"Laugh, laugh. When you are crying, if everything remains unchanged, I can get up to 30% of the sales as royalties. That is sales, not 30% of your net profit. Do you want to make a sale? 50% of the amount..." Yang Dongxu muttered in his heart.
However, 50% of sales is obviously too much. If it really becomes popular, 30% of sales will be enough to drive Shueisha crazy.
This is a zero point. If it exceeds this point, Shueisha may risk breaking the contract and stop working. After all, if they continue to work, they will work for Yang Dongxu in vain, or even pay him back. No businessman is willing to do such a thing.
Now that the broad framework has been agreed upon, it is very easy to formulate the contract. After discussing the details, and then formulating the obligations and responsibilities of both parties, penalties for breach of contract, etc., the two parties went to the RB Embassy, because that is where the copy machine is. Print out the contract.
After signing and doing justice, there were two contracts in Chinese and Japanese, each one was completed in one copy, and both parties shook hands and said goodbye in a friendly manner.
Yang Dongxu had no intention of inviting Onosatsuchi to dinner, and neither did the other party. Because they are all silent in their own joy.
Ono Matsutomo feels that this is the best contract he has signed since he started working in the industry. Not only are the terms in it almost all beneficial to his comic book club, but even the liquidated damages are very high at 5 million US dollars. Yes, it is not Japanese yen. , but in US dollars, this is simply a sky-high breach of contract clause, so Yang Dongxu will never breach the contract, otherwise he will not be able to compensate.
Therefore, he is like picking up a golden doll for his publishing house. He will definitely be commended and even be promoted from minister to executive.
Yang Dongxu is naturally very happy. Even if there is a Waterloo result that he least wants to see, even if he cannot get the royalties for one or two years, it will be like working in vain. But as long as he encounters a suitable environment and "Dragon Ball" rises, this will definitely be a good game. Hen with golden eggs.
What's more important is that someone else raised this hen for him, but the golden eggs it laid were his. Is there anything more beautiful than this?
So, little devil, it’s really not certain who is plotting against whom. The one who laughs last is the one who laughs best.
Yang Dongxu, who was refreshed after returning to the center, was ready to have a good meal, but was called over by Zhou Yiren.
"What happened when you signed the comic book contract?" Zhou Yiren looked at Yang Dongxu with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He knew that his student and god-grandson was very precocious, and sometimes he was more far-sighted and steady than adults in doing things. But no matter how much he looks like an adult, he is only an 8-year-old child after all. Drawing something casually can make RB people come all the way to sign a contract, which is beyond his expectation.
"It's just a little book. Don't I like to read "Journey to the West" during my front-end time? After reading it, I started thinking about it and then turned it into a comic. Later, I saw in the newspaper that RB had a comic book club, so I mailed the manuscript to it. I tried it and it worked unexpectedly," Yang Dongxu said half-truthfully.
"What do you think about the introduction of technology?" Zhou Yiren asked.
Yang Dongxu scratched his head. This thought jump was a bit fast, and he couldn't keep up for a while.
"I don't understand technology. Look at what the country lacks, and just buy whatever is reasonably priced." Yang Dongxu was not pretending to be stupid this time.
But he really doesn’t understand technology, although he knows that automobile manufacturing, Internet, solar energy, etc. are all promising industries. But that's all he knew. He really didn't know the specific technologies in these industries.
Zhou Yiren said nothing, staring at Yang Dongxu with increasingly unkind eyes.
“I really don’t understand technology, but many people in our country still don’t have enough to eat, so we can try the technology of chemical fertilizers and fine seeds to increase grain production.
There are also roads and railways. It is too painful to go home now. If you want to get rich, build roads first and have fewer children and more trees. Once there is a road, everything here can be transported out, and people who want to come can come in.
In addition to speeding up the exchange of information between people in different places, smooth roads can also gather the control of high-level officials. If something goes wrong, it would take one week to send troops to arrive. But once the road is established, they can arrive in three days, or even in one day. This way, everything can be handled more easily, right? "
Yang Dongxu's words made Zhou Yiren's eyes disappear and he nodded slowly, obviously agreeing with what he proposed.
"Be more direct in your speech from now on and don't be secretive. I am your grandfather. What do you have to be afraid of? Besides, do you think you are the only capable person in this world? The United States has already agreed to the fertilizer machinery technology and has also obtained Some steel and automobile engine technology." Zhou Yiren snorted.
Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes directly, "You have already made your decision, and you are all right. Then why do you ask me?" Are you kidding me?
So he felt that he was hurt. He just wanted to have a good meal to celebrate, but now in order to make up for the trauma in his soul, he decided to have a good meal.
Going to the Yang Family Banquet to order a large table of dishes? It's better to save it, he doesn't want to be lectured by Zhou Ya. Since he had nothing to do during the holiday anyway, he decided to stay with Old Man Xuan for a while and then come back after his mental trauma healed.
