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The second call Li Mochen received was from Beeston Comics. It was a middle-aged man's voice.
"Yes, our editorial team has already seen your manga submission, and we think that we can talk to you."
"Although the drawing style is strange, the plot is simple and childish, and the characters are too beautiful, we can't completely deny the commercial value of your comic.
"Yes, we are interested in publishing this comic for you. However, we have some requests that we hope you can edit according to our editorial team's opinion. As for the publicity, we hope that Mr. Wildenstein can cooperate with the publicity after the comic is published.
"The extent of the editing? I can't be sure about that. It depends on the situation. After the contract is signed, our editorial team will provide you with the story outline. To be honest, we would prefer your main character to join the Beeston family.
"There are also requirements for the copyright. We want the exclusive rights to the entire comic, including the rights to film, animation, and the rights to create and adapt the characters."
"Royalties for the first edition? We will give you 6%. According to the industry rules, newcomers are usually paid 5%. We are very sincere in our offer. Or you can consider selling it to us after the editing is completed. Currently, the price of the comic magazine is 1,500 gold duns for a color page and 500 gold duns for a black and white page. We can offer you this price when the first edition is published. "
"No! No! These conditions are not too harsh. Mr. Wildenstein, we will have to bear a certain amount of risk to publish this comic for you. "
Li Mochen's face darkened and he hung up.
He could tell that this Beeston Comics was the same as the other comic publishers that had contacted him over the past two days. They were not interested in his drawing at all. They were only interested in his current fame. As for the editing, it was most likely that he would have to draw a new comic according to the plot they had specified and use his current popularity to promote it. If he rejected it, he would have to pay the comic company a penalty.
This situation was no different from most of the so-called cartoonists in America. Basically, the cartoonists had to draw whatever plot the editorial team of the comic company had decided on. But in Li Mochen's eyes, they were just painters, not artists.
This made Li Mochen's mood very bad. He realized that his plan to rely on comics to make money might be ruined. This was the last comic book company that had contacted him. If even these publishing houses that specialized in comics couldn't accept his submissions, then the acceptance of other publishing houses could be imagined.
It wasn't until twenty minutes later that Sampson finally called him that he felt a little refreshed.
"I'm sorry, boss. It took us a while to get back from there."
"You've probably guessed that he's in trouble in the Dark World, right?"
"It's a team from the Ghost Warsong Hunter Group."
Sampson explained, "But we were well prepared, and we were determined to advance towards Specter City. They didn't dare to attack us."
After all, this time was different from the robbery of the Craig Community Bank. First of all, they had enough manpower. There were more than 70 fully armed magical professionals in the team, and six of them were Extra-legal. Second, they were not attractive enough. The armored vehicles did not carry hundreds of millions of gold shields and bricks.
It was true that the Ghost Battle Song Hunting Group had a close working relationship with Antonio, but they might not be willing to sacrifice hundreds of people for a partner.
"How's the situation? How many casualties did our hunting group suffer? "
Li Mochen's first concern was the casualties. He said it was a hunting group to prevent their phone calls from being eavesdropped.
"I'm sorry. Three died and seven were injured. Two of them might not be able to work for you anymore."
Sampson's tone was very calm. After all, he was a veteran commander who had experienced dozens of missions and was used to death.
"We were too impatient when we were hunting the magical creatures. It's my fault, boss."
Li Mochen couldn't help but sigh. "Be more careful next time. In that kind of situation, I'd rather you return empty-handed. Contact their families later. I'll give them the most generous pension in the industry. "
But other than that, he didn't say anything else.
When it came to life and death, Li Mochen was even better than Sampson in this aspect. In the Original Sky Realm, he had killed tens of thousands of demons, big and small. He had single-handedly eradicated more than 20 sects. He had even personally commanded 17 battles involving more than 100,000 people.
It was very rare to see someone like him, even if he only seemed to value the lives of his subordinates.
"Thank you. Few bosses are as kind and generous as you."
Sampson's tone was filled with gratification. Then, he talked about the thing that Li Mochen was most concerned about. "We got a total of 31 million gold duns from hunting the magical creatures. Apart from that, there's a lot of extra income. The market price should be 42 million. I brought them out. Major Adams thought that we should burn them on the spot, but I don't think we can make a decision on our own. After a dispute, he listened to me. "
"Major Adams is right. Please destroy the extra spoils as soon as possible."
Li Mochen raised his eyebrows. He knew that the 'extra income' Sampson was talking about was most likely referring to drugs.
"Sampson, I'm grateful for your caution. But if you encounter similar situations in the future, please destroy them immediately. We won't touch these things in the future. I hope that you and Major Adams will personally supervise the execution of this matter. You have to make sure that our people don't steal anything from them. Do you understand? As for the gold duns, apart from the compensation fee, take out 30% as your bonus. The specific amount will be discussed between you and Major Adams. The rest of the money will be deposited into the Swiss bank account I gave you as war funds. "
"30%, is it? Thank you for your generosity! "
There was a hint of gratitude in Sampson's voice.
Three minutes later, Sampson Brut hung up the phone in a restaurant in the city center. He smiled and looked at Thompson Adams, who was sitting opposite him.
"Adams, the employer I introduced to you didn't disappoint you. Did you hear that? All the drugs were destroyed. The most generous compensation fee in the industry, and 30% bonus. According to our agreement, my bonus belongs to you. "
"Wow, we can order now. Tell the waiter that we want the best steak. It's my treat today."
Major Thompson Adams, who had chiseled facial features and a cold temperament, raised his chin and said with a smile, "This is indeed a generous employer. But Sampson, when can I meet our boss? I'm really curious about him. I think the boss is definitely different from the fighting stars on TV, right? "
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