My Cartoonist Guide

Chapter 1158: Not yield to each other

Fan Yinmo raised his brows slightly and glanced at Wei Mao, "The treatment..."

Wei Mao nodded.

Fan Yinmo did not answer. Instead, he called the waiter, ordered a glass of ice water, and ordered a snack, and then narrowed his eyes, "Yes, Mr. Wei is also a famous person after all, and it is the signboard of our studio to improve treatment. Of course."

"Huh?" Wei Mao was stunned.

He never expected that Fan Yinmo would directly agree.

"So, Teacher Wei, how much do you receive in your heart?" Fan Yinmo looked at Wei Mao with interest.

"Uh……"

Wei Mao was mentally prepared to tear his face with Fan Yinmo, but when Fan Yinmo directly asked him for the price, he was speechless for a while.

The waiter came over and brought ice water and pastries.

"1000 yuan/page, what do you think?" Fan Yinmo cut a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth.

In Fan Yinmo's view, giving this price is already very risky, but there is no way, who made him spend so much money on Wei Mao? He is also the true star author and signature of the studio.

If you can negotiate a price that is acceptable to both parties, it is a win-win result, so from the beginning, Fan Yinmo gave the highest price he could give.

Wei Mao took a deep breath and cheered himself up, "2000 yuan per page."

"Huh?" Fan Yinmo opened his mouth slightly, forgetting to swallow the cakes in his mouth, and looked at Wei Mao in surprise, "Sorry, I didn't catch it."

Wei Mao hesitated, but he repeated the sentence, "2000 yuan a page."

"Haha...cough cough..." Fan Yinmo hurriedly delivered the pastry in his mouth with water, "Sorry, the joke you just made was really funny."

"I'm serious." Wei Mao lowered his face.

"I know, I know." Fan Yinmo wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth with a napkin. Wei Mao's words made him lose interest in pastries. "I know you are telling a joke very seriously."

Wei Mao's face was slightly hot, and he stared at Fan Yinmo.

"Two thousand yuan per page? Please, do you know what this concept is? Even if it is 160,000 a month, it will cost 1.92 million a year. If you want to serialize for 3 years, I will give you nearly 6 million? Sorry, you The book is really not worth the price." Fan Yinmo shook his head.

He is not a fool, and he will never do a loss-making business.

For a time, Wei Mao was in a dilemma.

One thousand yuan per page, the annual income is almost 960,000, which looks very good, but after deducting the studio rental fee and assistant's salary, the money he really gets is only four to five million.

This money was deducted from the income tax of RMB 50,000 to 60,000, and Wei Mao received more than RMB 400,000 a year.

More than 400,000 a year, it looks very good, but he also insisted on working day and night, consuming energy and enthusiasm for comics.

One thousand yuan per page is really too low.

"That... fifteen pages..." Wei Mao took a step back.

"One thousand." Fan Yinmo was not in the mood to chat with Wei Mao again.

Wei Mao didn't expect Fan Yinmo's attitude to be so determined, thinking again and again, and said: "Then...One thousand plus a portion of the copyright income."

"Only five hundred, no price increase." Fan Yinmo got angry and stood up, "You should really go out and see what is the level of a cartoonist who can earn two million in a year. Don't forget, copyright and Some of the royalties are given to TV stations and media companies. Otherwise, why should they praise you?"

"I really don't need them to praise me!" Wei Maozheng was upset about this incident. He became angry when Fan Yinmo mentioned it. "Now, everyone who knows me thinks I am rich, every single book. I can sell hundreds of thousands of copies, but this income has something to do with me!? It’s not lip service. Tmd everyone I know is making my own ideas, what old classmates, what relatives in the family, the problem is, every With so many copies sold in one volume, my income is not going up, hasn't it all gone into your pocket?"

Wei Mao seemed to have stepped on his tail, and immediately jumped up.

He is a cartoonist, more or less proud of his own, rather than let them know him as a person, it is better to let more people recognize his work.

"I tell you, either, one thousand and fifty-one pages, or one thousand yuan a page, plus copyright."

"Then I'll just say, you think too much, you can't get such money." Fan Yinmo sneered and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Wei Mao stopped Fan Yinmo, "I have something else."

"Ok?"

"You shouldn't watch "Full of Warm House" in the last two episodes, right?"

"I didn't see, what's the matter?"

""Full House" may end in five episodes. If you agree to my request, I can modify the follow-up name."

"Oh." Fan Yinmo turned to look at Wei Mao, "It seems that you have made two-handed preparations."

"Of course... if you want to see the next two plots, I can give it to you now." Wei Mao took out his mobile phone and put it on the desktop, "We can talk about these things."

Fan Yinmo stared at Wei Mao for about four or five minutes, and finally shook his head: "No, you keep it for yourself? If you want it to be over, it's over. Anyway, the copyright has been sold."

"what?"

Wei Mao opened his mouth wide and wanted to stop Fan Yinmo who was leaving, but he didn't know what excuse he should use, so he could only watch him leave.

After sitting down, Wei Mao's mind was messed up, he had never thought that Fan Yinmo would refuse so directly.

"Could it be that 1,000 yuan a page really reached the top? Or is "Full of Warm House" not worth so much money at all?"

More importantly, both sides have torn their faces. Does he continue to paint or let "Full of Warm House" end?

Wei Mao couldn't figure it out either.

He didn't know how he returned home, put his briefcase on the desk, and he lay weakly on the bed.

He didn't do much today, but he felt extremely tired, but after lying down, his mind was so clear that he couldn't sleep at all.

In this way, the spirit is in a trance, like sleeping instead of sleeping.

Before I knew it, it got dark.

It was obviously night, but Wei Mao didn't doze asleep at all, but he didn't even think about it. It was a bit like lying in bed in winter.

Suddenly, with the alarm bell in his pocket, Wei Mao instantly awoke.

Fan Yinmo! ?

He finally figured it out?

This was Wei Mao’s first reaction after hearing the ringtone ~lightnovelpub.net~ However, when he saw the call on the phone screen, he suddenly lost his energy.

Fei Xu, a cartoonist walking out of his studio.

"what's happenin?"

"Teacher, did you meet someone just now?" After answering the phone, Fei Xu was straightforward and unpretentious.

"what?"

Wei Mao was shocked. How did Fei Xu know that he was meeting Fan Yinmo?

"What's the matter?" Wei Mao was immediately wary.

"Look at Weibo, teacher. Someone seems to have posted a video of your meeting with that person on the Internet."

"what!?"

Wei Mao's brain buzzed, his brain was blank.