Chapter 52
"You know, I had no choice. I really needed the money. You see, during the three years when you were neither popular nor profitable, I didn't dislike you like other editors. Instead, I responded to you every time you approached me, whether it was to discuss the plot or the character setting. I thought I fulfilled my duty as an editor."
"But what about you? You're famous, you have money, but you're not willing to lend me money? Don't I know you? You're a stingy person. Even if you want to have a cup of tea, you go to a shop like this where the average price is twenty yuan. Will you donate money for charity?"
"If you had rejected me directly, it would have been fine, but you used this excuse. Are you treating me like a fool?"
"So, someone paid to dig up dirt on you, and you really couldn't stand it. You can't blame me for that. After all, we're not related, so I shouldn't go against the money, right?"
Jiang Zhulang drank most of the tea in the cup without saying a word, "Are you done? Just because of this?"
Brother Li didn't say anything and lowered his head to avoid his gaze.
"If you don't want to listen to me discuss the plot, then you only need to say it. No, you don't even need to say it. You just need to ask me two or three times, and I will understand and won't bother you. Why don't you do this? Isn't it because you always think that one day my comics will become popular and I can bring you a share of the profits?"
"Don't make it sound like you were forced to do this. No one forced you to do this. You did it for yourself."
"As for charity, yes, I am a stingy person, but I am also doing charity work. I clearly told you that if you are really short of money, I will transfer it to you when the withdrawal time comes next month. No way, no way, you have worked for so many years, and you can't even come up with a gap of 200,000? Then you have really failed in life all these years."
"You?!" Brother Li took a few deep breaths and said, "You can say whatever you want, I don't believe it anyway. Besides, even if you really are doing charity, just donate ten or twenty yuan, or at most one hundred yuan, isn't that enough? You're talking like you're going to donate all the money as soon as you get it."
"Who cares whether you believe it or not?"
Brother Li laughed: "You don't care? If you don't care, why did you call me out?"
Jiang Zhulang smiled meaningfully: "I just want to know, as an editor, especially an editor of a big website like Manga Cat, what kind of punishment will I receive if I privately leak the information of my contracted authors?"
Brother Li looked fearless and said with a smile, "Of course you will be fired. But what does it have to do with me? Was it me who sold the information? Do you have any evidence? You are being condemned by everyone now, who would believe you?"
Jiang Zhulang raised his eyebrows, drank the chrysanthemum tea in one gulp, then grabbed the warm glass next to him and splashed water on Brother Li's face.
"Ouch! Are you sick?!"
While he was busy wiping the water, Jiang Zhulang picked up his phone, took a few big strides to the green plants, picked up the recorder and put it in his pocket, leaving only one sentence: "Wait, your good days will not last long."
The moment he closed the door, he could still faintly hear someone say, "Damn it! I'm living a good life!"
Jiang Zhulang gestured to the oncoming waiter: "The people inside, please pay the bill."
Taking the bus home, Jiang Zhulang saw the takeaway food that had long been cold hanging on the door handle, and his mood, which had been slightly high due to receiving the recording, suddenly fell.
The purpose of ordering takeout is to avoid having to wash dishes, but now I have to pour it into a bowl and heat it up in the microwave.
He sighed, feeling inexplicably bored, and hastily swallowed the takeaway to fill his stomach. He then made a copy of the recording and sent it to the person in charge.
Jiang Zhulang lay on the sofa, boredly operating the warrior to fight monsters. After being killed by the monster for the third time, he turned off the game console unhappily.
China time, Friday, 8:00 p.m.
At this time, countless people opened the cat live broadcast and clicked into the live broadcast room floating on the homepage - "Surprise! A public welfare activist is actually a well-known cartoonist."
Duck Eggs is the Best had been waiting in the live broadcast room since 7:30, watching the number of people online gradually increase. As 8 o'clock arrived, the live broadcast started on time, and the bullet screen exploded.
【Evil heart evil heart evil heart】
【Shameless, shameless, shameless】
[A famous cartoonist? Damn it, stop flattering yourself]
[“Hualei” Charity Network, right? I have already reported it, waiting for the tax office to come and check the account! ]
…
Jiang Zhulang sat quietly on a high stool, wearing a simple white shirt, looking fresh and handsome.
Unfortunately, a second later, a blanket of rotten egg special effects appeared, and the entire screen turned shit yellow.
Duck Egg sighed secretly and said it was a pity.
On the small window of the mobile phone, there are continuous penguin messages from the rich roommate.
