Pei Mingyang has been very busy recently. Due to the fire of two works of Shanfeng, various surrounding industries have been developed one after another. What clothes, dolls, pillows, food and so on, all the items that can make money are excavated by those businessmen. All kinds of authorizations need his final review, as well as the activities of combating piracy and edge ball, and a large number of authors come to him to contribute because of the popularity of the mountain wind, hoping to rely on him.

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

    Du Ziyuan is the first to bear the brunt. This guy always goes out to get materials, which leads to a serious shortage of paintings. He was scolded by readers for several issues of Gastrodia elata. Fortunately, Du Ziyuan found out later that he gave him ten words of the manuscript of Gastrodia elata in one breath, which stopped the deterioration of his stomach disease.

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

    "Young master, Mr. Yiye''s housekeeper is here again." the old man''s report made Pei Mingyang''s eyes tremble.

    Still coming? How many times this month? Pei Mingyang said weakly, "let him in."

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

    Before he finished, Pei Mingyang guessed the words behind him: "the painter was angry again?"

    The old housekeeper nodded: "yes, young master, he is still dissatisfied."

    "This is the seventh one," Pei Mingyang said reluctantly. "I''m looking for painters with names in Aolan''s traditional Chinese painting circle. Does he still want Mr. Shanfeng to draw for him?"

    The old Guan 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 breeze?" Pei Mingyang smiled after a pause. "Since teacher Yiye has this idea, of course I support it, but you see, there are no painters who are willing to fight others here. Those painters are more proud than each other."

    The old manager said, "so the young master sent me to tell Mr. Pei that the painter will find it himself, so I won''t bother you."

    "Oh, well, that''s... ha!?" Pei Mingyang suddenly reacted. He hurried to the old housekeeper, "you said he went to find the painter himself?"

    "Yes."

    "What about the novel? What about the serial of the hidden dragon in the abyss?"

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

    This is not an online novel. The hidden dragon Zaiyuan is updated once a week. The words of each time are between 30000 and 50000. Thirty times are enough to be serialized for more than half a year. Pei Mingyang quickly turned it over and found that Yiye wrote the finale directly in one breath, ending the book.

    According to the truth, the routine of "hidden dragon in the abyss" is not a problem, but now he has only 40 times, and it''s a pity that it ends before 2 million words.

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

    "Mr. Pei, are you all right?" the old housekeeper asked with concern.

    "I''m fine. I''m old," Pei Mingyang said as if he gave up. "He can do whatever he wants, as long as he can create good works."

    "Thank you, Mr. Pei, for your understanding." the old housekeeper gave another salute. It was because Pei Mingyang was such a person that he and Yiye came to the imperial city with him at ease.

    After handing in the manuscript, the old housekeeper planned to leave. However, before he could leave, a pink phantom rushed in outside the door. The strong wind all the way made the hair of the three people in the house float.

    "Who!" the fifth man reacted the fastest and immediately stood in front of Pei Mingyang. But when he saw the visitor clearly, he immediately gave up his guard.

    Because it was Xiao Jin, the Dragon maid of Du Ziyuan''s family.

    "Miss long?" Pei Mingyang also recognized Xiao Jin. "Why are you here? Is miss Shanfeng here?"

    "The master didn''t 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. Three seconds later: "I forgot."

    Pei Mingyang and Lao Wu almost crossed in one breath.

    "Cough, Miss long, you are really joking." Pei Mingyang said with a dry smile.

    "I really forgot," Xiao Jin grabbed the back of his head and suddenly looked happy. "By the way, when the master came, he said he was afraid I would forget and wrote it on my hand."

    She said and took off her gloves. Pei Mingyang also came together. As a result, she saw a line written on her arm: fool, hand over the package on your back!

    "I''m not a fool!" Xiao Jin said discontentedly, but handed Pei Mingyang the backpack she had forgotten.

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

    He suddenly found a piece of paper outside the box with three words written on it: communication board.

    Pei Mingyang quickly took out the messenger card and played it to Du Ziyuan. After a while, it was connected. Du Ziyuan''s lazy voice came from the other side of the communication board: "hello? Editor Pei, Xiao Jin has arrived at you?"

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

    "Didn''t you see? It''s all the remaining drawings of the gifted mahjong fairy and the game of power." Du Ziyuan said.

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

    "No." Du Ziyuan''s answer let Pei Mingyang breathe a sigh of relief, but the next sentence directly put him into despair. "The genius mahjong fairy is over," the game of power "can only be regarded as the end of the first film, and there is follow-up."

    "You!... how can you finish the gifted mahjong fairy!?" Pei Mingyang felt that he was about to suffocate. "Don''t you know how good the results of this book are?"

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