Confused about money, desperately blinking his eyes and selling cuteness, delusional to get through with haha: "Money? What money? When did I owe you money? ”

"Of course there is—" Nan Wanjun was unmoved, "Copyright, portrait fee, profit sharing, and compensation for mental damages......"

"This ...... What kind of mess is this?! You...... What the hell do you want to do? As soon as he heard about money, he immediately became sad and angry, his fingers trembled and pointed at Nan Wanjun, his tone seemed to have been wronged, and the tail note turned nine and eighteen turns, and Nan Wanjun had goosebumps falling to the ground when he heard it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You just filmed me fighting, and according to the constitution of the Interstellar Alliance government, the video you shot has my copyright; You must have photographed my face as well, and the image rights must be mine; If you upload the video to the official website of God Cry, as the first battle between players since the launch of the server, even if there is no technical content, there will definitely be players willing to pay to watch it. I own more than half of the copyright, the portrait right is completely mine, and you must give me at least 80% of the net income in the end. I'm not looking for money, who are you looking for? ”

Nan Wanjun said this very fast, he was dizzy when he said that he regarded wealth as life, looked at Nan Wanjun with teary eyes, and sent her to kneel: "This woman, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child, and a seriously ill and paralyzed wife in the middle...... The whole family of more than a dozen people lives on my meager alliance coins, woman, you can't cut off your life......"

Nan Wanjun really, really wanted to laugh. However, Qiushui was a little moved by the miserable cry of treating wealth as life, and couldn't help but look at wealth as life and pleading, and reached out and pulled Nan Wanjun's sleeve.

"Qiushui," Nan Wanjun bowed his head and smiled at Qiushui, "I want to talk to this brother about something, can you go over there for a while?" ”

Qiushui did not stain the dust and hesitated for a while: "That...... All right. She glanced worriedly at her fortune and walked out of the woods.

"Okay, everyone is gone, don't pretend." Nan Wanjun's eyes narrowed slightly, "The acting skills are very good, but it's a little crazy." ”

Treating wealth as fate and seeing through it, he is cheeky and acts as if nothing has happened. It's just that the look of hanging children just now was put away, and there was a treacherous light in his eyes: "Why me?" What do you want me to say? ”

"Sure enough, it's a young offspring." Nan Wanjun pretended to be an old Jianghu, "Don't be in a hurry to get angry, if you are a veteran, after I say 'stop pretending', you should continue to pretend to be crazy and stupid." ”

Treat money as life, and have nothing to say at this time. Compared with Nan Wanjun, he really lacks experience.

"Well, what do you want to say?"

"I know, you're a born businessman." Nan Wanjun leaned over slightly, and looked at the little brother with his height advantage with contempt, "So-let's cooperate." ”

"Is this a temptation?" Regard wealth as life and raise his head, his face expressionless.

Nan Wanjun shrugged: "If I wanted to, I would have left Qiushui here just now." ”

"Well, what weight do you have to talk to me about cooperation, and what do I have to bet on to attract you to cooperate?"

"Found you...... Maybe it's just intuition,......" Nan Wanjun smiled mysteriously, "My name is Nanjun, a star priest, and that girl just now was an immortal doctor. I know it's a bit abrupt to talk about cooperation now, so ......"

Nan Wanjun took out the demon wolf's teeth, skin, and flesh, Bart's shotgun, and some other miscellaneous things from his belt: "Help me sell them, and you get 5% of the sale price." ”

“10%。”

“7%。”

“8%。”

"Deal."

Regarded wealth as fate, his head twitched, took the things in Nan Wanjun's hand, and clicked OK after a cursory look at the system agreement.

Nan Wanjun casually sent a friend request: "You won't regret it." ”

He glanced at Nan Wanjun coldly, and then turned into the same cowering look, and walked out with a lewd smile on his face.

Qiushui was a little worried when he looked at the back of the swaying man who regarded wealth as his fate, and pulled the corner of Nan Wanjun's clothes: "Sister Xiaojun, he will be fine, right?" ”

"Such a person...... How could something happen? Nan Wanjun whispered meaningfully, and easily rubbed the soft chestnut hair that was not stained by the autumn water.

"Let's go."

"Okay."