"Editor-in-Chief Han, Editor-in-Chief Han ......"

Seeing Han Zaiying leaving with a gloomy face, Jing Zhongming was a little flustered, "Fengjun, shouldn't it be self-defeating?"

His mobile phone has been on the phone with Feng Manlou, so the conversation between the two can be heard clearly.

1000 a page, this is purely a lion's big mouth!

"Don't panic. ”

Feng Manlou poured herbal tea, poured another cup of hot and sipped slowly, "Negotiation is similar to a competition, and it will not be over until one side raises its hand to admit defeat."

He just got up and left, and did not say that the negotiations broke down, after all, it was just a pressure tactic in the negotiations. ”

"That'...... So what should we do now?" Jing Zhong swallowed his saliva, feeling that this kind of immortal fight, his own mortal heart was a little unbearable.

"If he doesn't come back after the tea, we'll go for supper. "The wind is all over the hallway.

"Good. Jing Zhongming wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, raised the teacup and drank it.

More than ten minutes passed, Feng Manlou felt that the tea was tasteless, took the mobile phone and got up and said, "Let's go, go for supper." ”

"Won't you wait any longer?"

"Don't wait, anyway, there is Xingman Weekly to support you, how can you find the next home, what are you waiting for him to do. ”

"That'...... What does Fengjun want to eat?

Rustling snacks, teppanyaki, beef noodles, sushi, hot pot, or roast bird?"

"What is that?" Feng Manlou frowned, "Mr. Inaka, you don't want to eat rare birds, are you, it's illegal!"

"No, no, no, roast bird is a skewer, and we call skewers roast birds in our country. Jing Zhongming hurriedly waved his hand, "It is said in the news that it is forbidden to eat wild animals every day, and I will never eat rare birds!"

"Oh, it's a skewer, okay, then it's a bird. "The wind is all over the corridor," in the middle of the night, drink a bottle of cold beer, don't be too cool, haha." ”

"Hehe, it's good if Fengjun is happy, it's good to be happy. ”

The two of them left the private room and went to the counter to settle the bill, and at a glance they saw Xiaolian Xiaoai, who was still eating snacks and drinking tea in the lobby.

Feng Manlou made a look, asked Jing Zhongming to ignore it, and continued to pay, but he heard Han Zaiying's voice behind him.

"Mr. Inaka, Manlou, where are you going?"

"Editor-in-Chief Han, you're still there, we thought you were gone, and we were going to have supper. Feng Manlou turned around and said.

"No, I just went to the bathroom with a sudden stomach ache. Han Zaiying said, "Don't be busy walking, when we're done talking, I'll invite you to have supper." ”

He left the table suddenly, in addition to wanting to put pressure on the two, he also took the opportunity to make a few phone calls, and after getting out that Xingman Weekly did intend to sign Inaka Ming, he immediately couldn't hold back.

"Fengjun, are you already talking about signing a contract?" Jing Zhongming asked knowingly.

Feng Manlou smiled, said in his heart that he was smart, and nodded: "I just got started, but Editor-in-Chief Han seems to be a little ...... about the remuneration."

"Haha, we have to talk about the remuneration of the author.

You know, our Z Weekly has always attached great importance to the comic "Kamen Superman of the Flower Planter", so the matter of remuneration is easy to discuss. ”

Han Zaiying hurriedly interrupted him and took the arms of the two and walked back.

With the threat of Xingman Weekly, now he has no capital to negotiate at all, and he has been passive, and his mind to show his negotiation methods has faded.

Bleeding is bleeding, it's bleeding, anyway, as long as the popularity of Z Weekly can be improved, it's the company that makes the most money, even if you sign a bad comic at a high price, you still have more credit than a fault!

......

Donghai Vocational and Technical College, opposite the main entrance.

Brother Saker looked at his phone impatiently, "Damn, it's nine o'clock, don't squat, that guy won't come out today." ”

Zhu Chonggui and Xia Kai were pardoned, got up and walked out, but they were slapped on the head by Brother Saker alone.

"You two give me a vigil here.

Fuck, being played around by a biker, and having a face rest?!"

Zhu Chonggui and Xia Kai could only stay with sad faces.

No matter how late the food stalls are, there is always a time to close, and it seems that in the second half of the night, they can only blow cold wind on the side of the street.

......

In the Taoyuan private room, after some fierce bargaining, the sharing contract of "Kamen Superman of the Flower Planter" was finally finalized.

950 per page, plus 30% profit share!

If it weren't for the presence of Editor-in-Chief Han, Jing Zhongming would almost hug Feng Manlou's thighs and cry.

He can finally be a full-time cartoonist, and he still doesn't have to worry about food and clothing!

Han Zaiying sighed, took out the tablet in his briefcase, opened the contract, and changed the one-page 280 buyout contract to a one-page 950 plus 30 percent share contract, which made Jing Zhongming look at it.

"Mr. Inoaka, if there is no problem, we will sign the electronic contract now, and how about signing the paper contract early tomorrow morning?"

He was really afraid that Jing Zhongming would change his hexagram again under the influence of the wind full of buildings.

He can see that this freshman is full of bad water, and he has been calculating himself since he called Jing Zhongming, and he can play tricks better than those negotiators.

"Don't bother, we'll be able to sign both contracts tonight. "You send me a copy of the contract, and I'll let the owner of the print shop print it and send it over." ”

To be honest, don't look at Comrade Lao Feng's superiority everywhere, but for a page of 950, the offer of at least tens of thousands of dollars in a month is also very weak.

He was also afraid that Han would win again.

"So much for the best. Han Zaiying breathed a sigh of relief, asked for the prestige of Feng Manlou, and sent the contract over.

Feng Manlou forwarded the contract directly to Boss Zhao and asked him to read the contract details a little.

Boss Zhao doesn't look like just the owner of a printing shop, but because he usually comes into contact with too many people who come to print contracts and complaints, his understanding of this thing can even be regarded as half an expert.

The three of them continued to drink tea, and after more than ten minutes, Brother Zhao replied.

Brother Zhao: [No problem, after reading it, I found two lawyers from the legal app to pay for review, and I found that there was no problem, and it was a very standard sharing contract. 】

Feng Manlou: [Thank you!]

Brother Zhao, please print two copies of the contract and send it to the Zhuge Lu tearoom in Xinmao Plaza, sign the contract, and have big households please have supper!]

Brother Zhao: [OK, I'll be here in ten minutes, I'm just about to make proofs.]

By the way, what about your bike?]

Feng Manlou: [Hehe, it's best to bring it together, otherwise I'll have to spend two yuan tomorrow to take the bus.] 】

Brother Zhao: [Haha, you kid is really picking the door to the realm, okay, take it to you and pull it over.] 】

Dimmed the phone, Feng Manlou smiled and nodded at Jing Zhongming, who immediately understood, happily took the tablet and signed his name.

I have to say that today's technology is really powerful, and through blockchain technology, the electronic version of the contract also has legal effect, which is really convenient.

More than ten minutes later, Brother Zhao came to Zhuge Lu with two document bags, signed by the two parties, pressed their fingerprints, stamped their seals, and signed the contract "happily".

"Editor-in-Chief Han, what do you say we will eat at night?" Feng Manlou said unceremoniously, "If you drink beer and skewers, it doesn't seem to fit your identity and temperament." ”

Who knew that just when he was about to slaughter Han and win again, Brother Zhao took out two more documents from his briefcase.