Have you ever experienced despair?

If you ask Pei Mingyang this question, he will definitely tell you: I have experienced it.

As an editor, the authors under him are more capricious than the other. It is not easy for others to write a popular work, that is, they can pour as much water as they can, and if they can write for a long time, it will never end. The writers under him are good, and each one finishes faster than the other, as if they are in a hurry.

"This editor can't be an editor. Pei Mingyang felt that if he continued like this, he would be killed by these authors sooner or later. It's just two, if he comes back in the future, will he still be alive?

It's just that there is no way, this editor still has to grit his teeth and continue to be. Not to mention the mountain wind, the strongest newcomer who is popular all over the country of Aolan, even if it is a leaf, his novel results are absolutely first-class, and every time the reader's survey feedback "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss" can always be ranked in the top 5. In front of him, except for the mountain wind, which one is not a veteran master with more than ten years of experience?

The benefits that the two of them can bring are huge, and Pei Mingyang can sit firmly on the throne of the heir of the master of Miaozhu Peak with just these two people, and even make Miaozhu Peak the first peak in the Tiangang Sect is just around the corner.

This is really painful and happy, he is really afraid that one day he will get used to the pain and awaken some strange constitution.

Thinking of this, Pei Mingyang suddenly shuddered. He picked up the message card: "Mr. Shanfeng, you finished two novels, do you have any new plans after that? When will the second part of "Game of Thrones" be drawn?"

"Game of Thrones is uninspired for the time being, but the new book has already been drawn quite a bit, so you can come to my house for a face-to-face interview when you have time. ”

"Oh!" This is good news, Pei Mingyang's eyes lit up suddenly, "What is the theme of the new book?"

"Fairy girl. Du Ziyuan only gave these four words.

Pei Mingyang breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it is a girl-themed theme, it should be similar to "Gastrodia", so that the popularity of "Gastrodia" will not be lost too seriously. He is now afraid that Du Ziyuan will run to draw some reasoning, martial arts or something, this kind of large-scale transformation is easy to lose fans.

"Okay, I'll be going to your place soon. Pei Mingyang said and hung up the communication card. He looked around and asked the fifth child, "What about the dragon girl?"

"She just went out chasing a butterfly. ”

......

In a tavern in the Imperial City of Aura, a chubby young man in a faded linen shirt walked in.

As soon as he came to the counter, he discharged three gold leaves and said in a loud voice: "Shopkeeper!

When the people next to him looked at it, they immediately exclaimed: "Yo, Fat Zhou, you have made a fortune." ”

However, there was immediately a humane: "What kind of fortune, he went to steal other people's ink blocks and sell them for money." ”

As soon as the chubby young man heard this, he was like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, and immediately retorted: "What is stealing! I, I'm going to teach people how to draw, can I use a few pieces of ink to steal it? No, I can't count it......

Before he finished speaking, suddenly several men with sticks rushed in from outside the tavern, followed by a middle-aged man in fancy clothes. "Okay, you're different every week, Lao Tzu invited you to teach painting, and you actually stole my family's things and sold them for wine and drink! Today Lao Tzu is going to break your two unruly hands!"

The crowd dispersed suddenly, and only the shopkeeper reminded: "If you want to fight, please go out." "Who would be okay if you can open a tavern in the Imperial City?

The middle-aged man in the gorgeous costume didn't say anything, and motioned to his subordinates to arrest Zhou Wei and take him out to fight again.

Zhou Wei immediately panicked, struggling and begging for mercy: "Don't beat me! Don't beat me! I'm a literati, and I can't be rude to literati!"

"Phew! People like you are insulting to Sven!" What kind of literati are you!" the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes scolded disdainfully, turned around and continued to walk out.

But as soon as he reached the door, he was suddenly stopped by a man. When I looked closely, it turned out to be an emaciated teenager.

Half of the man's shirt was tucked into his pants, half was exposed, and a brush was stuck in his bun. Although it looks very unkempt, some middle-aged people with a net worth recognize the value of the clothes on the teenager at a glance. This is by no means something that ordinary people can afford to wear, and the brush on his head, if I am not mistaken, it is a pen specially customized by Tiangangzong for its authors, and it is also printed with the badge of Tiangangzong.

The middle-aged man suddenly became cautious, and he asked, "May I ask if you have something to do with me?"

The young man pointed to Zhou Wei, who was arrested by them: "How much does he owe you? I helped him pay it back, and you let him go." ”

"This ......" Although he wanted to beat Zhou Wei, since someone wanted to help him pay back the money, the middle-aged man did not refuse, "He stole ten high-grade ink blocks from my family, all of which were imported from the Western Regions, with a total value of twenty taels of gold." ”

Speaking of which, the middle-aged man is also angry, twenty taels of gold ink blocks, he gritted his teeth to buy it for the sake of his son's future, this dead fat man actually got a batch of inferior ink blocks and quietly replaced them, and then took these ink blocks for three gold leaves (1 tael) to come here to exchange for wine and drink. If he hadn't tracked Zhou differently today, he might have been kept in the dark. Are you angry?

But the young man didn't care about this, so he casually took out two golden tickets with a denomination of ten taels from his pocket and handed them over: "Take it." ”

"Hey, okay, okay. The money came back, and the middle-aged man was also very happy, so he immediately put Zhou Wei down and left with his family.

That week was not the same as the catastrophe, and I was also shocked into a cold sweat. He hurriedly waved at the young man: "Thank you, thank you, Da En Da Rong will report on his birthday later." ”

After saying that, he actually patted his ass and wanted to leave. The young man grabbed the back of his clothes, and Zhou Wei didn't pull it a few times, so he had to force a smile: "Do you have any advice?"

"They were going to break your hand. The boy said.

"Uh, yes," Zhou Wei nodded awkwardly, thought about it and added, "It's really insulting." ”

The boy didn't care about this: "I paid back the money for you, and now your hand is mine." ”

"You want my hand too!" Zhou Wei's face changed greatly, and he shook his head vigorously while covering his hands, "Don't! I won't be able to live day and night without them!"

"I will not cut off your hands. The boy said.

"Then what do you want to do? First of all, I'm not a rabbit. Although Zhou Wei looks chubby, his hands are very beautiful, and his fingers are straight and slender, just like a girl. It's inevitable that some people will have strange ideas.

The young man took out a blank piece of paper from his arms, on which was painted a portrait of a character, which was Gong Yongsaki in "Tianma", and the degree of completion was very high. It is also written below: Zhou's painting, a hundred texts a day, let your child become the next mountain wind.

"I want you to help me draw......"