Yang Dongxu suddenly discovered that living in a larger place may not necessarily be comfortable, but would be very tiring. Especially in the era before hiring housekeepers, every time he cleaned the courtyard, even just cleaning the yard, he felt like a huge project.
"Looking at how lazy you are, why did Xiao Zhou accept a godson like you?" Old man Xuan, who was cooking in the kitchen, was very angry when he looked at Yang Dongxu, who was leaning on the door frame and wishing he could lie down on a bed.
"You even accepted me as your half-disciple. You and I are the eldest brother, let alone the second brother, as your godfather. Besides, I am your apprentice, and Zhou Yiren is my godfather, so you can't call him Xiao Zhou, you should call him Uncle Zhou. That’s right.”
"Your skin is itchy, right?" Old Man Xuan threw the chopsticks in his hand and Yang Dongxu ducked sideways.
"Kill me and you won't have anyone to take care of you until you die." Yang Dongxu was startled when he saw the chopsticks passing by him and inserting them halfway into the flower bed not far away.
"I've been teaching you for so long, you deserve to die if you can't hide from me." Old Man Xuan took out another pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage next to him and continued to tumble the meat in the pot.
"What if I feel that you won't hurt me and don't hide? Isn't that a dead end?" Yang Dongxu ran to the distance and picked up the chopsticks, washed them and threw them into the chopstick cage.
"Then you can only admit that you are unlucky, or when you get to the Lord of Hell, you can tell him the reason for your death and see if he will send you back?" Old Man Xuan didn't even raise his eyelids.
The two people kept bickering and soon the meat in the pot was ready, especially the big tortoise that was rolling up and down with the thick soup, which made Yang Dongxu drool. The big tortoise that has been stewed for a long time actually has no nutrition, but the toon tastes soft and soft, which is his favorite.
"Did you do it some time ago?" He fished out a big bone, sprinkled some salt and pepper on it, took another big bone and rubbed the two together to get the flavor. Old Man Xuan gnawed it very domineeringly.
"I've been blocked by others two or three times. If you don't do anything anymore, your reputation will be ruined, right?" Yang Dongxu said without caring.
He didn't ask where Old Man Xuan got the news. The most likely person was Wu Aibing. But he didn't care at all about Wu Aibing making such a report. After all, he was only an eight-year-old child now, and his behavior in the last incident was indeed a bit scary.
Wu Aibing did not tell his godfather about this matter, but told Old Man Xuan. Obviously he is a measured person, so there is nothing to argue with him.
"How did it feel?"
"I don't feel much at all. I was shocked even after the first brick fell. I almost didn't dare to take pictures of the second brick. When I got home, I had insomnia and couldn't fall asleep. If I hadn't learned some massage techniques from you, the second brick would be I will definitely go to class with dark circles under my eyes the next day." Yang Dongxu did not hide anything and expressed his feelings at the time.
Although he is a man with a mental age of over 40 years old, he has never done such a aggressive thing. In fact, at that time, he was a little weak in the legs and kept pretending. Even when filming the second brick, he was worried that Brother Cheng would be concussed or killed directly.
But in the end, he secretly gritted his teeth and persisted. The whole process was perfect, leaving a deep impression on Brother Cheng, Dongzi, and even Wu Aibing.
Let them have more or less scruples in their hearts if they want to do something embarrassing to themselves in the future. At the same time, they listened more seriously to Yang Dongxu's words, and they lost some of the mentality that they used to think of him as a little brat.
"Generally, I'm doing pretty well. I didn't learn anything in vain some time ago. I'm just a little too timid and need some training." Mr. Xuan nodded and affirmed Yang Dongxu's approach.
"How to exercise and go to a mass grave to spend the night in the middle of the night?" Yang Dongxu was a little curious.
"That can only reduce your fear, and it has nothing to do with your courage. You need to kill two people occasionally, and you will get used to it. When you encounter opponents in the future, your heart will become more ruthless." Old Man Xuan said calmly.
"I got used to sleeping while I was still asleep, and I haven't woken up since." Discussing the issue of killing people to practice courage with an eight-year-old kid like him, only an old bastard like Old Man Xuan could do such a thing.
And Yang Dongxu can be sure that he is not joking. As long as he agrees, Old Man Xuan will really kill people for him from time to time.
It stands to reason that given Yang Dongxu's courage, he should hide as far away from this pervert as possible and not dare to approach him. But the thing was so strange, his heart was trembling when he took pictures of Brother Cheng, so he could only endure it.
But facing Old Man Xuan, an old bastard who didn't seem to take human life seriously, there was no pressure at all. It seems that what Old Man Xuan said about killing is not killing people, but killing chickens to make a delicious meal. There is no psychological burden, which is strange.
