I draw Mingbi live, all my water friends are gods

Ye Yu lay in bed for two days before the redness and swelling in his calf completely disappeared.

This made Ye Yu have to sigh, the old housekeeper was indeed a master of ancient martial arts, and the injuries he left were more difficult to heal than those caused by ordinary people.

If it were an ordinary person, with Ye Yu's medical skills, he would be able to recover in one day.

Resurrected with full blood, Ye Yu jumped out of bed.

After taking a nice bath, Ye Yu put on some decent clothes and came to the living room.

"Gohan, Xiaohei, come here~"

Ye Yu stood in the living room and shouted loudly.

Although, Gohan and Xiao Hei were not in the living room.

But Ye Yu knew that just one sound was enough.

The two furry kids will come over as soon as possible.

"Crack!"

The door to the backyard was pushed open, and Gohan, wearing a small apron, ran in boundingly, blinking his golden eyes and looking at Ye Yu in confusion.

There was a "crackling" sound on the stairs.

Ye Yu turned around and saw Xiao Hei running down from the second floor.

"Let's go out with my sister!"

Looking at Gohan and Xiao Hei sitting in rows and squatting in front of him, Ye Yu said with a smile.

After hearing Ye Yu's words, Gohan and Xiao Hei's eyes lit up at the same time.

Gohan took off his apron, and Xiao Hei turned around and picked up the leash.

Seeing Gohan and Xiao Hei's actions, Ye Yu smiled even happier.

"Let's go, put the leash on when it reaches the place."

Ye Yu said with a smile.

Xiao Hei wagged his tail, held the leash in his mouth, and ran towards the villa door at the lead.

Gohan followed closely, carrying the iron rod.

Ye Yu clasped his hands and followed slowly.

In front of the arriving RV, Ye Yu opened the door.

Gohan jumped in first and sat in the passenger seat, while Xiao Hei obediently entered the car.

Ye Yu closed the car door and started the RV.

In Xiaobai's envious eyes, the RV slowly drove away from the villa and headed towards the road down the mountain.

On the way, Ye Yu took out his mobile phone and dialed Wang Zheng's number.

As soon as the call was connected, Ye Yu said:

"Wang Zheng, have you contacted the trucks?"

"The contact has been made. We are all waiting at the printing factory."

Wang Zheng's faint voice came from the receiver.

"Okay, let's meet at the printing factory."

Ye Yu said this and hung up the phone.

Today is the first day of the tenth lunar month.

Traditional folk festival, Winter Clothes Festival.

It is a day to worship ancestors and burn cotton-padded clothes for them.

It was also the day that Ye Yu and the King of Hell agreed to deliver the goods.

Ye Yu put the live streaming phone on the car holder and clicked on the live broadcast.

It hasn't been broadcast for a few days, but as soon as the live broadcast started, a large number of water friends flocked to the live broadcast room.

A group of water friends:
"Anchor, you are so outrageous. It took so long to start broadcasting."

"If you dare to be a pigeon today, you will dare to beat the fans tomorrow."

"Anchor, are you floating?"

Seeing the quarrels of water friends, Ye Yu smiled at the camera.

"Today I will let you experience the feeling of being a prodigal."

Ye Yu said with a smile.

Hearing Ye Yu's words, the water friends couldn't help but become curious, and asked Ye Yu what he was doing to waste money.

Ye Yu thought about it for a while and said:
"Have you ever seen someone rent a printing factory and work in three shifts day and night to print things?"

After hearing Ye Yu's words, the water friends started to complain.

They all said, what’s this?
It’s not uncommon to have urgent printing tasks to prepare flyers for events.

Seeing the barrage of water friends, Ye Yu raised his eyebrows, laughed, and said, "Then you added it and burned it on the same day after printing it?"

As soon as Ye Yu's words came out, all the water friends in the live broadcast room exploded.

Burn it after printing?

This sounds like a waste.

All water friends asked Ye Yu one after another.

What exactly did she print?
And why set it on fire?

Seeing these barrages, Ye Yu smiled mysteriously.

"Keep it a secret, you will know when the time comes."

Ye Yu said with a smile.That mysterious smile and sullen expression successfully aroused a lot of complaints from water friends.

Ye Yu didn't care at all about the complaints from the water friends, but instead laughed even more wildly.

When the RV drove to the printing factory, they saw Wang Zhenghe, the director of the printing factory, already waiting at the entrance of the factory.

Ye Yu parked the RV and jumped out of the RV.

"Hello, director."

Ye Yu smiled and said hello to the factory.

"Miss Ye, hello."

The printing plant director responded with a smile.

"Has everything been printed?"

Ye Yu asked with a smile.

"It's printed!"

The director of the printing factory replied with a strange expression.

When he first received the printing task, the director of the printing factory thought that Ye Yu was the owner of some kind of folk goods store or the manager of some large cemeteries.

Let the printing be completed, the things be loaded into the truck, and taken directly to the steel-making furnace of the steel plant to be burned. It was just a casual joke.

But I didn't expect it to be true.

Today, the day of delivery, a truck actually came to load the goods and prepare them for transportation to the nearest steel mill.

This made the director of the printing factory very curious about Ye Yu's identity and the purpose of this batch of products.

The director of the printing factory asked Wang Zheng sideways.

But Wang Zheng didn't tell him.

"Ms. Ye, I would like to ask, are you printing these products, not selling them?"

The director of the printing factory asked cautiously.

"Of course not, just for fun."

Ye Yu said with a smile.

The director of the printing factory was stunned when he heard this.

"Good guy?"

"Print it and burn it for fun?"

"What kind of special habit is this?"

"Are all rich people like this?"

The director of the printing factory looked confused, and his head was filled with question marks.

The director of a printing factory can be considered a wealthy man.

Although he is not very rich, he has such a printing factory and is an owner worth several million.

I don't have much contact with the upper class society.

I have seen some special habits of rich people.

But this was his first time seeing someone like Ye Yu.

He is one of the richest people with the most special hobbies.

"Wang Zheng, have you started loading the car?"

Looking at the expression of the director of the printing factory, Ye Yu smiled, turned to look at Wang Zheng, and asked with a smile.

"Well, loading the car has already started."

Wang Zheng nodded and replied in a deep voice.

"Okay, how many were printed approximately?"

Ye Yu asked.

After hearing Ye Yu's question, Wang Zheng looked at the director of the printing factory and asked with his eyes.

"About twenty tons."

"The trucks we are looking for are all 4.2 meters long, and they can hold about ten trucks."

Seeing Wang Zheng's eyes, the director of the printing factory quickly replied.

"Okay, that should be enough."

Hearing this, Ye Yu nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Enough?"

"Isn't it burning for fun?"

The director of the printing factory muttered to himself.

King of Hell: "Ye Yatou, have you got what I want?"

The King of Hell, who was peeking at the screen in the live broadcast room, immediately bubbled up and posted a barrage of questions.

"Yes, after loading the car, we will take it to the steel factory and burn it."

Seeing the barrage from the King of Hell, Ye Yu nodded and replied.

King of Hell: "No, no, just find a place with enough space. I will transport everything back to the underworld in my own way."

King of Hell: "If such a large amount of things are burned, the postman system of the underworld will be exhausted."

(End of this chapter)