Revenue Sharing

"Mr. Jiang, we need to discuss the sales method for your martial art technique," Xiao Qing said bluntly.

A peculiar light shimmered in her eyes as she continuously observed Jiang Ran.

Someone who could create a level-eight technique at such an age either possessed an unimaginably deep background or was a true genius.

Qi Refining techniques ranged from level one to level ten. Normally, level ten did not exist; only certain exceptionally special ancient techniques could be classified as level ten.

Therefore, level nine was the upper limit of Qi Refining techniques.

That alone showed the immense value of a level-eight martial art.

According to the common standards of Tianlu's cultivation world, a level-eight martial art meant that as long as one cultivated the technique to perfection, one could unleash combat strength equivalent to the eighth level of Qi Refining.

"The Spirit of Ten Thousand Arts has indicated that although your Vajra Fist has received level-eight certification, it still has room for improvement..."

"Mr. Jiang, would you be willing to sell all copyrights to this martial art technique?"

Jiang Ran's heart tightened slightly.

The Spirit of Ten Thousand Arts?

The Ten Thousand Arts Forum... or perhaps the Ten Thousand Arts Immortal Sect possessed foundations far beyond imagination.

He had not expected them to directly determine that the Vajra Fist was incomplete.

The meaning of its remaining potential for improvement was already crystal clear: the Spirit of Ten Thousand Arts had deduced the entire technique and believed it could be further refined!

"I do not intend to sell the copyright," Jiang Ran said calmly.

No matter what, he was an old businessman who had weathered countless storms. Naturally, he would not follow the other party's train of thought from the very start.

"However, I can first take a look at your offer. Perhaps it might move me."

Trader Xiao Qing froze for a moment. Clearly, she had not expected such a young boy to speak with such watertight precision.

"Mm..."

"Mr. Jiang, the Trading Center has compiled an offer based on all level-eight fist techniques from recent years."

"One million one hundred thousand. As long as you agree, the transaction can be completed immediately."

Like performing a magic trick, Xiao Qing handed over a contract.

[Ten Thousand Arts Technique Transaction Contract (Buyout)]

"One million one hundred thousand? A buyout of all copyrights?" Jiang Ran laughed right in front of her. "Impossible."

It was not as though he had never looked at the Trading Center's price list. Level-eight and level-nine techniques were not cheap. A single person's long-term usage rights for a level-eight martial art could basically reach one hundred thousand.

Yet the Trading Center's buyout price was only one million one hundred thousand.

A million might sound like a huge sum, but a comparison made the truth obvious: selling merely ten usage rights would recover the cost, and everything afterward would be pure profit!

"Mr. Jiang, it is like this."

"The Trading Center's operating costs are extremely high. After acquiring your technique, the Center's experts must also conduct multiple rounds of inspection and refinement..."

"Stop." Jiang Ran raised a hand.

"Tell me the highest price you can offer. Otherwise, there is no need to continue this conversation."

"This..." Xiao Qing looked troubled and casually touched the frame of her glasses.

After a moment, she suddenly nodded. "Mr. Jiang, the price can be higher."

"One million nine hundred thousand. This is the highest price."

Jiang Ran sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, it was just as people discussed on the forum. The Trading Center would not take risks; its acquisition price was, at most, equivalent to the floor of the market price.

Platforms always treated making money as their foremost priority, and the Ten Thousand Arts Trading Center was no exception.

"Forget it. Do you have any other plans? Bring them out."

"Alright..." This time, Xiao Qing was not especially surprised. She had already realized that the youth before her was no ordinary person.

"You may also choose cooperative sales. The Trading Center will be responsible for promotion, finding suitable buyers, and supervising the entire transaction process."

Xiao Qing brought out a second contract.

[Ten Thousand Arts Technique Transaction Contract (Revenue Sharing)]

"This is the B-version revenue-sharing contract. Please take a look."

"The Vajra Fist will be priced starting at 1,200 yuan, while long-term usage rights will cost 105,000..."

"All profits will be split fifty-fifty."

Jiang Ran sneered inwardly and quickly flipped through the contract.

"Fifty-fifty? Is it really an equal split?"

Sure enough, a clause stood out glaringly on one page of the contract.

[Note: Profit refers to the remaining amount after deducting the Ten Thousand Arts Trading Center's operating expenses.]

"If you have no other objections, then..."

"Sign it," Jiang Ran said flatly.

There was nothing more to say. Big companies and major enterprises were all cut from the same cloth.

It was not that Jiang Ran was exceptionally brilliant. Before coming to certify his technique, he had already dug through many old forum posts.

The Ten Thousand Arts Trading Center's two contracts were widely circulated among creators.

Generally speaking, most creators of original techniques chose the B-version revenue-sharing contract.

After all, the rights would remain in their own hands. They might not receive much wealth in the short term, but the long-term returns would be more reliable.

Only major lineages and large corporations would choose the A-version buyout contract.

Because only sufficiently top-tier techniques, paired with a background of sufficient weight, could obtain high-priced contracts from the Ten Thousand Arts Trading Center.

The Vajra Fist entered the Ten Thousand Arts Trading Center's technique database and officially began public sales.

On the Ten Thousand Arts Forum's trading page, Jiang Ran saw the name of the level-eight martial art, Vajra Fist.

The Ten Thousand Arts Forum exercised extremely strict control over contracts, but once the contract had been signed, the payment came swiftly as well.

According to the contract, whenever someone purchased the technique, Jiang Ran's share would be transferred into his account immediately.

It was like opening an online shop for the first time, except he was selling cultivation techniques. Jiang Ran felt both nervous and expectant.

Would the Vajra Fist be popular? Would it sell like wildfire?

It would not sell over ten thousand copies on its first day, would it...

After waiting all night, Jiang Ran finally heard the notification sound of a text message.

[Pingjiang Bank card ending in 0715: At 18:35, received 31,000 yuan (remittance from Ten Thousand Arts Trading Center). Balance: 45,328 yuan...]

"It arrived! One copy sold!"

Jiang Ran was so excited that he jumped straight off the bed.

He skillfully opened the Ten Thousand Arts Forum. After entering his personal center, he quickly found the transaction details.

[Original Technique (Level-Eight Martial Art: Vajra Fist) Sold at 18:35 --- Long-Term Single-Person Usage Rights (One Copy)]

"Nice!" He waved his fist.

Although the amount received was not much—just over thirty-one thousand yuan—it meant the total profit was only a little over sixty thousand. In other words, the Ten Thousand Arts Trading Center had taken a full forty thousand as "operating costs."

Still, no matter what, the Trading Center had indeed borne all the transaction costs and provided the largest platform.

Jiang Ran did not have much of an objection to that.

Thirty thousand was thirty thousand. It was already enough!

Where there was one, there would be a second. As long as he sold ten thousand copies, he would become a billionaire on the spot!

Unfortunately, his dream was quickly shattered.

Throughout the entire night, Jiang Ran did not receive a second payment notification.

The next day, the teacher knocked on the door, and all the students gathered.

He had nearly forgotten... the National Middle School Magic Exchange Competition was not over yet.

Today was the final day of the magic competition.

What was about to take place was—the practical combat exchange match!