"What does it have to do with you? Of course, I'm a very good friend. If you're not interested, forget it." Mo Yiang put the painting away.
"Mr. Mo, don't worry. We can have a chat." Chengdu and Chongqing do not want to miss such a good opportunity.
"If you want to talk about letting me write books, forget it. If you want to talk about my friend's paintings, I'd like to talk about them."
Mo Yiang's tone is very bad.
"Mr. Mo, to be honest with you, the publishing industry is very depressed now. The impact of the Internet on the publishing industry is too big. Many publishing houses have closed down. Those who can stay are very cautious in publishing a book now."
Mo yi'ang has been getting to know this through contact with publishers these days.
"Now those comics on the Internet, read a chapter a dime or even a few cents, read a book is only a few dollars, who will buy comic books to read it."
"But there will still be some comic books on the market. Isn't it? "
"Of course, publishers are reluctant to publish comic books because the cost of comic books is very high. First of all, they pay more for artists than ordinary writers. In addition, the printing cost is also relatively high. The price of books is set too high, and it is impossible to sell them. Therefore, they basically pay for comic books, and we are not willing to do it."
Cheng Yu's words are honest. Mo yi'ang stays here and is ready to have a good chat with him.
"What we publish now are either very famous cartoonists or cartoonists who pay for it themselves. But now many cartoonists are also turning to the Internet to create. With a high income, it's easier to gather fans. You can also let your friends have a try and go online to serialize. "
Mo yi'ang didn't think about it. He just felt that people of Li Han Jiang's age didn't know much about the Internet.
If Li Qinqin sends comics to the Internet, how can he talk to Li Hanjiang? If he gives a comic book to Li Hanjiang, the effect is far worse.
"There is no other way but to send it to the Internet? My friend's comics are cure comics, not story comics. I think it's better to put them together. "
"Yes, you can publish comic books at your own expense."
"How much is the cost?"
"The specific cost may also need to be determined according to the number of pages and the first printing quantity. In addition, it needs to buy the publishing number. The publishing house also needs to earn some money because printing is more expensive. I think it's better to prepare 100000 for this cost."
After so many days of contact, Mo yi'ang finally saw a glimmer of light.
"If I give you 100000, can you publish this book for my friend?"
"I can fight with the publishing house, but Mr. Mo, I still suggest you not to do so, because the 100000 yuan is equivalent to throwing out. Although your film pay is very high, the money is not windblown."
"You don't have to worry about this. We'll contact you later."
Mo yi'ang took Li Qinqin's painting and left. He immediately found a nearby bank and was ready to withdraw 100000 yuan.
When he inserted his bank card into the cash machine, he remembered that he had spent all his money on the engagement diamond ring!
He saw that Li Qinqin liked the pink diamond ring he took from Ou Zeye. He didn't know how to use it as an engagement ring.
So he went to the jewelry store and bought a very expensive ring. After all, the Fang family is also a respectable person. In order not to make his family lose face, he had to do everything he could to buy the ring.
The total balance of the bank card is only more than 3000 yuan.
I think he's a great movie star. He only has more than 3000 yuan!
By the way, the ring!
That ring cost more than 3 million! I'm not engaged. I can sell the ring! Even if it can't be sold at the original price, can it be sold at a discount?
Can Mo Yi ang forget, engagement day he didn't take away the ring, or directly put the ring on the table!
At dinner time, everyone sat at the table.
Sansan sits on the baby chair next to Tong Xiaoman. Mo Yiang looks at Ou Zeye from time to time. It is estimated that this matter can only be asked by ou Zeye.
However, he was really embarrassed to speak. After all, the ring he chose from here was pink diamond. On the day of the engagement ceremony, he used another ring. He was worried that Ou Zeye and Tong Xiaoman would ask him.
"Uncle, I put the engagement ring on the table on the day of engagement. Who helped me put it away?"
Mo Yi ang asked carefully and prayed silently in his heart.
"Why don't you use the pink diamond your uncle gave you?" Tong Xiaoman feeds Sansan while looking at Mo Yiang.
Mo Yi ang made a wink at her in a hurry.
Tong Xiaoman understood, did not continue to ask.
"Where's the diamond ring I gave you?"
"I lost my pink diamond when I took it back that day, and I'm sorry to tell you, so I broke my fortune and bought another one. Now I remember, I just ask where I put it."Mo Yiang had to lie.
"More than 10 million rings, you say you'll lose them? Black sheep! You deserve to have no girlfriend! " Ozano patted the table and scolded.
"If you lose it, just a ring." Tong Xiaoman hurried to one side to make a comeback.
"That pink diamond really can't be found. It fell into the sewer. Now I'll ask if I can find the one I bought?"
"Your mother put it away." Ouzeye didn't reply well.
"Oh, I see." Mo Yiang continued to eat with his head down.
He can't go home to his mother, can he? That's to die!
After dinner, Mo Yiang went back to his room and finally found a way. As a result, money became another problem.
He can't even take out 100000 yuan. If he borrows 100000 yuan from others, he can't be killed!
Tong Xiaoman knocked on the door and came in, "you seem to be quite busy these days. What are you busy with?"
"Don't mention it. I'm bored."
"Well, I won't ask. What are you looking for? Is it useful? " Tong Xiaoman seems to be able to see through Mo Yiang's mind.
"I'm in a hurry for money."
"What are you doing? Urgent money? "
At this time, Mo Yiang's mobile phone rings, which is a message from Li Qinqin.
As soon as the mobile phone rings, Tong Xiaoman subconsciously looks at the mobile phone. Li Qinqin's name is displayed on the screen, and Tong Xiaoman probably understands.
Mo yi'ang turns over the mobile phone in a hurry, with the screen facing down.
"You are also an adult, Yiang. Although I support your decision not to engage Fang duo, it doesn't mean that I will support you and Li Qinqin together."