Chapter 1158 Unyielding

Fan Yinmo frowned slightly, and glanced at Wei Mao lightly, "The treatment..."

Wei Mao nodded.

Fan Yinmo did not answer, but called the waiter, ordered a glass of ice water, and ordered a snack, then narrowed his eyes, "That's right, Teacher Wei is also a famous person after all, and it is the signboard of our studio. And of course."

"Eh?" Wei Mao was stunned.

He never thought that Fan Yinmo would directly agree.

"Then, Teacher Wei, what kind of treatment do you have in mind?" Fan Yinmo looked at Wei Mao with interest.

"Well……"

Wei Mao was mentally prepared to fight Fan Yinmo, but when Fan Yinmo asked him the price directly, he was at a loss for words.

The waiter came and served ice water and pastries.

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

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

If a price acceptable to both parties can be negotiated, it will be a win-win result, so from the very beginning, Fan Yinmo offered the highest price he could.

Wei Mao took a deep breath and cheered himself up in his heart, "2000 yuan/page."

"Huh?" Fan Yinmo opened his mouth slightly, forgot to swallow the pastry in his mouth, and looked at Wei Mao in surprise, "Sorry, I didn't hear clearly."

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

"Haha...cough cough..." Fan Yinmo quickly put down the pastry in his mouth with water, "Sorry, your joke just now was really funny."

"I'm serious." Wei Mao's face darkened.

"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 serious about telling a joke."

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

"Two thousand dollars a page? Please,

Do you know what this concept is? Even if it is based on 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, but your book is really not worth the price. "Fan Yinmo shook his head.

He is not a fool, he will never do business that loses money.

For a while, 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 rental fee of the studio and the salary of the assistant, the real money he got is only four to five hundred thousand.

If the income tax of 50,000 to 60,000 yuan is deducted from this money, Wei Mao will only get more than 400,000 yuan a year.

More than 400,000 yuan a year looks pretty 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.

"Then... 1,510 pages..." Wei Mao took a step back.

"One thousand." Fan Yinmo was in no mood to chat with Wei Mao anymore.

Wei Mao didn't expect Fan Yinmo's attitude to be so resolute, he thought over and over again, and said, "Then... one thousand plus a part of the copyright proceeds."

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

"I really don't care if they praise me!" Wei Maozheng was upset about this matter, and when he heard Fan Yinmo mentioning this matter, he also became angry, "Now, everyone who knows me thinks I am rich, and every single book They can sell hundreds of thousands of copies, but this income has something to do with me!? Lips are not real. Tmd Everyone I know is thinking about me, old classmates, relatives at home, the problem is, every I sold so many volumes in one volume, and my income didn’t increase, wouldn’t it all go into your pocket?”

Wei Mao jumped up immediately as if his tail had been stepped on.

He is a cartoonist, and he has more or less his own pride. Instead of letting them know him, it is better to let more people recognize his works.

"Let me tell you, either, 1,510 pages, or 1,000 yuan per page, plus copyright."

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

"Wait a minute." Wei Mao stopped Fan Yinmo, "I still have something to do."

"Um?"

"You probably haven't watched the last two episodes of "Full House"?"

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

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

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

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

Fan Yinmo stared at Wei Mao for about four or five minutes, and finally shook his head and said, "No, you can keep it for yourself? Finish it if you want, anyway, the copyright has already been sold."

"Huh?"

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

After sitting down, Wei Mao's mind was in a mess. He never thought that Fan Yinmo would refuse so directly.

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

More importantly, both parties have already torn their faces. Should he continue to paint, or let "Full House" end?

Wei Mao couldn't figure it out either.

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

He didn't do much today, but he felt extremely tired, but after lying down, his mind was clear again, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

Just like that, I was in a trance, like sleeping but not sleeping.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark.

It was already night, but Wei Mao didn't doze off at all, but he didn't think much about it, a bit like staying in bed in winter.

Suddenly, Wei Mao woke up instantly when the alarm sounded in his pocket.

Fan Yinmo! ?

He finally figured it out?

This was Wei Mao's first reaction after hearing the ringtone.

However, when he saw the phone call on the screen of his mobile phone, he suddenly lost his energy.

Fei Xu, a cartoonist who left his studio.

"What's wrong?"

"Teacher, did you go to see someone just now?" After answering the phone, Fei Xu got straight to the point without any pretension.

"ah?"

Wei Mao was startled, how did Fei Xu know that he was meeting Fan Yinmo?

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

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

"What!?"

Wei Mao's mind buzzed, and his brain went blank.