Ai Fei's hand passed by the painting, and his young face looked shining brightly in the sun: "Actually nothing. I knew this story by chance and had the idea of ​​drawing it down. In addition, you also know that the era of Ocean Cookies was the era of the Great Depression of the United States. Ocean Cookies successfully played an idol who could embody the American spirit at that time. The miracle of Ocean Cookies inspired countless Americans in anxiety and panic. Subsequently, the US economy began to recover. From this perspective, Ocean Cookies not only changed the fate of him and his master, but also inspired the entire country. And the panic and anxiety caused by the failure of the war, the uncertainty of future life, and the oppression of the goal of moving forward are all in line with the environment and mood of the American people back then."

“…………… So, I want to inspire the confidence and passion of the Japanese people through a story that takes place in a distant foreign land. Isn’t this the most lacking quality in today’s society?”

"I understand." Nishiwei nodded: "So, why did Ai Jun choose to use colored brushes to complete this creation? You must know that no one has ever used this painting method among domestic cartoonists?"

Ai Fei's eyebrows frowned: "Is it the only one who feels like this? Are you here to talk to me about cooperation or interview me?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. We are just interested in the author of this work. If it causes inconvenience to you, please forgive me."

"It's nothing." Ai Fei waved his hand generously: "If you must know, I can only say that I have always liked painting, but it's the first time I have officially started to draw the story in my heart. So..., it can be said that in order to be accepted by the editor to a greater extent, I chose such a colorful method."

"I understand!" Nishio paused for a moment, took the teacup on the table and took a sip: "Well, that's right. My club is very interested in Ai Jun's comics. I hope you can get your approval and hand over the masterpiece to publish and publish. Of course, for the royal remuneration you deserve, the school children's society will give you royal remuneration at a price of 24.5 yen per picture."

"That is to say, the final reward I can get is about 7,300 yuan?"

"Yes."

Ai Fei converted it in his mind. This price was about 15 US dollars in Japan in 1949 (the inflation in Japan was quite serious at that time. It was not until the Dodge route was launched in 1950. Japan stabilized the exchange rate at 1:360 with the help of the United States), and it could not be considered less. But such a price would never satisfy him: "Sorry, I think I have put in much more effort for this painting book than this number......... So, please forgive my willfulness. If the publication of this album cannot bring me more benefits, I think there is no need for our cooperation to continue."

Nishio didn't expect him to close the door so tightly: "Ai Jun, the expensive work... Although it is very novel and interesting to a certain extent, how many people can recognize this story in the United States and how big the market will be, it is unknown, and we also bear great market risks. The most important thing is that Ai Jun's paintings need to be printed in color, which will also increase our investment in cost, so..."

"What?"

"I hope Ai Jun can understand our difficulties, and... please!"

"Do you want to say after that, my name can't be as appealing as Tezuka Osamu?"

"……………” Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him had such a quick thinking, Nishio was speechless when he asked, and could not say a word.

"Haha..." It's rare, Ai Fei smiled: "I think we'd better change a more compromise, right?"

“What is it?”

"I hand over the distribution rights of this work to the schoolchildren's club. For every copy I sell, I will get a share of 0.1 yen. How about it?"

This theory of share division that appeared in later generations sounded extremely ridiculous to the current Japanese: "Split division?"

"Yes. It's just sharing the money. Simply put, if this work can sell 10 copies, I will get 1 yuan. If 100,000 copies are sold, I will get 10,000 yuan. How about it?" Ai Fei looked at the two confused two people in front of him, and his tone was full of kindness for each other: "The biggest advantage of this is that the market risks that Nishio Jun just mentioned can be evenly distributed to the author and the publisher. If the sales of the work is not good, it means that you have not spent on this work. At least, the royalties that should be paid to the author can be saved?"

Nishio and Tanaka had not answered yet, and the side was already anxious: Ai Yukiko: More than 7,000 yen, it was enough to compare her husband's salary for a month. Why was he not satisfied? But he also knew that there was no room for himself to speak in such an occasion, so he could only worry but had no choice but to do it.

The two editors of the School Children's Club hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't understand the trick here: "I'm sorry, Ai Jun, we need to go back and discuss this matter. If there is any news, we will answer you as soon as possible."

"Very good. I'll wait patiently."

After seeing off two guests, Ai Shinko rarely went to the kitchen to work hard, but looked at her son with a smile: "Xiao Ai Jun?"

"What?"

"Can you tell my mother what Xiao Aijun is busy with these days?"

“Eh?”

"Every day my mother can't even talk to Xiao Aijun!"

"Ah, I understand." Ai Fei probably knew what his mother was going to say, but as usual, he sat down on the tatami: "To be specific? I'm considering a work now..."

"With Mr. Nishio this time and..."

"It's different. This time Nishio came to talk to me about the printing and distribution of a picture work, and now I'm writing a novel. Well, it's a pure text work. It's different."

"Does Mom's Xiao Aijun actually want to be a writer? Haha... so cute!"

Ai Fei blinked in confusion: Is there anything cute about this?

"You can get a picture like this..." Ai Yukiko thought for a moment: "What about 7,000 yen? It's great!"

Ai Fei became a little impatient: "Mom, I want to... go back to the house first."

"Ah, mom won't disturb you to rest."

Nishio Watanaka, who returned to the publishing house, reported Ai Fei's words to Fuji Takeuchi, the deputy manager responsible for the daily operation of the publishing house, and specifically mentioned an incredible suggestion put forward by the other party: the share system.

"Sharing...to make up?" Fuji Takeuchi stammered and repeated: "What is splitting?"

"About this means that the author of the work takes the initiative to get paid according to the sales figures of the work. If it sells well, it will take more, and on the contrary, it will take less."

Fuji Takeuchi still doesn't understand: "By sales figures?"

"Yes." Nishio Yuyu explained to him patiently: "To be specific, if you sell one, you will get a 0.1 yuan profit."

"That is, if he could sell 10 copies, he would have to get 1 yuan?"

"Yes."

Mr. Fuji understood this time, but he understood it, but he couldn't figure out the young man's proposal: "How could anyone propose such a way? Is it not satisfactory for him to pay the royalties in one go?"

"I don't know this either." Nishio lowered her head shyly, as if she was ashamed of her incompetence.

Fuji waved his hand: "Does this guy think he has found a way to increase his income?"

Nishio shook her head helplessly: "Sir, how do you think this matter should be resolved?"

"I think I can agree to his proposal. Oh, have you ever thought about how much this work can sell?"

"No one knows the specific numbers. Moreover, no one dares to make preliminary predictions such a comic that tells American stories."

Fuji Takeuchi smiled: "Since that's the case, I'll agree to his conditions. No matter what, let him pay the price for his pride!"

"yes."
Chapter completed!