We humans are so awesome.

Don Juan yawned and waved his hands impatiently, signaling them to shut up.

"Stop talking, let your boss talk to me!"

"Boss..." Brandon swallowed his saliva with a "gulp", and then quickly explained, "What boss? We don't have a boss?!"

Maureen also patted his chest and said, "Yeah, we are an independent publisher, so there is no boss!"

"Let's do it today. Today is the only day I'm free!" Don Juan was too lazy to deal with them anymore and hung up the video call.

Doesn't he know what the devil is like?

Spending twice the amount you earn is already a model of thrift and frugality.

These two brothers are at least well-known publishers, and they can earn at least tens of thousands of yuan from the website every month, not to mention the operating income or other income.

But through two consecutive video calls, Don Juan could clearly see that their clothes and homes revealed an air of poverty.

Posting short videos is not like selling a used car. There is no middleman to make a profit from the difference, so the money will naturally flow into the hands of someone with a higher status.

As Don Juan expected, not long after, he received a new message.

The other party decided to meet at a cafe called Thomas, in the busiest area of ​​the city center.

The environment there is elegant, the flow of people is dense, and the security guards are all golems. There is no need to worry about being kidnapped or beaten up. In this case, Don Juan readily agreed.

He was already facing a bottleneck, so this was a good opportunity to stop.

As long as the other party is willing to offer a reasonable price.

In order to gain an advantageous position in the negotiations, Don Juan deliberately arrived half an hour late, and only arrived at the cafe when the sun was setting.

"I'm very sorry." Although there was no apology on his face, "I was a little late because I had to prepare the follow-up video, haha. By the way, I haven't asked you yet, you... eh, who are you?"

It's Wilson!

The current president of the Human-Demon Special Technology Cooperation Company and his former partner.

Completely different from his previous image of a wretched bald middle-aged man, Wilson is now dressed in a neat suit, displaying the demeanor of a high-end business elite. He even found a legendary druid and got a head of expensive hair.

"Yes, of course it's me!" Wilson said with a smile, and took the initiative to extend his hand, without any unhappiness at all, "You are surprised, Mr. Don Juan."

“…I’m not that surprised.”

Don Juan had expected that Wilson would get involved in the short video industry. Although he had no talent, he had the ability to adapt to the changing circumstances and would definitely not miss such a large market.

What's more, the Human-Demon Special Technical Cooperation Company has no shortage of demons, so the transformation is easy.

No wonder he always felt that Brandon and Maureen looked very familiar. When they were kicked out before, these two guys should have been standing behind Wilson!

“But you certainly wouldn’t have expected the scale of the company now!”

Wilson was triumphant, reaching for a cup of coffee, drinking it all, and then holding up three fingers.

"30%! 30% of the devil publishers on the market today are affiliated with the Human-Devil Special Technology Cooperation Company. If we calculate the share of revenue, the number is even higher!"

"What's there to be proud of?" Don Juan sneered, not hiding his disdain at all. "Wilson, you really are shameless. How can you make money by doing something against your conscience?"

Wilson was choked and couldn't speak for a long time.

"...It's fine if others say this, but you are the leader of the industry!"

"That's different, I'm a devil and you're a human!"

"What's wrong with human beings? Human beings don't make money from human beings, but let the devil make it instead. Are they still human beings?" Wilson answered righteously.

Don Juan was about to retort, but he regained his lovely smile.

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about this, let's talk about business, I'm here to discuss cooperation with you this time."

"Need I remind you what happened before?"

"What do you mean?" Wilson frowned, thought carefully for a moment, and suddenly realized, "You are not referring to the incident that kicked you out of the company before?"

Don Juan simply pulled out the previous video and played it for Wilson.

"Don't look at it, I already remembered it. Don't worry about it, it's just a normal business practice."

Wilson chose to forgive Don Juan, and took out all the documents in his handbag and placed them on the coffee table one by one.

"Let bygones be bygones. Now look at this!"

Don Juan flipped through a few of the pages and was confused by the charts, numbers and formulas on them.

"what is this?"

"I commissioned a professional company to do the investigation!"

"Since you posted your first video, the total revenue of our devil publisher industry has begun to rise exponentially. As of last month, it has reached an average of five million per day, not counting the income from field work."

"But when you start eating the damn devil's eggs, things are different. Your income starts to decline. No, it collapses. As of yesterday, it was only one million yuan! One million yuan!!!"

He loosened his tie, looked at Don Juan, and his voice became increasingly high-pitched: "Do you know what this means? A new, promising, and vibrant industry is about to be destroyed by you alone!"

