"Half," Wang Hao said with a smile. "When I first set it up with him, it was a starting rate of two thousand a month. Once the book could go on sale, if the performance was good, we would split it fifty-fifty. Ten thousand in sales a month? Then each of us would get five thousand. Twenty thousand in sales means ten thousand each, and thirty thousand means fifteen thousand each."
"This ratio..." The father of the golden sunflower actually wanted more, hoping his son would get the bigger share, naturally aware that his son was the one writing. He thought about asking for a higher price. But after all, he was a father, and he understood one thing - he shouldn't ruin his child's business for his own wishes. Since he didn't understand this internet writing domain, he didn't look at Wang Hao but turned to the golden sunflower. "Do you think this ratio is fair?"
