Park Ji-sub's immature face was leisurely, holding his slightly nervous sister tightly, and his eyes wandered over the middle-aged man opposite.

"You mean, you've got the story in mind?" Su Yongchang's words trembled a little, and he asked carefully.

"Almost, but I haven't written it yet." Park Ji-sub is still calm and terrifying, and he still has that innocent smile on his face.

"Well, that's all for today, little one! Can you call your father for a moment? Su Yongchang rubbed his face, pulled his collar, and said with a smile.

Park Ji-yeon's ears moved, her body jumped, and she got off the sofa and ran to the kitchen: "Abba, this Agassi is looking for you." ”

Park Ji-sub glanced at Su Yongchang, then ran over, then took Park Ji-yeon's hand, leaned into the other party's ear and whispered, "Don't be so anxious next time, look at my eyes." ”

Park Ji-yeon didn't know, so she glanced at Park Ji-sub, and then nodded as if she didn't understand.

The next thing is very simple, Su Yongchang proposes to buy the physical rights of Park Ji-sub and publish his fairy tale novel by way of a buyout. And to make a contract of priority for the purchase of his next works, and the subsequent increase in remuneration according to the quality of the follow-up.

It's just that Park Ji-sub interjected very inappropriately, and he directly denied the second one! And made it clear that it is necessary to speak according to the results. This move made Park Fanyeol, who already wanted to accept it, suddenly take back the 'promise' he blurted out, and simply let his son negotiate with the other party.

"Agassi, count it that way! 5,500 won per 1,000 words, which is the price of my first book. Park Ji-sub raised his finger and said seriously: "I have about 200,000 words per volume, which means that the price of each volume is about 1.1 million, and I will probably write eight volumes of this book, that is, 1.6 million words." A total of 9 million won, except for the adaptation rights, all can be given to you. ”

Su Yongchang looked at the little boy in front of him stupidly, this kid actually knew how to add 200,000 yuan to the fraction, and ...... Why does the other party seem to have expected the price of his book a long time ago?

Typically, a new author of the book! It's probably about two or three hundred thousand words, and it is generally paid to the other party in the form of a direct buyout. And the price is similar to what this kid said, ranging from 700,000 to 1.2 million, depending on the quality of the book.

So for Park Ji-sub's professional analysis and that determined look, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

Compared to Su Yongchang's surprise, Park Ji-sub's parents and his sister are really dumb. Park Ji-sub's immature spoken language, every word he said made them feel shocked. Because...... This kid seems to have frightened the editor-in-chief of this paradise publishing color.

"Nine million ......" Su Yongchang looked at Park Ji-sub with a smile, and then patted his knee: "Little guy, you seem to know a lot." ”

"Before I write, it's just a little research." Park Ji-sub made a shy look, scratched his head and said shyly.

And this expression feels fake no matter how you look at it, especially in the eyes of Park Ji-yeon. She had already figured out her brother's personality after being discharged from the hospital, and she didn't know what shyness was.

"The price of nine million is too high, your book is a reform and innovation, and I have no way of knowing what the market potential is! So little guy, that's not how business is talked. Su Yongchang looked at Park Ji-sub happily and said earnestly.

"Then I'll go find someone else, there will always be someone willing to buy nine million." Park Ji-sub's expression changed, and he sat directly on his father's lap: "It's a big deal, don't sell it, I'll write it to my father." ”

Su Yongchang is embarrassed, Park Ji-sub is a child, he can talk nonsense without being cheeky at all, but he can't! Reluctantly pulled out a smile, and turned his gaze to the other party's father: "Park Fanlie XI, look at six million!" This is the highest price we can give, and for newcomers, it is definitely a friendly price. ”

Park Ji-sub smiled and hit his head on his father's chest, and then said to himself, "Abba, I want to sell computers, I want to buy clothes for slaves, I want to learn piano, and I want slaves to learn dance." ”

"But there's no money! Abba gives money. Park Ji-sub looked at his father with tears in his eyes, and then blinked without missing a trace.

Pu Fanlie's cheeks trembled, and then slapped the other party's head: "If you want, make your own money to buy it." ”

"But this Agassi doesn't give money, I show others and say that it can be sold for nine million." Park Ji-sub cried with a sad face and a face full of resentment.

At this time, Su Yongchang was dumbfounded, what kind of 'others' in this kid's mouth are making trouble.

Also dumbfounded is Park Fanyeol, whose son is simply like a demon. To put it simply, after Park Ji-sub wrote it, he directly asked him to mail it to the publishing house. Then every day is to live at school and at home, and basically even go out to play very rarely. So...... Where did anyone else read this kid's book!

"That's someone else's words, I still say 10 million." Park Fanyeol held back the smile in his heart and pretended to be angry and knocked on Park Ji-sub's head again.

Su Yongchang understood that this kid had already read the manuscript to other publishing houses before. And according to the excellence of this book, it is not impossible for someone to offer 10 million.

"Look at it! I'm in a bit of a hurry today, plus I'm just an editor-in-chief, and I have to apply for my boss. After thinking about it, Su Yongchang interrupted the father and son's double reed: "I'll go back and discuss with the company first, and then come back tomorrow to visit." ”

"It's okay, we're not in a hurry." Park Ji-sub didn't wait for his father to answer, turned his head to look at the other party with a smile and said, "Then Agassi walks slowly." ”

Saying that, Park Ji-sub jumped off his father's lap, ran to Park Ji-yeon, who was a little restrained, and said loudly: "Slave, didn't you say last time that you liked watermelon very much, and tomorrow when I sell the book, I'll buy it for you to eat." ”

Su Yongchang, who was saying goodbye to Park Fanyeol, moved his ears, and then smiled and politely said a few words, and then said goodbye and left.

Park Ji-sub glanced at the other party's back, but he was helpless in his heart. As a professional writer in his last life, he certainly understood the value of his book. If it is placed in the hands of people who have already become famous, and the sharing model is used to get paid, as long as the Korean people accept this style and plot, they can earn at least 50 million.

But he can't help it, it should be said! As a small person, without any background and background, he can make his first pot of gold with these. It's already thankful, although nine million is not much, only about 50,000 yuan, but it is enough for him to make the next plan.