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"I am super, where is my crimson chalcedony?"
As if responding to his words, ten red lights flew from the hole above and stopped 1.7 in front of Su Zhao.
Su Zhao saw that it was ten fruit-shaped chalcedony.
Su Zhao's face changed, and his face changed at the speed of light, and he said with satisfaction:
"So sweet.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he put ten crimson chalcedony into the storage space.
However, in order to prevent the dragon eggs from being stolen, Su Zhao deliberately separated them.
Who knows how many dragon eggs will be used.
Good things that can restore physical strength, keep it for yourself, even if you don't need it, you can use it for the people around you.
The white female ticket is really cool.
"Master Su Zhao!"
"Mr. Su Zhao!"
Gan Yu, Pai Meng, and You Zhuang came to their senses, walked over quickly, and looked at Su Zhao.
Although not as worried as Paimeng, Gan Yu was silently relieved.
In fact, it's not that she is not worried, but she firmly believes in Su Zhao's strength.
"Mr. Su Zhao, have you met that black dragon?" You Zhuang couldn't help asking.Su Zhao shook his head, then went straight to Ying's side.
Su Zhao stretched out his hand, and the ball of light wrapped around his hand rushed towards Ying.
Paimon was astonished.
"Master Su Zhao, is this all right?"
Su Zhao explained: "Well, but you should take a good rest."
"Let's go back to Mond. I'll tell you about other things on the way."
After Su Zhao finished speaking, Youzhuang and Gan Yu nodded together.
Wait until Su Zhao and the others walk out of the range of the snow mountain.
A figure appeared on the top of the snow-capped mountain. She rode a black dragon and looked at Su Zhao from a distance.
Wei Ya's eyes were full of admiration, even a hint of madness.
"So powerful...
"What is the law of heaven?"
Having said that, Wei Ya licked her lips and said in a low voice:
"I must make you my master."
If Su Zhao saw this scene, he would definitely feel a chill.
What peerless shaking M?
[Although there are only two updates today, they are both big chapters, and there are 1W words in total. 】
[It’s been a long time since I posted an update, I’ll update it sometime, but why do I feel that my flower evaluation votes are much less than those of other books of the same kind, and my writing is much worse than theirs? QAQ]
Imminent
Chapter 111 The days are getting brighter
Just when Su Zhao and his party returned to Mond from the snow mountain.
Xingqiu, who had been waiting for Abedo in [Angel's Gift], finally waited for this great artist who had worked with him.
Seeing Abedo's youthful appearance, Xing Qiu was a little surprised.
He originally thought that such a skilled painter should be a middle-aged man, even the elderly are not surprised.At least not so young.
Regarding Xingqiu's surprise, Abedo did not show anything.
He immediately recognized the person in front of him who was going to meet him this time, went straight to Xing Qiu and sat down, as naturally as an old friend.
After all, Xingqiu is the only customer on the second floor of the tavern today.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Abedo."
Xing Qiu stretched out his hand and shook it with Abedo.
Abedo nodded: "Hello, Mr. Xingqiu."
"Sorry, I'm here late because I have to take care of a kid who just came back from outside.
Abedo said something apologetic, and Xingqiu nodded to express his understanding.
Then, Abedo corrected his color, and said straight to the point: "Mr. Xingqiu is looking for me this time, surely it's not just for illustration cooperation?
"Otherwise, you don't need to meet with me, we can directly connect with the printing factory."
"And to be honest, I still prefer to spend time on research and experiments on weekdays. In my opinion, painting is just more conducive to understanding the structure and laws of objects, and helps me learn alchemy."
Abedo, who is keen on researching alchemy topics, is rarely able to spare time to go out, so he simply cut into the topic without wasting time.
Regarding Abedo's straightforwardness, Xingqiu smiled and said with emotion:
"Mr. Abedo deserves to be a famous scholar in Mond.
"Then let's get straight to the point, in fact, I am the second young master of the Liyue Feiyun Chamber of Commerce.
"Although I am not interested in the affairs of my Chamber of Commerce on weekdays, the novel I cooperated with you before was not published, 24 I am very regretful.
Hearing this, Abedo nodded slightly.
He should be talking about the book "Shen Qiu Picking up Swords", right?
To be honest, I don't understand either.
But it is still possible to paint according to the requirements provided by the other party.
"Therefore, I decided to expand my own business, enter the literature and information industry, and set up my own newspaper in Liyue! It will publish my works serially."
"For this reason, I also contacted many well-known writers in Tivat, such as the well-known astrology researcher at Fontaine Court, or the recently popular Liyue novelist Liyue Yidianhong, as well as my usual pen pals and poet friends. .”
"They will all publish their works and articles in my newspaper."
