"Under normal circumstances, 10% of royalties are hard to get. If 8% can be obtained, it should be very good. However, copyright income does have certain ups and downs." Lu Yiming is also not easy to say.

The market is sometimes weird. Perhaps when it was serialized, the unknown works suddenly gained value after more than ten or two decades, and the derivatives could also be recognized by readers or audiences.

Therefore, authors/caricaturists rely on copyright to increase their income.

Wei Mao's mind was messed up, he wanted to tell Lu Yiming what he was thinking, but he was a little uneasy.

Lu Yiming was hired by Fan Yinmo. Who knows if he will tell Fan Yinmo what he said today?

Until he sent Wei Mao away, Wei Mao didn't talk about the income of "Full of Warm House", but agreed to deliver the name again.

After closing the door, Wei Mao returned to the workbench, leaning back, leaning against the chair and pillow.

Although the time was set at this time tomorrow, he still couldn't get into work at one and a half.

Even if you don't want copyright revenue, as long as there are royalties, he estimates that he is still rich.

two millions? Yes, even if there is only one million? It won't be 40,000 rhythms, just as painful as being cut.

Unexpectedly, Fan Yinmo was "harvested" so hard...

Wei Mao held his temple in his hand and wanted to appeal to Fan Yinmo, but he didn't know how to say it.

Is it based on the contract to honestly end the comics, and everything depends on Fan Yinmo? Or should I get out of the contract and contact Doman.com again?

Wei Mao scratched his head vigorously and couldn't think of a clue. What made him even more depressed was that he didn't even have a friend who could talk about it.

friend?

You probably thought you made a lot of money, right? Otherwise, others will not come to borrow money.

Even family members began to urge marriage.

"Don't say there are several million, hundreds of thousands are there? Get married quickly, and I'm still waiting for my grandson? The man next door, three or four years younger than you, the child can use soy sauce..."

Wei Mao didn't know how to explain it to his parents now.

My current state, in one word, is "bubble", there is nothing real.

Wei Mao's face was full of sorrow, this matter became a knot, holding a pressure-sensitive pen, after a few divisions on the tablet, he wiped it all off.

"Who can talk about it?" Wei Mao took a deep breath, thinking about the people he knew, even those in the studio.

Suddenly, a portrait floated through Wei Mao's mind, and he left with energy.

"Qiu Qian!"

Qiu Qian had already entered the studio before him, and she was also serializing on Duoman.com. When Qian Sheng asked him to watch "Jia Zuo Tang", he saw Qiu Qian's work inside.

She is connected with Duoman.com and Fan Yinmo, and she doesn't know how she balances it.

Or, if she stood in her place, what choice would she make?

Thinking of this, Wei Mao's mentality also stabilized, and he called Qiu Qian and said that he wanted to ask her about something.

The final time is set next Monday, and Wei Mao can finally put this matter behind his head for the time being.

Pleasant time flies by like a white horse, but if you are thinking about it, time will feel that time is slow.

This week, as far as Wei Mao was concerned, it belonged to the latter. It was finally Monday afternoon before he changed his clothes and went to Qiuqian's studio.

Qiuqian is considered to be among Fan Yinmo's authors, the mixed ones are not bad, he has also recorded shows, accepted interviews with paper magazines, and has a group of fans on the Internet.

Just last month, the work was selected as "Gazakutang", but the ranking of the comics was in the forty.

Fortunately, "Jia Zuo Tang" has a three-month protection period, and she will not worry about the danger of being cut in half in a short period of time.

Qiuqian's studio was changed with her residence, two rooms and one living room, three workbenches were placed in the living room, and Qiuqian's assistants were two female assistants.

According to the address Qiuqian gave, Wei Mao found Qiuqian's studio and tapped the door twice. After more than ten seconds, no one answered.

Wei Mao was planning to knock on the door again. The door suddenly opened, and a face appeared in the crack of the door. He was startled, and when he looked at it, he realized that it was Qiu Qian.

"Sister Qiuqian..." Wei Mao said hello.

After Qiu Qian opened the door, he walked back first, "Come in."

Wei Mao followed Qiu Qian into the room and looked at Qiu Qian who was walking in front.

He was wearing a very loose white sportswear. He wore a pair of cotton moppings on his feet. His hair was a bit messy, and his ponytail was tied to his shoulder.

Here, he saw the other side of Qiu Qian, a little lazy, and even some not paying attention to the image. Whether you dress or dress up, the purpose is to make yourself more comfortable.

"any drinks?"

"I……"

Before Wei Mao answered, Qiu Qian opened the refrigerator, took out a can of drink from it, and threw it to him.

Wei Mao took the drink, a black line-beer.

"I usually don't drink ready-made drinks, there is only this in the refrigerator... Don't get me wrong, I don't drink beer, it's someone else." Qiu Qian sat on the work chair, holding a coffee cup, and a spoon stirred Aken. , But stared at Wei Mao, with a smile but a smile, "Ms. Wei, who is very hot recently, the intersection of the two of us is not a lot, let alone you come here just to visit my senior."

Wei Mao put the bought snacks on the workbench, he also pulled a work chair and sat down, holding the beer in his hand, not knowing where to put it, and finally opened the beer and took a sip, "I... "

"Huh?" Qiu Qian took a sip of coffee and looked at Wei Mao puzzledly, "What then? Wouldn't it be a confession to me? I didn't have time to dress up."

Wei Mao couldn't smile, but he had to say that even though Qiu Qian didn't wear makeup, but just plain makeup, it was already a middle-upper among girls.

If his girlfriend can have Qiuqian's level, he will also be very happy.

However, he came here today, not for this.

"Um... I want to ask Qiuqian about one thing, what do you think of the studio?"

"Isn't it just drawing comics? Finding the right assistant will do more with less." Just as Qiu Qian said, he suddenly remembered something and asked in confusion, "You don't mean to talk about this kind of studio between Fan Yinmo and us, right? "

Maybe it was only for a moment, but Wei Mao could be sure that disgust appeared in Qiu Qian's eyes.

"That's right~lightnovelpub.net~Wei Mao took a sip of wine.

"I don't feel much, isn't it just drawing comics? Drawing on that platform, not drawing? Right? Little brother." Qiu Qian smiled.

"But... it's not about the platform, I mean, are you happy in the studio?"

"Why do you ask?" Qiu Qian wondered.

Maybe it was alcohol. Wei Mao was a little out of control for a while, "I... feel that the money I took is too little... is there a chance to do it alone."

"You told me so directly?" Qiu Qian was a little surprised, "has no one told you?"

"what?"

"I like Fan Yinmo." Qiu Qian explained, "We are lovers."

"what?"

Wei Mao shuddered in his heart, his brain went blank, and his whole body was instantly awake.