The favorite of the wealthy group: Gu Shao has a soft spot

Even if it was no longer a problem, Zhong Qing never thought about the lion opening his mouth.

"Then how much is your company's price?" Zhong Qing didn't talk to the other party, only talked on the phone.

She clenched the phone tightly, waiting for the price from the other end.

Although that charity exhibition brought him a lot of fame, Zhong Qing still couldn't estimate his current level.

The person opposite seemed to know her concerns, and said very straightforwardly: "We don't follow market rules, as long as you promise to finish our book, I will give you 20 yuan."

With such a price, Zhong Qing couldn't help covering her mouth, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly, unable to believe her ears.

No matter how stupid you are in love, you still know that you are not worth the 20.

"Do you think it's too little? Then I'll add another [-]." After waiting for a long time for a reply, the hoarse voice sounded again.

"No, no, no." Zhong Qing said quickly, for fear that he would continue to increase the price.

"Does Miss Zhong have any other conditions? You can ask for it at any time, and we can discuss it together."

Having said that, the sincerity of the person opposite can be said to be very obvious.

But countless questions came to Zhong Qing's heart.

"To tell you the truth, I am very impressed with your price, but there are still some problems..." Zhong Qing hesitated to say these words.

Zhong Qing knows that when his heart is moved, they are no longer equal at the negotiating table.

"We are happy to answer all your questions." The reply on the other side was also very straightforward.

With their words, Zhong Qing felt relieved to ask her own question.

"May I ask why your price is so high? We're just cooperating for the first time. You didn't know me before, wouldn't you be worried?" Zhong Qing was very curious about this question, and his heart was raised in his throat.

"Although Ms. Zhong doesn't know our Mantian animation, we know Ms. Zhong very well. We have studied your painting style. If the painting style is not suitable, we will not send you an invitation with such certainty."

Although the person on the other side didn't directly answer the high-priced question, he was very sincere, and Zhong Qing was too embarrassed to ask further.

"What type of manga is yours? If it's not the type I'm good at, it may have some influence."

Having said that, Zhong Qing will agree no matter what type the other party says.

That's 30 to [-] manuscript fees!

Zhong Qing listened to their words with a guilty conscience, and had a small calculation in his heart.

"The book we're preparing is a romance comic. We haven't found anything similar to Ms. Zhong's previous works, but the style is still similar, so it won't be too difficult."

When the other party said this, Zhong Qing was sure that they had really seen his work, and he could even determine the style and type, so he must have put his heart into it.

However, what kind of comics are romance comics...

Zhong Qing thought about it in her mind, and couldn't help blushing. Could it be what she thought?
"May I think about it?" Zhong Qing asked cautiously.

If it's really this type, then she really has to think about it.

"Of course. Don't worry, Ms. Zhong, our cartoons are all strictly reviewed, and the review standards are well-known, so don't worry, Ms. Zhong." The other party seemed to hear her doubts, and explained tactfully.

Hearing this, Zhong Qing's face turned even redder.

After hanging up the phone, it took a long time for her to reply.

Stretching out her hand to cover her hot face, Zhong Qing couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "Look at how promising you are! He's a regular website anyway, how can you think so!"

All over the sky animation, the name Zhong Qing has not been heard of much.

She turned on the computer and searched for this company. Although it is not a very powerful company, it has produced several works.

"Looking at it like this, it shouldn't be too outrageous, right?" Zhong Qing supported his head, looking at the information that was scratched on the screen bit by bit, always feeling uneasy.

"But do they need 20 yuan? What if the number of clicks is not high? Could it be that they are rich and willful?"

Zhong Qing stretched, turned over on the bed, and continued searching with her phone in her arms.

"This scale doesn't look like a rich one. There are only three painters in total. Are you kidding me?"

The more you look down, the deeper the doubts in Zhong Qing's heart, but the 20 is also a proper temptation.

"Ah! What should I do?"

She lay helplessly on the bed, looking at the chandelier on the top, wondering if she should agree.

Taking advantage of these two days to go to the orphanage, Zhong Qing relaxed and thought about this matter seriously.

But she couldn't afford to spend more time thinking about the orphanage.

Within two days, the hospital called the director to get the test results.

"What test result?" Zhong Qing looked at the dean blankly. Could there be something else to hide from him?
The dean immediately waved his hand, and said with a slightly nervous expression: "It's nothing, it's nothing. You stay here and watch the children, I'll be back in a while."

Although she tried her best to pretend to be calm, Zhong Qing still found something was wrong.

But the dean didn't want to say it, so she had to figure out a way by herself.

The dean came back quickly, and did not show Zhong Qing the results of the examination, only saying that it was Douzi's medical examination form.

Zhong Qing looked at the dean's office, where the inspection results were located.

"Dean, Douzi and the others really don't have anything?" Zhong Qing looked into the Dean's eyes and asked again.

