"It's true I made some money off you, but calling it my first battle to establish a foothold is an exaggeration. People in entertainment love imagining things. They always think they played such a big part." On the other end of the phone, Zhang Qiren sighed. "Just like us back then, always thinking what we wrote mattered so much..."
Chu Ge said, "Stop, stop, stop. That was you back then. Mine really does matter."
Zhang Qiren said, "Damn, you stole my chance to show off."
"Heh heh."
"In all fairness, I promoted your animation and TV series first because they were your work. I wanted to promote them, even if I lost money. Second, President Tang had already laid out the distribution channels. There wasn't much work left for me, so it only counted as helping out," Zhang Qiren said. "I honestly didn't expect it to make money. I was prepared to take a loss..."
"All right, then hand over what you made. Won't that satisfy your need to lose money? A Yimeng donation isn't too much to ask, right?"
Zhang Qiren asked, "How much is a Yimeng? A million RMB?"
"I think so."
"Then, conservatively speaking, I could make a few dozen Yimeng. Not that much. Well, that's projected revenue. It hasn't come in yet. Don't look so eager. I'll send you a donation later."
Chu Ge said, "?"
You can see my face from thousands of miles away? Eager, my ass! My face is contorted, okay?
What the fuck do you mean, not that much...
I work my ass off writing, so why are these bastards the ones making all the money?
Zhang Qiren said leisurely, "That's what they call capital. You could also call it distribution being king. Content suppliers like us are just the bottom rung