"I am dying of laughter, hahahaha. He was covered in poop as soon as he came out. Tsk tsk tsk, this is what he deserves. When I think about how much I rewarded him, I feel so disgusted. I was so angry that I ate three bowls of rice tonight. I don't know how he has the nerve to come out and live broadcast. Is he changing his track to live broadcast and selling goods because painting doesn't work?"
Duck Egg sighed again and perfunctorily replied with an emoticon.
She felt from the bottom of her heart that Luanmajun was not as bad as people criticized him on the Internet. She even wondered if he had done anything so evil that he deserved such criticism.
But as soon as she showed the slightest sign of speaking up for him, she was scolded and even sent private messages to others, so she dared not speak again.
The host, who was wearing the logo of a charity organization, smiled and said, "Everyone's reaction to seeing our cartoonist appear was very enthusiastic. Thank you all for your support. All the proceeds from this live broadcast will be used for charity donations to help mountain girls learn and grow. If you are interested, you can also click on the link below to learn about our charity projects."
[Gee, gee, have some shame]
[I am sick of it. How big is □□'s backstage? This public welfare website is protecting him so much.]
[What about the relevant departments? Which phone number can I call to report it? I suspect that they are in collusion with each other. People who are greedy for money even for minors, how can they be good people? Maybe the money that kind-hearted people gave to charity has already gone into someone's pocket.]
Jiang Zhulang chuckled and glanced at the real-time popularity. He found that the number of people online had reached over 2 million. He raised his eyebrows and felt helpless:
Unexpectedly, he is quite attractive. This data is enough to compete with the top internet celebrities.
It’s just a pity that other people’s t live broadcast rooms are full of fans, while his are full of people waiting to scold him and throw stinky eggs at him.
The host had a very good mental state. He remained calm in the face of the overwhelming poop special effects. Although the people in the live broadcast room couldn't see it, he still smiled and said, "Okay, then let's get back to the topic. I believe that the person sitting next to me is known to everyone in the live broadcast room, so I won't introduce him in detail."
"Today, we invited Ranmajun to come here to express our gratitude for his continuous support to our 'Hualei' and the mountain girls. We also want to ask him about some recent rumors on the Internet. I wonder if Ranmajun is willing to chat with everyone?"
Jiang Zhulang nodded and said "hmm".
Naturally, the bullet screen was filled with curses.
"Okay, first question. It's said online that you once received a whopping $500,000 in royalties from an underage student, and then blocked his parents and refused to refund the money. Is this true?"
"Yes, I did accept the manuscript from the minor, and I did block the person."
"oh?"
Jiang Zhulang paused skillfully for a few breaths, leaving some time for the netizens to type, before continuing, "However, my manuscript fee is 5,000, and I refunded the money the next day after the parents came to my house. As for the rumor of 500,000, I don't know where it came from. Everyone in the bullet screen comment area, do you know?"
Probably he didn't expect that he would be so direct in his attack. The dense rotten egg special effects paused for a moment, revealing his half-smile.
Even those who hated him terribly had to admit that his face was extremely good-looking. A little more handsome would make him too tough, and a little less handsome would make him look too feminine.
Thick black eyebrows, deep pupils, a high nose bridge that was illuminated by the Rembrandt light to create just the right shadow and inverted triangle on the face, and thin lips that were raised on one side, looking evil and indifferent.
Yadan used her hand speed gained from years of pre-sale to press the screenshot button, because she knew that he would be covered by special effects again in the next second.
At the same time, her roommate also sent a message: "If he posts the plastic surgeon's information, I reluctantly agree not to scold him."
【？ ？ ？】
[What do you mean, you are not convinced by being scolded? You said five thousand, so it is five thousand? Do you have any evidence? ]
[No, no, a great painter would not become arrogant after becoming famous. Do you think that 5,000 is not a lot of money? The manuscript fee is only 5,000. Are you very proud? ]
[Five thousand is how many people's monthly salary. Some people will not forget their days of working and screwing screws in convenience stores just because they earn a few bucks, hahaha]
[Tsk, you took the money of a minor and you talk back at the audience? ? I can’t stand you.]
"So that's the case. Do you have any evidence to prove it?"
"Of course."
The host pretended to click a few times on his mobile phone and displayed the screenshots and screen recordings that he had prepared long ago in the live broadcast room.
"So you were planning to draw a picture for him for free, but he asked you to pay him 5,000 yuan for it? And you didn't know he was a minor during the process of your contact?"
Jiang Zhulang replied: "That's right."