The dean also gave a negative answer: "Really not, don't worry. I will tell you if they have something to do."

But with her hesitant and tangled face, she was clearly hiding something.

"That's good. I'll go and see Douzi. She's sleeping in the house. I don't know if she's awake." Saying love, she went to Douzi's room.

It's the closest room to the dean's office, and if you go around, the dean will definitely not find it.

Under the watchful eyes of the dean, Zhong Qing walked into Douzi's room. She opened the door but didn't close it, but she didn't come out for a long time.

Through the window, Zhong Qing saw that the dean no longer looked in this direction, quietly slipped out of the door, and quickly went to her office.

Walking into the office, Zhong Qing tiptoed close to the dean's desk, with a few sheets of paper pressed on it.

Zhong Qing carefully turned it out, and it turned out to be the hospital's examination report.

She looked at the above diagnoses, almost all of them were leukemia patients, who had already been diagnosed, and some children had AS, which were incurable diseases.

"How could this be?" Zhong Qing froze in front of the desk for a moment, flipping through the inspection report in his hand page by page.

"Xiaoqing? You..." The dean looked at Zhongqing in astonishment, and then his eyes fell on the report in her hand.

She ran over quickly, snatched the report, opened her mouth to say something, but held back, and said after a long while: "The courtyard used to be poor, and there was no money for them to have a medical examination. Take them for a full body check."

Speaking of which, the dean lowered his head, tears fell on the table, and scattered everywhere after the impact: "At first, I didn't expect it to be so serious. Although the doctor told us in advance, he didn't prepare for the worst at that time."

"Now that the results are out, I dare not tell them. Zhong Qing, don't tell them about this. I will find a way to raise money for them to go for treatment."

The dean looked at Zhong Qing almost pleadingly, the worry and sadness in his eyes made Zhong Qing's eyes turn red.

"Why didn't you tell us about this kind of thing?" Zhong Qing raised his hand, put it down again, walked to the door and closed it.

The dean swayed limply, sat on the chair with a bang, and looked at the void with slack eyes: "If only one child is sick, of course I can tell you, but how much will it cost to cure so many children?"

She no longer pinned her hopes on the Gu family's support, and several successive questions made her lose confidence in the Gu family.

"Dean, don't worry, I'll figure out a way about the money." Zhong Qing thought of his draft contract, and it seemed that it was not impossible.

"Xiaoqing, let's find a way together. This matter can't be all on your shoulders, I..." the dean corrected.

She looked at Zhong Qing, then lowered her head and sighed: "If, if it really can't be cured, I will take them where they want to go."

"No, there must be a solution to this matter." Zhong Qing thought a lot in her mind, but she could only say this sentence.

"Dean, why are there so many children suffering from leukemia?" She looked at the not-so-thin report card. The probability of so many children being diagnosed with leukemia at the same time is too high for an orphanage, right?

"They all came from the same place, which has long been a leukemia village for various reasons. When I first met them, those people lied and said that they did not have leukemia and were very healthy."

"At that time, the hospital was short of funds, so I didn't take them for a physical examination. Who knew, they would actually lie..."

Speaking of this, the dean's face instantly became ten years old. He lowered his head and covered his face with sobs, his shoulders trembling, and it took a long time before he regained his composure.

"If they really can't be cured, I will find someone to adopt these children and close the orphanage."

The dean sighed in despair, and looked at Zhong Qing with red eyes: "Xiaoqing, I really can't bear them!"

Zhong Qing walked over, the dean hugged her and buried her head in tears, tears soaked Zhong Qing's clothes, and the trembling figure of the person in her arms made Zhong Qing firmer in her decision.

When I went back that night, Zhong Qing opened the webpage again to inquire about the information about Mantian animation, struggled for a long time, and finally dialed their number.

"Miss Zhong, have you considered it?" The man's voice was still on the opposite side, and Zhong Qing's heart trembled when he heard it.

"I've thought about it, the price is very good, when will we sign the contract?" Zhong Qing held the phone, countless fears emerged from the bottom of her heart, but she pressed it firmly.

"You can do it at any time. Does Ms. Zhong want to sign in person or electronically?" The other party respected Zhong Qing very much.

But I don't know why, the more respectful and polite they are, the more obvious the fear in Zhong Ai's heart.

"Send the documents, it will be easier." Zhong Qing clenched the phone tightly, his fingers loosened, and his palms were already covered with sweat, "Can I advance the manuscript fee?"

"Of course. After the contract is signed, we will transfer the manuscript fee to your account immediately."

The other party's answer made Zhong Qing more and more satisfied, suppressing the worries in his heart, Zhong Qing hung up the phone and waited for the other party's documents.

Suddenly there was the sound of opening the door behind him, accompanied by a familiar greeting: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"