Xing Qiu said, full of confidence.
Didn't you, Liyue Wanwen Collection House, and other publishing houses not publish "Shen Qiu Picking up Swords" for me?
Then I will do it myself!
Not only do I print it myself, I also publish it and serialize it myself!
I want to prove that what I wrote by Xingqiu is definitely not toilet paper literature!
Moreover, when I grow up, I will open a chain of newspapers in the entire Tivat continent and publish my newspapers and periodicals simultaneously.
Xingqiu, who originally planned to cooperate with Wanwen Jishe, thought about it last night and came up with a new idea.
At this moment, Xingqiu's heart was surging and he was full of energy.
But he didn't think about what Su Zhao would think if he saw that he was written as "Emperor's Romance" and published in the newspaper.
More importantly, what do those heroines think...
Xingqiu, who didn't realize that he was dying at all, was getting more and more hopeful in his life.
Hearing Xingqiu's words, Abedo was a little taken aback, nodded and said:
"I've never heard of any newspaper office in Liyue before."
"Since Mr. Xingqiu is the young master of the Chamber of Commerce, he has the convenience of his merchants to do business everywhere, so he thinks he can collect a lot of new things and big news from the Tivat Continent.
"It is indeed a good idea to establish a newspaper."
Then, Abedo changed the subject: "However, what does this have to do with me?"
Xingqiu stretched out his hand to Abedo's question,
Sincerely invite:
"Mr. Abedo, your painting level is the best I have ever seen in my life, much better than those who like poetry and painting."
"So, I would like to extend a sincere invitation to you to become the chief artist of "Liyue Morning Post" under our Feiyun Chamber of Commerce!"
Hearing this invitation, Abedo fell into deep thought.
Seeing that he hesitated, Xing Qiu had already expected it in his heart, so he said:
"Mr. Abedo, actually, I have inquired about you in Mond beforehand, so I know something about you."
"You are a knowledge seeker with an elegant temperament, indifferent to fame and fortune, and a truly powerful alchemist."
"So you should be able to understand that the cost of alchemy is not a small expense."
"Although Mr. Abedo has a lot of research results that can bring benefits, mass production will consume your research time."
"Moreover, the novels on our "Liyue Morning Post" are all serialized. To become the chief painter of our "Liyue Morning Post", you only need to paint a few popular works in the current period, and you can earn quite a lot of money. remuneration."
"With more funds, Mr. Abedo can focus on more in-depth research, can't he?"
After Xingqiu finished speaking, Abedo's expression softened a little.
He made up his mind quickly.
"OK, alright."
"But the research of alchemy has no fixed time, so at some important moments, I may not be able to spare myself to create illustrations.
Xingqiu was overjoyed when he heard the words, and replied: "It doesn't matter, our "Liyue Morning Post" will not only hire you as an artist, but compared to other painters, you have a lower level.
higher. "
"If you don't have time, I'll let other painters take over temporarily."
Hearing this, Abedo nodded and asked:
"So this "Liyue Morning Post" has already been established? When will the first issue be published?"
"Mr. Abedo, I have already completed my deployment in Liyue. Just wait for you, the chief artist, to agree. Our first issue will be illustrated by you, a heavyweight artist."
"I don't know if you are free recently?"
Abedo nodded: "Tomorrow my assistant, Granose, will come back from outside, so I do have some free time."
"That's great." Xingqiu was overjoyed, stood up and extended his hand, Mr. Abedo, happy cooperation.
Abedo also stood up, shook hands with him and said, "It's a happy cooperation, Mr. Xingqiu."
Just as Abedo was about to leave, he suddenly seemed to think of something and said:
"By the way, Mr. Xingqiu, you shouldn't be in a hurry to go back to Liyue, right? In two days' time, it will be the Wind Flower Festival in Mond, and it will be very lively. You can have a good time, and you won't be disappointed."
"This is a festival of freedom and love. Maybe Mr. Xingqiu can meet his partner."
Hearing this, Xing Qiu was slightly surprised.
He keenly captured the word love.
But Xingqiu doesn't care what kind of affair he may have.
He cared more about what good things would happen to Su Zhao.
Perhaps, Su Zhao came here for this festival that symbolizes love?
In this way, wouldn't there be more material for my "Emperor's Romantic Records"?
Thinking of this, Xingqiu was very excited.
Xingqiu, who is keen on literature and ancient books, has read many books since he was a child. While gaining a sense of elegance from the books, he also gained a lot of happiness.
But it is far less than the feeling when he published his own book.
So, after seeing Abedo off, Xing Qiu hummed a tune, thinking about becoming a well-known best-selling novelist in the future, and walked downstairs happily.He was not in a hurry to go back to the Goethe Hotel.