Fan Yinmo raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Wei Mao, "Treatment......"

Wei Mao nodded.

Fan Yinmo didn't answer, but called the waiter, ordered a glass of ice water, asked for a snack, and then narrowed his eyes, "Yes, after all, Mr. Wei is also a famous person, and it is the signature of our studio, and it is natural to improve the treatment." ”

"Huh?" Wei Mao was stunned.

He never thought that Fan Yinmo would directly agree.

"So, Mr. Wei, what is the treatment in your heart?" Fan Yinmo looked at Wei Mao with interest.

"Uh......"

Wei Mao was mentally prepared to tear his face with Fan Yinmo, but when Fan Yinmo asked him directly for a price, he was speechless for a while.

The waiter came over and brought ice water and pastries.

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

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

If a mutually acceptable price can be negotiated, it is a win-win result, so from the beginning, Fan Yinmo gave the highest price he could give.

Wei Mao took a deep breath and cheered himself up in his heart, "2,000 yuan/page." ”

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

Wei Mao hesitated, but still repeated the sentence, "2,000 yuan a page." ”

"Haha...... Ahem...... Fan Yinmo hurriedly sent the pastry in his mouth down with water, "I'm sorry, your joke just now is really funny." ”

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

"I know, I know." Fan Yinmo wiped the grease stains from the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and Wei Mao's words made him lose interest in pastries, "I know you're telling jokes very seriously." ”

Wei Mao's face was slightly hot, and his eyes were fixed on Fan Yinmo.

"Two thousand dollars a page? Please, do you know what this concept is? Even if it is 160,000 a month, it will be 1.92 million a year. If you want to serialize for 3 years, I will give you nearly 6 million? Sorry, your book isn't worth the price. Fan Yinmo shook his head.

He is not a fool, and he will never do a loss-making business.

For a time, Wei Mao was in a dilemma.

1,000 yuan a page, with an annual income of almost 960,000, which seems very good, but after deducting the rental fee of the studio and the salary of the assistant, the money he really got is only four or five hundred thousand.

After deducting 50,000 or 60,000 yuan of income tax from this money, Wei Mao will get more than 400,000 yuan a year.

More than 400,000 a year, which seems very good, but he also relied on working day and night, expending energy and enthusiasm for comics, to persevere.

1,000 yuan a page is really too low.

"That'...... Page 151...... Wei Mao took a step back.

"A thousand." Fan Yinmo was in no mood to talk to Wei Mao anymore.

Wei Mao didn't expect Fan Yinmo's attitude to be so resolute, he thought about it again and again, and said, "That...... 1,000 plus a portion of the copyright proceeds. ”

"It's five hundred, don't raise the price." Fan Yinmo got angry and stood up, "You should really go out and see what level a cartoonist can earn two million a year." Don't forget, part of the copyright and royalties go to TV stations and media companies, otherwise, why would they praise you? ”

"I'm really not unusual, they praise me!" Wei Mao was upset about this matter, and when he heard Fan Yinmo mention it, he also got angry, "Now, people who know me think that I am very rich, and each single book can sell hundreds of thousands of copies, but this income has something to do with me!?" Lip service is not true. TMD, everyone I know is beating my idea, what old classmates, what relatives at home, the problem is, every volume has sold so many copies, and my income has not risen, hasn't it all gone into your pocket? ”

Wei Mao seemed to have been stepped on by the tail and immediately jumped up.

He is a cartoonist, and he has some pride of his own, and it is better to let more people recognize his work than to let them know him as a person.

"I'm telling you, either, 151 pages, or, 1,000 dollars a page, plus copyright."

"Then I'll just say it, you think too much, you can't get such money." Fan Yinmo sneered and turned around to leave.

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

"Huh?"

"You shouldn't have watched the last two episodes of "Full House", right?"

"Didn't look, what's wrong?"

""Full House" may end in five episodes, if you agree to my request, I can modify the subsequent name."

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

"Of course...... If you want to see the next two plot directions, I can give them to you now. Wei Mao took out his mobile 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 keep it for yourself, right?" If you want to finish, it's over, and the copyright has already been sold anyway. ”

"Huh?"

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

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

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

More critically, both sides have torn their faces, will he continue to paint, or let "Full House" end?

Wei Mao couldn't figure it out either.

He didn't know how he had returned home, and he had placed his briefcase on the desk while he lay limply on the bed.

He didn't do much today, but he felt extremely tired, but when he lay down, his mind was so clear that he couldn't sleep at all.

In this way, the spirit is in a trance, as if sleeping is not sleeping.

Before you know it, it's getting dark.

It was already night, but Wei Mao didn't fall asleep at all, but he didn't think about it very much, it was a bit like lying in bed in winter.

Suddenly, the alarm bell that came to mind in his pocket, Wei Mao instantly sobered up.

Fan Yinmo!?

He finally figured it out?

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

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

Fei Xu, a cartoonist who walked out of his studio.

"What's wrong?"

"Teacher, did you just go to see someone?" After connecting the phone, Fei Xu got straight to the point and was not pretentious at all.

"Huh?"

Wei Mao was shocked, how did Fei Xu know that he met Fan Yinmo?

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

"Look at Weibo, teacher. Someone seems to have posted a video of your meeting with that person online. ”

"What!?"

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