Wufu was shocked when he heard this.

At the same time, he didn't say anything, and was shocked by the house, Lian Dali and Lian Xiayue were also shocked.

Lian Dali immediately asked, "You are talking about five hundred yuan, not fifty yuan, right?"

Five hundred yuan, this money is too much, it's too much.

They are so big that they are a brick factory and so many people are busy working hard, and now they are less than 500 yuan a month.

He really didn't believe it. It was just a painting, so valuable.

But Song Ze nodded with certainty, "That's right, it's 500 yuan. This is the market price. If you don't need to modify it every time, you will have a bonus every month."

"This money is really easy to make." Lian Dali exclaimed.

"It depends on your own opinion." Song Ze smiled, each with his own difficulties.

Being a designer is about brain power and talent, not ordinary people can do it.

No wonder, what people say about designers making money is real.

With just five paintings, the salary is as high as five hundred yuan.

You know, it only takes half an hour for Mo Jin to draw her painting, which means five hours, and he can earn five hundred yuan?

To be honest, she felt sorry for herself if she didn't take on this money-making business.

However, just like Mo Jin, he seems to care about money when doing things, but he enjoys the process very much. She is not sure if Mo Jin will take it for money. Although even if he doesn't want to, she will force him to do it, she still said to Song Ze, "Then I'll go back and help you tell him. If he wants to, do what you said."

Song Ze nodded, his eyes full of expectations, "Okay, I'm so worried."

After saying that, he looked down at the words on the drawing, but for some reason, he always felt that the handwriting seemed very familiar, just like the style of writing, which looked like a person.

But when she thought of that person, Song Ze shook his head. It was impossible. The man was gone, it was impossible.

He shook his head and forced himself not to think too much. He continued to say to Wufu, "Your packaging paintings and names are both very meaningful. If you don't need to change, just follow this."

Wufu nodded, "I'll go print later, print a lot, and when this batch of goods comes out, I'll use this kind of wrapping paper."

Song Ze nodded, "When will the goods be delivered?"

According to what has been tested in the past few days, Wufu gave a conservative number, "In five days, you can get 200 kilograms of goods. Let's try the response first. It just so happened that our factory is also building a processing factory. When the factory is built and the workers are in place, we will be faster."

Speaking of this, Wufu remembered another thing, which Mo Jin had mentioned to her before.

She said, "But Song Ze, I want to add a request. Although I signed a contract with you, my goods may not only be sold in your store. I may also contact other sales outlets in the future, or open a store myself. These are fine."

Song Ze thought about it and agreed to the additional condition, "No problem, but according to the contract, your new products every month must be sold in my store first, and the second batch can be sent to other stores."

After all, they are just a sales point and cannot monopolize the supply of a brand. What they earn is the listing fee.
Chapter completed!