Don Juan leaned back on the bench, drinking his coffee peacefully, without saying a word.

This has nothing to do with him.

Although total revenue was declining, the income of a single devil was growing rapidly due to the sharp drop in the number of participants.

As the leading monster, his current savings have exceeded 200,000 yuan. He can make a net profit of 10,000 yuan per video on average, and this amount will continue to grow in the future.

Taking Don Juan's performance into consideration, Wilson sighed and said earnestly: "I know your income is increasing, but it can be higher! Much higher than it is now!"

"Oh?" Don Juan showed a little interest.

Seeing this, Wilson pulled his chair next to him, looked around mysteriously, and then continued speaking.

"I plan to establish a Devil Publisher Association to unite all Devil Publishers. We will all make money from humans together, compete in an orderly manner, and develop together."

good idea!

Don Juan could hardly help cheering loudly for Wilson. Why hadn't he realized that the other party had such a business acumen?

Internal friction is futile. If we can really eliminate the conflicts between each other and cooperate with each other, we will naturally get more rewards.

As a leader in the industry, you can make a lot of money even just by collecting membership fees.

In the face of huge interests, what do the previous conflicts matter?

Don Juan coughed lightly and straightened his attitude: "I accept your sincerity. If you insist on letting me be the president, then..."

"President, no, not president!" Wilson waved his hand quickly, interrupting Don Juan's humble words, "This position requires comprehensive consideration of many factors. It's really not suitable for a devil like you to be the president... But you can definitely be the vice president!"

He leaned forward, and the red light in his eyes was brighter than Don Juan's.

"As long as you promise not to continue eating such messed-up food, I can even ask other publishers to take out a portion of their income as your reward."

This is an income of hundreds of millions per month, and it may grow to hundreds of millions or even billions in the future. Even if only one percentage point is taken out, it will far exceed the current income.

Wilson believed that Don Juan would definitely be tempted if he put himself in his shoes.

Sure enough, Don Juan clapped his hands and agreed without hesitation.

"I agree. As for the profit sharing, what do you think about a 70% split?"

37 points...

Wilson shook his head, marveling at the greed of the devil in front of him. Even he only planned to take 10% of the membership fee. How could this Don Juan be more greedy than himself?

"Too high, too high! Other devil publishers won't be willing to give up even a third of the profit."

"Three points?" Don Juan was extremely surprised. "I mean, I got seven points and they got three points."

Chapter 16 Genius

Negotiations broke down.

No matter how difficult the situation was or how much his employees complained, Wilson could not accept such outrageous conditions.

The devil employees in his company can get 15% of the profits, and they also receive red envelopes of 100 yuan during festivals.

Does this Don Juan want to treat all other devil publishers as his own employees?

No, he's not that stupid!

Proposing such an outrageous condition means that Don Juan has no intention of cooperating at all.

"Young devil, you are still too arrogant..."

Wilson sighed in his heart. It was obviously a win-win situation for both parties. Wouldn't it be good for everyone to sit together and happily earn money from humans?

Yes, he had cheated Don Juan, but he only kicked him out and did not send him to prison, let alone launch an assassination attempt. In the business circle, he was considered a good man.

This Don Juan is not only ungrateful, but also repays kindness with enmity!

Thinking of this, Wilson's teeth began to itch again.

Since there is no way to cooperate, the only option is to fight back. He doesn't believe that even if all the demons gather together, they will not be able to resist Don Juan's attack.

After returning to the office, Wilson pondered for a moment and started the portable magic power storage mobile terminal.

"Call all the evil employees to the studio, all of them, immediately!"

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The employees of the Human-Devil Special Technology Cooperation Company do not need to and will not go to restaurants outside to shoot videos. The company has prepared a studio for them. If they want to create any kind of scene or effect, they only need the atmosphere group to cast the corresponding spells.

At this time, in the studio, Brandon was kneeling on a pool of food scraps, holding his stomach and vomiting.

Wilson, who had been waiting for a long time, looked unhappy and kicked him on the butt.

"Did you spit it out?"

Brandon wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth and nodded with difficulty.

"Once it's clean, keep feeding me!"

After receiving the boss's instructions, he reluctantly moved to the table and sat down, moving his facial muscles, and after a while he finally revealed a ferocious smile.

"Hello, human friends. Today I am going to challenge the beef stomach hotpot. See? This green soup represents the pure natural flavor. I can't help it. I want to, vomit..."

This time, he vomited into the pot.

"Useless things!"