Although the Limu people are small, they bring four outsiders upstairs to talk about business, how can they allow others to go up and disturb them!

After a short staircase, Limu led the four to the top of the building. As the owner of this place, Lu Hui began to do his best as a host, taking his sister Lu Wei to set up chairs and tea.

The roof of the Lu family is a sky garden no less than their courtyard, and on the top of the building, you can see the bungalows at a glance, many of which are two or three stories under construction.

The roof of their house is a Western-style railing, and it is covered with energetic creepers that don't know where the source is, and lush greenery hangs down from the upper floor, like a green curtain to block the sun from the fifth floor. Half of the roof space is filled with pots of all sizes, but in a family that knows how to enjoy aesthetics, even if there are many potted plants, they will not look cluttered.

About two-thirds of the way to the middle of the roof was on the side of the embankment, the golden ratio of 0.618 to be exact, and Father Lu built a gazebo with a white mast. The top of the pavilion is a mesh structure with vines that are not practical to keep out the rain, but more than enough to shelter from the sun. Clusters of green bean-sized grapes are already growing on the vines, and it is estimated that they will be ready for fruit bowls by the middle of the month.

Grapevines are prone to caterpillars, and in late spring, they are sprayed with extremely diluted pesticides, and it is said that even if they are drunk directly, they will not die, and they are sprayed only once. When the grapes are ripe, if there is one or two rains in the middle, I am afraid that I can only eat them directly if I am not soaked in water.

Under the vines is a white plastic round table, around which Lu Hui has placed large plastic chairs commonly used in the night market ice flower stalls, which are not only spacious but also have a place to put hands on, making it quite comfortable to sit on. The Lu family originally planned to build a stone table here, but if a stone table like a courtyard was added to the roof, I was afraid that it would not be able to bear the weight and crack.

The shortest Lu Lingling sat at the table, and across the embankment, you could see the swollen green river, and the river breeze brought people a wonderful feeling.

"Your life is so good." Lu Lingling took a sip of tea and sighed in a rare silence.

"Generally, villagers like us, who have two or three buildings for rent, don't have to do anything else except collect rent." Riki had an unusually relaxed smile on her face.

In the words, he said that he was such a villager, and as long as his parents collected rent, he could live. In fact, it is the grandmother who collects the rent, and the family's life is completely dependent on the snort of others, which is exactly the result of the grandmother's desire, which comes from her inexplicable desire to control the child.

Lu Wei and Lu Hui were also invited to take a seat, but in such an unfamiliar thing as "talking about business", they sat very sensibly and kept silent.

"It's completely different from those of us who are tired from running around......" Ryoko, who didn't know what was going on, said gently.

"Let's go straight to the point, I was going to sign with Dongman or Mantianxia, how are you going to sign?" Afraid that if they continued to talk, they would be exposed, and before they could figure out their situation, Riki asked calmly.

"Our company promises to help you publish a single book, the manuscript fee is charged at 80 yuan per page, and the profit share of the single book sales is 9%, and I hope you can sign a 15-year contract with us, and we will be responsible for helping you promote and increase popularity." It was Wang Bingyu who spoke, and among the four people, she looked the most like the person in charge, and the president Lu Lingling looked like an employee.

The conditions they gave made Riki dumbfounded, but on the surface he smiled noncommittally.

In addition to receiving a manuscript fee for serialization in magazines, cartoonists will also have income from single books and peripherals. When it comes to monobooks and manga peripherals, this is just for manga artists with strength and popularity. If it's just a small comic, don't mention the comic book and peripherals, and the amount of magazine manuscript fees is a problem. The lowest manuscript fee can be purchased for a few yuan per page, and even life can not be maintained.

The standard of income of cartoonists is determined according to their strength, and the strong and popular cartoonists will receive more remuneration for their manuscripts, and the less remuneration they will receive otherwise. There is no doubt that Riki is very confident in his own strength, but now he is just a novice comic book with "zero" popularity.

"Excuse me, I won't be the first author of your society, will I?" Riki suddenly realized something and asked, "You haven't started a journal yet, and you don't even have the author to support a magazine, so let me publish a single book first, right?" ”

"You are very smart, please rest assured, we signed a 15-year contract with you, and if we break the contract first, you will get a large amount of compensation." Wang Bingyu's words made Limu a little moved.

If they unilaterally break the contract due to poor management, they can get a compensation for signing a manga artist, but what Riki cares about is why they are so sure that they want to sign a contract with themselves.

"It's too exalting me, you actually want to sign a 15-year contract, how can you think that I painted it?" Limu supported his chin with his hand, and looked at them with smiling eyes, since he launched an attack on them, Wang Bingyu's face has grown, and the address has changed from "you" to "you".

"We also need to confirm this, but it should be the same." Wang Bingyu had a plan in his heart.

The child in front of you should not be treated as a child in any way. In the conversation, they gathered some information, such as that he had drawn a full-open pencil sketch and had submitted to a national drawing competition. What's more, in the current conversation, the little boy makes them not feel a trace of "young", but like a cunning old fox staring at them.

