Zhu Yingtai walked out of the Apocalypse Academy, walked to a corner of a deserted street, began to rub her cheeks, and recited a spell lightly in her mouth, just three minutes, her face changed from a handsome pole to an old middle-aged face.

"I don't have to change my clothes. Well, that's all. After tidying up his clothes a little, Zhu Yingtai nodded with satisfaction, hired a car, and set off towards the courtyard where he rented.

Sitting in the car, tilting his head and looking at the scenery outside, he couldn't help but yawn, I got up really early today, I was really tired for the third book of the green shirt bamboo raft in the past few days, and I have never worked so hard.

"You, are you Mr. Peach Blossom?" the coachman seemed to be a fan of his books, and he could vaguely recognize this very characteristic face, and he was a little excited, and after thinking for a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask out loud.

"It's not. Zhu Yingtai frowned slightly and casually vetoed.

"Ah, that's because I recognized the wrong person, and I thought you were Mr. Peach Blossom, which was rude. The coachman was stunned for a moment and hurriedly apologized.

"It's fine. ”

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Yuting Street. There are continuous mansions here, the scenery is beautiful, the feng shui is good, there are high-grade attics with carved beams and painted buildings in it, and the left and right are to build mountains and pass through the pond, the bamboo and trees are gathered, and there are wind pavilions and water pavilions. The best location for those who choose to live in the dignitaries.

The location is excellent, and the price is naturally prohibitive.

At this time, in front of a mansion, five editors were waiting.

One of these five editors is the editor-in-chief of the Qingshan Publishing Administration, and the other four are also respected veteran editors, among whom there is Wang Chang, the editor who mocked Liu Ping at the beginning.

There was a carriage parked on the side, it was a little cold outside, and a few people were waiting in the carriage for Mr. Peach Blossom, who was Zhu Yingtai.

The editor-in-chief's surname is Hu Mingmeng, and he didn't feel impatient at this time, but smiled excitedly: "I didn't want Mr. Peach Blossom to deliver the manuscript so diligently recently." How wonderful it would be if it were like this in the future?"

The benefits that Mr. Peach's novel can bring to Aoyama Publishing House are unimaginable. It can be said that Mr. Peach Blossom alone supported half of the sky of Tsingshan Publishing House, and if there was no Mr. Peach Blossom, he Qingshan Publishing House would not have been able to dominate in Yangzhou and become the top ten publishing houses in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

A long time ago, Mr. Peach Blossom also had the idea of sealing the pen, but Hu Meng was frightened, if he stopped writing, it would be a disaster, the blow to Castle Peak Publishing House, immeasurable, so it took all kinds of costs, thousands of promises, all kinds of pleading, to let him continue to write.

Since then, he will do all the requirements for Mr. Peach Blossom immediately, in order to complete Mr. Taohua's old books and prepare new books, he even does not hesitate to stop the submission, and spend money to invite other famous authors, many editors and many authors to work together to make suggestions.

"I'm afraid it's because of that book. One editor voiced his guess.

The surrounding editors, hearing this, immediately knew what he was referring to.

"The Three Kingdoms of the Gods, I don't know where it came from, this travel book publishing house can publish such a good book. Strange, why didn't Long Aotian choose me Qingshan Publishing House?" Wang Chang said very suspiciously, he didn't know that the author of that book was the author he personally pushed away.

Hu Meng sighed and said: "Who knows? I also watched the Three Kingdoms of the Gods, it was really wonderful, and I was surprised to conceive the case, although I don't want to praise it like this, but this is indeed a fact, and it is useless not to admit it." ”

Hu Xiu, an editor next to him, who is the younger brother of this Hu Meng, also nodded and said: "Indeed, it is indeed worthy of praise, this Youshu Publishing House has really picked up a treasure." I think Mr. Peach Blossom has some pressure because of this book, and he wants to overpower him, so he is so diligent. ”

Hu Meng smiled bitterly and said: "This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise?" By the way, Hu Xiu, has Long Aotian found it, after looking for so many days, has he not found him?"

Hu Xiu shook his head and said: "His whereabouts are too secretive, and the tone of the Youshu Publishing House is too tight, and I can't find any clues at all." ”

Hu Mengdao: "Keep looking, don't be stingy with money and position, I don't believe that I can't open the mouth of an editor, as long as I can successfully dig Long Aotian to my Qingshan Publishing House, I will give him enough benefits!"

Hu Xiu nodded solemnly and said, "Got it." ”

Suddenly, an editor exclaimed, "Mr. Peach Blossom is here." ”

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Taking the manuscript and walking out of the academy, Liu Ping muttered a little strangely: "Why did Zhu Yingtai disappear so early? ”

"Forget it, I'll ask him when I come back, and I'll go and deliver the manuscript first. ”

I hired a carriage and rushed to the book publishing house.

Although the editors also proposed to come and receive the manuscript in person, this is really a bit of a publicity. If people know that I am the author of the Three Kingdoms of the Gods, I'm afraid there will be a lot of 'trouble', so let's hide it first. Liu Ping looked at the manuscript in his hand and whispered to himself: "I can only work harder, I got up early to deliver the manuscript." ”

"But after the second volume was written, I dragged out the manuscript for a while, and I was so tired from writing, how could I not rest well?"

made a decision that made countless people painful in the future, and Liu Ping's mood gradually became happy.

After a short time, I finally arrived at the Youshu Publishing House.

At the door of the Youshu Publishing House, there was an editor waiting, and when he saw Liu Ping getting out of the carriage, he hurriedly greeted him.

Liu Ping said: "Editor Fang, why is this happening? ”

"What did Mr. Long say?" the editor said with a smile: "I can't help but feel sorry when I hear that you came to submit your manuscript in person, how can I not greet you in person?

This kind of courtesy made Liu Ping feel satisfied, but he still shook his head and said, "You are really exaggerating. ”

Editor Fang said: "No exaggeration, no exaggeration, the editor-in-chief and other editors are already waiting, you should hurry up." ”

"Hmm. Liu Ping nodded.

Many people on the left and right looked at Liu Ping in disbelief, what kind of person is this young man, who can make the editor so polite?

Long Aotian, Mr. Long, who wrote the amazing "Three Kingdoms of the Gods", is so young?!

How can it be?!

No way??

Their eyes widened in disbelief, and after Liu Ping entered it and disappeared, he patted his thigh with remorse, why didn't he catch up and ask just now?

In a room, several editors sat quietly and waited, among them there were one or two newly hired editors, who were very nervous at this time, waiting to see the famous Long Aotian, how could they not be nervous? I don't know if Long Aotian's temper is good, so don't make him angry, you must be cautious when you speak......

The door was opened, and the editor walked in with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, who was stunned, ......who is this person?

As soon as Liu Ping walked in, the original old editors suddenly stood up one by one and greeted them, and the new editors looked at Liu Ping with wide eyes and like ghosts.

This Long Aotian is so young?!

Really?!

I didn't react for a while, and it wasn't until the editor next to me reminded me that I knew it was really rude, and I hurriedly made amends.

Liu Ping smiled, didn't care, handed the manuscript to the editor-in-chief Fang Yi, and said, "This is the second volume of the Three Kingdoms of the Gods, let's take a look." ”

Fang Yi smiled kindly: "Okay, good." ”

As he spoke, he opened the 'Three Kingdoms of the Gods', saw the first line, and was stunned, why is this content so strange? When he continued to read, he couldn't help but be shocked, his eyes widened, and he stammered: "This, this is, this is not ......"

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