Wei Yunshu is a real talent. In his hands, Fenglan Sect will only grow stronger and more prosperous, absolutely.
"Oh right, Little Bai Yue, tell me about your real daily life—what you like to eat, what you're into." Wei Yunshu giggled. "I'll write a few more books, and we'll split the profits thirty-seventy. You three, me seven."
"Fifty-fifty." Tianmiao raised the price without the slightest hesitation.
"Don't, come on, you're just talking and I'm the one writing. Later I still have to do promotion, and I'm the one worrying about printing too." Wei Yunshu clutched his heart in pain and negotiated, "Sixty-forty, can't go lower than that."
"Fine." Tianmiao just liked seeing him in pain; she actually didn't care about this income. A few months later, when she received that cut, she couldn't help cursing inwardly—shady businessman! If she'd known, she would've insisted on fifty-fifty!