Even if such a person is very young, he is very likely to draw a comic with a high degree of completion, and she can be sure that the child in front of her must be the author of "Fullmetal Alchemist".

"I'm sorry, I can only sign a comic contract with you, but I can't be your contract artist." Riki's eyes closed slightly, and he began to put forward his opinion.

There are two types of manga contracts: contracted manga and contracted manga artists.

If the former has other works, the cartoonist can be serialized in the magazines of other publishers; The latter can only publish their work in the magazines of the publishing houses they are contracted to.

Once you become a signed cartoonist, it is equivalent to signing a contract of sale, especially if you sign a comic contract for more than five years, if it is a large company like ENIX. However, Shangguo Publishing House is just a small company formed by these four little girls, and it is really hard to believe that such a company can last for a few years.

"We want to nurture you and work with you, and we want you to understand." Wang Bingyu struggled to find the right words.

"In this way, it doesn't matter how much you charge for the manuscript fee, I want 15% or 20% of the profit share from the sales of a single bank, so I will promise to sign a 5-year or 10-year contract with you." Riki was silent for a moment, and said politely.

He thinks he's worth the price, or the ultimate artist system in his head that's worth the money, and if it weren't for the ultimate cartoonist system, he might have agreed to it when he heard about the 9% cut. After all, compared to the lower 2%~4% share, 9% is undoubtedly a higher share specification in the comic industry. The other party not only took a fancy to him but also gave him respect, if it weren't for the fact that their company was too small and afraid that the publicity would not be in place, the income would be too small...... Riki doesn't care about the percentage of money.

"Then there's no need to talk about it, farewell!" Wang Bingyu frowned thoughtfully.

After speaking, he stood up with his hands on the table, and was about to leave with the other three. Unexpectedly, her president did not cooperate at all, and his feet were crossed on the chair without any intention of leaving, but he reached out and grabbed her and said:

"Well~ Bingbing, don't be so harsh. Since Mr. Riki dares to mention this, he must have his own reasons, isn't it? ”

This president seems to be a fool, but his eyes are full of cleanliness, making people wonder which side she is on. Listening to the meaning, it seems that he intends to let Limu find a reason to persuade Wang Bingyu, if he can convince Wang Bingyu, then he can find his meaning to sign a contract. If Riki has no reason and can't convince Xiang Bingyu, then he should obediently sign according to the original signing plan.

"Hmm......" A smile rippled from Riki's face, he really didn't know how to convince them, did he tell them that he had a system in his body, and his future was limitless?

After a little consideration, Riki smiled and said, "I'm only 8 years old now, and I'm still in the growth stage, so I definitely have a lot of room for improvement in the next few years, in fact, it doesn't matter if I sign with the company or not, but I need to pay for the materials I need to practice painting." In this way, the manuscript fee is still 80 yuan a page, and I only need 9% of the profit share of a single book, and I will sign a 10-year contract with you. But you have to help me keep 10% of the profits, and if I need to buy any painting tools for practice, as long as it doesn't exceed that 10%, you have to help me reimburse. ”

Riki is not interested in the 10% or 20% of the income, and it is not difficult for him to make money, but it is definitely not easy. In order to ensure that he could successfully complete the extremely expensive task of "ultimate painter", and not give up his specialization in comics, he had to try his best to get from painting. Therefore, even if it is not in the form of money but reimbursement for the purchase of materials, he can only ensure the supply of painting materials, and he feels that it does not matter how the income is distributed.

The 10-year contract ended just when he was an adult, and at this time he happened to be recognized by the state as having his own civil capacity to become a cartoonist with independent reading ability.

"Can I take a look at your manuscript? Show us your skills by the way. The director of the publishing house asked, glaring at a shiny glass.

The content of the contract proposed by Riki is actually full of his love for comics, and the amount of reimbursement he asks for for material expenses exceeds the amount he needs to share the income, it is hard to imagine how far a manga artist with such a passion for drawing can grow in comics.

"Of course, no problem, my makeshift studio is right down there, with exactly a few pages of originals. But the room is a bit small, and there are too many people if you go down, so don't ......" Limu snorted for a while, and turned to the owner of the room: "Lu Hui, help me." ”

Lu Hui nodded and got up to get the manuscript and comic tools, and Lu Wei also got up and followed her sister, this group of strangers scared her.

"Private ...... I'm here to help you. Ryoko also hurriedly got up.

In a short time, tools such as manuscripts, manuscript paper, pencils, comic dip pens, and ink were all brought up. It sounds like a lot, but it's just a stack of paper and a box, and if only one person takes it, you may have to worry that the box will slip off while walking, but it's too much for three people to go down together.

"These eight are the original drafts drawn in the past few days, as for the on-site painting, do you want to see me sketch, or do you want to review my skills in drawing comics?" Limu spread the ordinary A4 paper on the table and looked at Lu Lingling with smiling eyes.