Chapter 1147: Borrowing Money

"That's right. We selected some representative masterpieces from the many works on Duoman.com. No matter how many wonderful comics there are, only 50 are left in this masterpiece hall, and the last elimination system is implemented. The list is changed every three months. The model is similar to magazines like "Comic Future", which is also to ensure competition among works.

"As I said just now, if a work enters the 'Jiazuotang', it means that the reading mode of the work will be replaced by free reading by former members. It is 1 yuan for non-members and 6 cents for members. The website is deducting relevant fees Finally, we will share 50% with cartoonists. In order to ensure that cartoonists can create cartoons with more peace of mind, we will also provide each cartoonist with a guaranteed bonus of 5,000 yuan a month. In addition, if the work enters the top 20, the share ratio will also change. Seven to three open, three websites, seven authors, and the author also has copyright income. If you look at the income alone, except for Mr. Shen, no cartoonist’s income can stably exceed our high-paying authors. We are so confident.”

After talking so much, Qian Sheng's mouth was a little dry, and he couldn't help but take a sip of milk tea. By the way, he took out his mobile phone, opened the Duoman.com app, and handed it to Wei Mao.

Wei Mao glanced roughly, and frowned, "Editor Qian, there doesn't seem to be any girls' comics in Duoman.com's masterpiece hall."

"I think this is a good opportunity for teachers." Qian Sheng leaned back in his chair, "There are no shoujo comics at present, but it doesn't mean there will never be. It is indeed difficult for shoujo comics to enter the masterpiece hall, so , we may lower the standard and select a few to enter the masterpiece hall, and, as I said just now, the magazine implements the elimination system for the last place, but if there are only a few girl manga among the 50 manga, we will definitely choose to consider eliminating other manga. Manga, not these shoujo manga."

Rare things are more expensive, even if the quality is not enough, you have to make do with it. In the comics market, it also conforms to this principle.

Wei Mao nodded slightly, but did not make a sound. He just silently flipped through a few pages of comics displayed on the screen, and imagined his own reaction when his comics appeared on the screen.

As for the income... There is one thing to say, no matter how low the income is at Duoman.com, there are 3,000 yuan per page, which is better than the 500 yuan per page studio serialization. I don't know how much better it is.

Wei Mao put down his phone and rubbed his face.

It's not a difficult question to choose one of the two, but it's really hard for him to agree directly, after all, "Full House" also involves Fan Yinmo.

"That...can I say, go back and think about it?"

"It's absolutely possible. We hope to cooperate with the teacher, but we will also fully consider the difficulties of the teacher and respect the teacher. If the teacher can consider more online after the end of "Full House",

We will be content. "

"Definitely." Wei Mao agreed verbally, but Qiu Qian was thinking of him.

She is also creating comics, and they are serialized on Duoman.com, so what is the cooperation between her and Fan Yinmo?

And Shi Qun... Among these people, Shi Qun is the strongest, but it seems strange that he doesn't have the slightest complaint against Fan Yinmo.

Wei Mao's mind was in a mess. After parting with Qian Sheng, he took a taxi and returned to the studio.

Because he is often on TV, he is gradually known by some people who don't pay attention to comics, and has been changed into a short video, saying that he is "the most handsome cartoonist".

Of course, he was a little excited to be evaluated in this way, but at the same time, he also had two dissatisfaction points.

First, he doesn't want to be labeled as a "handsome cartoonist". He doesn't want to be a cartoonist who relies on his face to make a living—even a "popular cartoonist" is better than the label "handsome".

Second, due to the gradual increase in popularity, more and more people pay attention to him, and more people recognize him in the subway. Usually travel, or wear a hat to take the subway, or take a taxi.

It goes back to the income of the comic "Full House", he makes really little.

Back in the studio, it was pitch black. Since he is using a sketchpad to create comics now, even if his assistants can't come, they can still create comics at his residence. What's more, he is still thinking about the name of a new chapter, so there is no need for his assistants to come here.

Just after turning on the computer and clicking on the software, Wei Mao sat in front of the computer with a pressure-sensitive pen, intending to create a name, but because of what happened in the afternoon, he was in no mood to create. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. My mind is in a mess.

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table rang, and he sat up straight quickly. When he saw the name of the caller, he was at a loss—this person was a classmate of his in the manga school. not bad.

I don't know what he is calling at this time.

"Hello, is that Old Wei?"

"Yeah, long time no see. How are you doing?" Wei Mao said some polite words.

"So-so, definitely not as good as you...you are the pride of our class now."

"I'm average too." Wei Mao laughed awkwardly.

"You are a big star, the most promising person in our class."

"Where is it?"

Although the other party might be saying compliments, to Wei Mao it sounds like irony—it's like when you were in school, your grades were mediocre, but you were called a genius by your neighbors and asked your children to learn from him.

"Whenever you have time, let's all get together and talk about our experiences over the years."

"Okay, let's talk about it later, if I have time?" Wei Mao said casually.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and the other party finally revealed the purpose of the call.

"Old Wei, that...can you help with one thing?"

"What's the matter?" Hearing the other party's tone immediately lowered, Wei Mao was suddenly a little uneasy.

"Can you lend me some money? I...someone in my family is seriously ill and needs a sum of money."

"How many?"

"It's still 40,000...Sorry, I'm really forced to do nothing. Among the people I know, you are the richest person...I will never forget your great kindness."

There was crying in the microphone.

"..."

who has money

Wei Mao wanted to cry, but he didn't have any tears. He probably didn't have as much money as his classmates who were assistants to famous cartoonists, but he couldn't argue with it.

Will the most popular cartoonist in the country run out of money? Who are you kidding?

Besides, human life is at stake. Not to mention that he has money in his hand, even if he has no money, he will lend it to the other party.

"Okay... send me your family's situation, and I'll send you the money later."

He gritted his teeth and agreed, and after hanging up the phone, his heart felt empty.

How did the past two years become like this? Day and night, I have been busy for so long, and I even feel struggling to get 40,000 yuan.

What is the picture?

Wei Mao rubbed his face and almost fell asleep.

The sudden thought of the doorbell made him jolt, and the drowsiness in his mind disappeared instantly.

Who will come over... Ah!

Wei Mao slapped his forehead hard.

He and Lu Yiming agreed to meet today to discuss the name of "Full House".

Usually, he was always in the studio, and the name could be completed on time, but today he went out to meet Qian Sheng, and because he was too excited, he forgot to tell Lu Yiming that he had something to do today.

Wei Mao got up, opened the door, and Lv Yiming, wearing an old man's hat, stood outside.

Although it was already March, the weather was more or less chilly, and the old man's face was slightly reddish by the wind.

"I'm sorry, I haven't figured out the name yet. I'm really sorry for letting you go for nothing." Wei Mao apologized.

"Ah?" Lu Yiming was stunned, but after only three or four seconds, he nodded, "It's okay to think about the name. The name of the last few words is not very good. Teacher, please focus on the name. Come on, work harder."

"Um?"

Hearing Lu Yiping's words, Wei Mao was also a little concerned, and said without hesitation: "Teacher, why don't you come in first?"