The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

[Extended task: publishing and distribution]

[Mission Description: A good novel, just a quick scan, everyone will not be satisfied, there will be many to read again and again, and even some novels have become their youthful memories. 】

[Task requirements: Own a publishing house that publishes and distributes 1000 million novels. 】

[Task Reward: One Hundred Wisps of Reiki. 】

Although 1000 million copies of novels are released this time, it is completely different from the last time. This time, it is no longer mandatory to be a cultivation novel, any novel is fine, as long as 1000 million copies are sold.

For Yun Yongan, who has a treasure house of 5000 years of civilization in his previous life, this requirement is much simpler than the previous task.

After successfully accepting this task, Yun Yongan became very interested in the rewards of the task.

The cultivation of the "Cultivating Qi Sutra" requires spiritual power, and the spiritual energy in the outside world is thin now, but he can buy spiritual stones through the system.

Back in his room, Yun Yongan locked the door, exchanged for a primary spirit stone, held it in his palm, collected his mind, and started to practice.

An hour later, under Jiang Xiaoai's vigorous knock on the door, Yun Yong'an withdrew from the cultivation state, and sighed as he saw the barely visible increase in his dantian.

After stuffing the spirit stone, which had consumed more than half of its spiritual power, into the intermediate magic brush, he opened the door.

"Yong'an, what are you doing hiding in the room?"

Jiang Xiaoai searched around, sniffing Yun Yongan like a puppy, trying to find a strange smell.

"What can I do, sort out my thoughts, and study how to write the novel later." Yun Yongan pressed Jiang Xiaoai's restless little head, "According to the outline, I will soon enter the Shura field, the two heroines, I don't know Which one are they going to choose?"

Jiang Xiaoai was very puzzled, "There's no hesitation here, why don't you accept it all? Could it be that the male lead is an innocent young man whose heart can only be given to one person. You are a playboy, you can write such a protagonist, I absolutely don't believe it!"

"Where am I bothering," Yun Yongan complained for himself, "My love for you is all from the bottom of my heart, but I don't want you to be sad, so I divided my love into many pieces."

After comforting Jiang Xiaoai with sweet words, Yun Yongan turned on the computer and thought about how to complete the new task.

The talent of this body is really too bad, the primary spirit stone can barely increase the aura absorption efficiency by 90.00%, and [-]% of the aura in the spirit stone is wasted.

Even if it is replaced with intermediate, advanced, or even top-level top-grade spirit stones, it is estimated that there is not much improvement.

Since there is a system in his body, Yun Yongan doesn't bother to bother, just like those monks, in order to practice, he often retreats for a hundred years, and misses the prosperity of the world. Even if he lives an extra 20 years, what's the point.

It's better to do the task with peace of mind and improve your cultivation faster.

Because the publishing house has not acquired it yet, Yun Yongan can't do the task for the time being, and there is a class in the afternoon, so he just came to the school to prepare for the class and reminisce about his youth.

Yun Yongan's afternoon class is a sketch class, everyone gathers in the studio, one, tidy up the painting tools, chatting and waiting for the teacher to come over.

Because Yun Yongan has never attended a class, all the drawing tools are brand new, especially the various types of pencils required for sketching, all of which have not been sharpened, because sketching requires special pencil sharpening techniques, and the traditional pencil sharpener is There is no way to use it.

Yun Yongan held a pencil, and when he was sharpening the pencil next to the trash can at the back of the studio after preparation, the students he had taught immediately came over.

"Master, how can I bother you with this kind of thing, I'll just do it." A boy with purple hair took the pencil from Yun Yongan graciously, and ran to the back to sharpen it seriously.

Immediately after, two more students came over to greet Yun Yongan, and then ran to the back to help sharpen the pencils.

The other students also recognized Yun Yongan, greeted him warmly, and gave him the most central position in the studio.

There are many pencils that can be used for sketching, but there are only a few models commonly used by art students. Before the class bell rang, three students who claimed to be Yun Yongan's disciples successfully sharpened the pencil models needed for sketching. Eighty-eight.

"Jingle Bell!"

The class bell rang, and the grey-bearded sketch teacher pushed the door open, and immediately saw Yun Yongan, who was sitting in the middle of the classroom like stars and moons.

"Cough cough," the sketch teacher coughed twice, "this student, which class are you in? Why haven't I seen you before!"

Yun Yong'an stood up, "Hello, teacher, my name is Yun Yong'an, I'm in the second class of fine arts."

"Class Two of Fine Arts," the sketch teacher took out the roster, "there is indeed one named Yun Yong'an, but I haven't seen you a while ago? It's strange, you are not absent from the roster, did I remember wrongly?" ?”

Yun Yongan didn't quibble, and generously admitted his absence: "Teacher, I have been busy a while ago, and I didn't have time to come to class. It's normal that you haven't seen me. As for why, I am not absent. Maybe it's my friend. I am worried that I will be absent from work, so please help me answer it kindly."

"Actually, I'm rarely absent from work. Even if I don't have daily points, I can easily get a passing grade!"

Yun Yongan's words are already a little troublesome, but the sketch teacher has been teaching for many years, and he has seen all kinds of students.

Regarding Yun Yongan's words, he was not angry. He stroked his gray beard and laughed loudly, "Okay, I have ambition. In this way, I will choose something, and you can draw it. If it satisfies me, the old man will not be blamed for his absence." , you don’t need to take the final exam anymore, if you want to pass it, I’ll just pass it for you. How about it, do you dare to come?”

"Then why not dare, teacher, it's settled, it's a deal!"

"You're very confident, young man!" The sketch teacher took out a few materials from the material library next to him and put them on the table, "I'll increase the difficulty a bit, so you're fine!"

On the black curtain, the sketch teacher first put a black plastic trash can, then put a black computer motherboard, and then put a black glass in front of the computer motherboard, with a black raffia in the cup, There is also a layer of black gauze on the outside.

Under the illumination of the lights, it successfully showed everyone what is called colorful black.

If you can use colored tools such as gouache, it will be easier, but if you only use black pencils, the difficulty will be directly filled.

Not to mention trash cans, motherboards, glasses, raffia, and curtains all have completely different materials.

"This is the homework for today's class. Draw well and know how to challenge yourself!"

The sketch teacher stood on the podium, and after assigning the homework with a smile, the classroom was immediately filled with mourning.

But this does not change their fate. The teacher assigns homework, no matter how difficult it is, they have to do it.

Just as everyone looked sad, sighed, and was about to start work, there was a knock on the door of the classroom, and the figure of the dean appeared at the door, calling the sketch teacher out.