Be a Cartoonist In the Fairy World

Pei Mingyang has been very busy recently, because Shanfeng's two works have become popular, and various peripheral industries have been developed one after another. Clothing, dolls, pillows, gourmet food, etc., all items that can make money have been excavated by those businessmen to the last drop. Various authorizations require him to come to the final review, as well as activities to combat piracy and edge balls, and because of the popularity of Shanfeng, a large number of authors come to him to submit articles, hoping to rely on him as a big tree.

He spends a lot of time every day just reading the manuscripts, most of which are the kind of 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 restless authors.

The one who bears the brunt is Du Ziyuan. This guy is always going out to collect materials, resulting in a serious shortage of drawings. He has been scolded by readers for several issues of "Gastrodia Ma". Fortunately, Du Ziyuan's conscience later found out that he gave him the original ten chapters of "Gianma" in one breath, which stopped his stomach trouble from worsening.

However, Du Ziyuan is not the only one who likes to make trouble.

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

Again? How many times this month? Pei Mingyang said weakly, "Let him in."

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

Before he finished speaking, Pei Mingyang guessed what he said next: "The painter got mad again?"

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

"This is the seventh one, right?" Pei Mingyang said helplessly, "I'm all looking for well-known painters in the current Aolan Chinese painting circle. Could it be that he still wants Mr. Shanfeng to paint for him? "

The old housekeeper said: "The young master said that even if he is not as good as Shanfeng, if he doesn't have half of Shanfeng's painting skills, he can't beat Shanfeng."

"Better than the mountain wind?" Pei Mingyang laughed 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 Oh, those painters are all prouder than each other."

The old housekeeper said: "That's why the young master sent me to tell Mr. Pei that he will find the painter himself, so I won't bother you."

"Oh, that's it, that's also... huh!?" Pei Mingyang suddenly came to his senses, and he walked quickly to the old housekeeper, "You said he went to find a painter by himself?"

"Yes."

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

"The young master said that he has already written the remaining 30 chapters, and they are all here." The old housekeeper took out a large stack of manuscripts from the iron box he carried with him.

This is not an online novel. Qianlong Zaiyuan updates it once a week, and each episode has between 30,000 and 50,000 characters. Thirty episodes are enough to be serialized for more than half a year. Pei Mingyang flipped through it quickly, and found that Yiye had written the finale in one go, finishing the book.

Logically speaking, four to five million words of a routine like "The Dragon in the Abyss" is not a problem, but now counting the ones he has in hand, there are only forty chapters, and it will be over in less than 2 million words, which is really a pity up.

"Ouch, my stomach, hiss..." Pei Mingyang sat down holding his stomach, he was really about to cry. Why are talented writers so self-willed? If he had a knife in his hand now, he really wanted to put the knife on Yiye's neck to force him to continue writing.

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

"I'm fine, I've got an old problem," Pei Mingyang waved his hands, and said as if giving up, "He can do whatever he wants, as long as he can create good works."

"Thank you, Mr. Pei, for your understanding." The old butler saluted with his fists clasped again. It was precisely because Pei Mingyang was such a person that he and Yiye came to the imperial city with peace of mind.

After handing in the manuscript, the old housekeeper planned to leave. However, before he had time to leave, a pink phantom rushed in from outside the door, and the strong wind brought along along the way made the hair of the three people in the room flutter.

"Who is it!" The fifth child reacted the fastest, and immediately stood in front of Pei Mingyang. But when he saw the person coming, he immediately gave up his vigilance.

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

"Miss Long?" Pei Mingyang also recognized Xiao Jin, "Why are you here? Is Teacher Shanfeng also here?"

"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. 3 seconds later: "I forgot."

Pei Mingyang and Lao Wu almost turned away in one breath.

"Ahem, Miss Long, you really know how to joke." Pei Mingyang said with a dry smile.

"I really forgot," Xiao Jin scratched the back of his head, and suddenly his face brightened, "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 came over, only to see a line written on her arm: Idiot, hand over the package on your back!

"I'm not an idiot!" Xiao Jin said dissatisfiedly, but still handed the backpack she had forgotten to Pei Mingyang.

It was a huge package. Pei Mingyang opened it and found two big boxes inside. Each box contains hundreds of thick pages of drawings: "This, this is..."

He suddenly discovered that there was a piece of paper outside the box with three words written on it: summons card.

Pei Mingyang quickly took out the summons card and called Du Ziyuan. After a while, it was connected, and Du Ziyuan's lazy voice came from the other side of the communication board: "Hello? Editor Pei, is Xiao Jin at your place?"

"Yes, Teacher Shanfeng," Pei Mingyang adjusted his mood, and asked, "I don't know what happened to the drawings you asked Miss Long to send?"

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

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

"No." Du Ziyuan's answer made Pei Mingyang slightly relieved, but the next sentence directly drove him into despair, "As long as "The Genius Mahjong Fairy" is over, "Game of Thrones" can only be regarded as the first. Let’s finish one part, and there will be a follow-up.”

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

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