After seeing off Osamu Tezuka, Kato Maiichi and Fuji Takeuchi invited Ai Fei to the office. Compared with the messy and small space outside, the space here makes people feel comfortable and comfortable. It is obviously just the office and reception room used by Kato Maiichi, but it is larger than the office area used by the five people outside! Not only is the area large, but the decoration is also quite exquisite. The wooden shape of Japanese Kabuki is worn in a gorgeous Japanese kimono, and its style is lifelike; a nadian hanging on the west wall: Yun!

Below the banner is a set of armor from the Middle Ages Japanese samurai. The dark purple armor reflects the light, giving the guests a strong sense of oppression. Next to it is a samurai sword, with the knife handle facing down and inserted into a special knife mold.

"I'm rude!" Kato looked at Ai Fei with a smile: "Ai Jun, please sit down."

Several people sat down with guests and hosts, and Xiwei picked up a piece of paper from the desk in the room: "Ai Jun, this is a contract letter printed based on your opinion. Please check it again."

Ai Fei took it and looked at it. The text content of the contract was very small, only a few pages of paper. He simply made clear the rights and obligations of both parties. According to his suggestions, the school children's club only grasped the printing and distribution of his works in Japan, sales and later release of related products. If there is an overseas market, it will refer to the author's opinions on the distribution of overseas markets.

"Thank you very much for the work of the schoolchildren club! Please." He saw that there was no problem, took out a pen from his pocket, and quickly signed his name: "I wonder when my work will be officially started printing and distribution?"

"It'll be fine soon." Fuji is the manager in charge of daily work. He has the most say in this regard: "As long as Ai Jun signs a contract with us, we will make arrangements as quickly as possible."

"Don't you know how many samples I can get?"

"Of course. If Ai Jun needs it, we will send someone to the mansion."

"So, thank you."

Fuji hesitated for a moment: "Ai Jun, the people in our club are very interested in your work and think this is a work that may set off another climax in the school children's club. However, I have a few small questions..."

“………?”

"It's like this. How did you think of a story with such a subject?"

Ai Fei thought about it and seemed to hesitate whether to tell the other party about his purpose and plan: "In fact, it was a very accidental opportunity. I heard this story when I was very young, of course, it was just a vague memory. Later, when I was in school, my artistic grades were pretty good, so I had the idea of ​​using my own brush to draw this story. In addition, due to the harm caused by the war, I think that the current Japanese people are like Americans in the story who are in the Great Depression, with less goal to move forward. So, I use this story to inspire the pride and responsibility in the hearts of the people."

"I understand." Mr. Fuji nodded: "So, what kind of idea is this concept of sharing proposed by Ai Jun based on?"

"This is even simpler. I think the number of royalties offered to me by your club... cannot be equated with the work I have paid for this comic. It is impossible to get more benefits because of a newly emerging work. So I thought of such a solution. Oh, I would like to mention it in particular. Thanks to your colleagues for your club's tolerance for my willful tolerance."

"To be honest, it's really a headache!" Kato, who had been silent, interjected next to him.

"Haha..." Fuji chuckled: "Kato-kun said it well. This is indeed a suggestion that is so confident that it hurts us!"

Ai Fei laughed a few times with him.

After walking out of Mr. Fuji's office, the girl named Reiko was still waiting outside. When she saw them coming out, she ran over again, but she just whispered a few words in her father's ear.

Both businesses were settled happily, Kato seemed to be in a good mood, and nodded with a smile: "Ai Jun..."

"Yes?"

"She likes the portrait you painted for the little girl very much. I would like to ask if you can sign your name on the drawing paper?"

"Of course." Ai Fei smiled, took the drawing paper, and signed a few lines of words with a pen: Give it to the cute and gentle Miss Reiko Kato, may your beauty and kindness never fade. Finally, he signed his name: Ai Fei painted it in the New Year in 1950.

Send the picture back to the girl: "Believe me, one day this picture will be very valuable."

The group of people around couldn't figure it out: Are there anyone who is so arrogant and proud among the Japanese? The Reiko Kato took it shyly: "Thank you very much!"

"So, please allow me to say goodbye! Thank you for your hard work."

Several people around him bowed at the same time: "I'm rude!"

At the mail office, he mailed the manuscript of his novels and books he participated in the competition. He no longer wanted to take the tram. Taking advantage of the good weather today, Ai Fei walked in a car on the streets of Tokyo, humming songs that others could not understand, and stride forward: "We ordinary people, are so happy today, and they think of a voice in their hearts..."

"Woom!" A stray dog ​​that had come out of nowhere suddenly appeared behind him and barked at him.

"Go away, you guys!"

"Wool!" The dog not only did not leave, but became closer.

"Go away!"

"Wow! Wow!"

"What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

"Mmmmm!"

Ai Fei glared at the dog: "Come with me, you dog thing!"

"Um~!" Gou'er was very smart. After understanding his words, he followed him and walked forward.

One person and one dog walked forward and turned a corner. There was a small restaurant selling mixed noodles on the side of the road. There was only a middle-aged man with a hand towel on his head sitting there dozing off. Seeing his eyelids unable to open, Ai Fei felt funny, and walked over and patted the table in front of him: "Hey!"

The dozing man woke up with a tremor. Before his eyes were fully opened, he shouted like a profession: "Ah, I'm sorry! Welcome!"

"How much does a bowl of mixed noodles cost?"

"..." The boss saw clearly now. There was a man and a dog in front of him. The dog was strange. He didn't dare to ask: "I'm sorry, I'm rude! The miscellaneous face is 40 rounds."

"Why don't you go and grab it?" Ai Fei was in a good mood and deliberately made trouble with his boss: "It's too expensive! My dog ​​and I each have a bowl, and it's a total of 30 yuan?"

"Eh?" The boss was stunned.

"Okay, if you don't say anything, I'll think you agree, just do it. Let's have two bowls!"

"Ah, no, no!" The boss's head shook like a rattle: "At such a price..."

"Don't worry, your money will not be missing."

Apart from typing words on the computer, I am simply a computer idiot. Many Internet terms can’t understand why some people always shout: “Some people are yelling, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing,

I looked at the list and it was so great! I was already ranked 11th. Let’s keep working hard!
Chapter completed!