirty times, and they were all here. The old butler took out a large stack of manuscripts from the tin box he had with him.

This is not an online novel, Qianlong Zaiyuan updates it once a week, and the words of each time are between 3 and 50,000, and thirty times is enough to be serialized for more than half a year. Pei Mingyang hurriedly flipped through and found that Yiye actually wrote the finale directly in one breath and finished the book.

It stands to reason that the routine of "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss" is not a problem with four or five million words, but now it is only forty times counting the ones in his hand, and it will be over in less than 2 million words, which is really a pity.

"Ouch, my stomach, hiss......" Pei Mingyang sat down holding his stomach, he really wanted to cry without tears. Why are talented writers so willful, if he has a knife in his hand now, he really wants to put the knife on Kazuha's neck to force him to continue writing.

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

"I'm fine, I'm sick," Pei Mingyang waved his hand, as if he had given 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 clasped his fists and saluted again, it was precisely because Pei Mingyang was such a person that he and Yiye came to the imperial city with him with confidence.

After handing in the manuscript, the old housekeeper was about to take his leave. However, before he could leave, a pink phantom rushed through the door, and the wind blew all the way and the hair of the three people in the room fluttered.

"What person!" Lao Wu reacted the fastest, and immediately stood in front of Pei Mingyang. However, when he saw the person clearly, he immediately gave up his vigilance.

Because the person who came was Xiao Jin, the dragon maid of Du Ziyuan's family.

"Miss Dragon?" Pei Mingyang also recognized Xiao Jin, "Why are you here? Could it be that Teacher Shanfeng is also here?"

"The master didn't come," Jin shook his head, "and he asked me to do something." ”

"What's the matter?"

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

Pei Mingyang and Lao Wu almost passed in one breath.

"Ahem, Dragon Girl, you're really joking. Pei Mingyang said with a dry smile.

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

As she spoke, she took off her gloves, and Pei Mingyang also came over, only to see a line of words written on her arm: Stupid, hand over the package on your back!

"I'm not stupid!" Xiao Jin said dissatisfiedly, but still handed the backpack she had forgotten on her back to Pei Mingyang.

This is a huge package, Pei Mingyang opened it and found that there were two large boxes inside. In each box were hundreds of thick pages of drawings: "This, this is ......"

Suddenly, he noticed that there was a piece of paper on the outside of the box, and three words were written on it: Summons card.

Pei Mingyang hurriedly took out the summons card and called Du Ziyuan. It didn't take long for it to be connected, and Du Ziyuan's lazy voice came from the other side of the message card: "Hey, Editor Pei, Xiaojin has come to you?"

"Yes, Mr. Shanfeng," Pei Mingyang adjusted his mind and asked, "I don't know what happened to these sketches that you asked Miss Long to send?"

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

"All of them!, you're done with the two comics!?" Pei Mingyang was taken aback and asked nervously.

"Nope. Du Ziyuan's answer made Pei Mingyang breathe 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 regarded as the end of the first part, and there is a follow-up." ”

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

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