mijobooks Chapter 27 Masako, would you like to write your own book?
Chapter 27 Masako, would you like to write your own book?
Upon seeing the other party's reply, Shirakawa Yuta smiled, showing no dissatisfaction.
After all, everyone works for money; there's no such thing as a fool who only wants to work without wanting to get paid.
Moreover, the other party is very direct, so there's no need for wrangling. Explaining things clearly now will prevent any misunderstandings later.
After considering current market prices, workload, and potential earnings, Shirakawa Yuta cautiously quoted a price: between 4000 and 5000 yen per page, with a weekly workload of approximately 20 pages. He suggested that Shirakawa Yuta consider the price carefully.
The price quoted by Shirakawa Yuta was definitely not low, especially considering that the other party was working part-time; the price was already quite high.
He admitted that there was a small element of sympathy involved, but it was more related to the intensity of the work.
A skilled artist will take about two to three hours to process each page of artwork.
Twenty pages a week would take roughly forty to sixty hours.
If we calculate based on 50 hours, excluding weekends, it would take at least 5-6 hours each day.
Even if the other person doesn't participate in club activities like him, they only have time after 3:30 every day, working 5-6 hours a day. If you add the time to go home and eat, it will be around 11 or 12 o'clock.
Yuta Shirakawa was prepared for the other party to bargain, or for him to help draw some things.
To his surprise, Uemura Nozomi agreed immediately.
Nozomi Uemura: No problem, I can accept that. When can we start working?
So what if it's a little tiring? What's so scary about that? It can't be more frightening than being broke, right?
She never wanted to experience that feeling of being broke and almost having to watch her mother die again.
Seeing how quickly the other party agreed, Shirakawa Yuta raised an eyebrow, but since they had already agreed, he didn't say anything more.
Just as I was about to reply that I could do it tomorrow, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't have that much money right now.
I could only reply: "Next week, I'll give you a sample of the storyboard before the end of this week. You can try it out first, and if it's acceptable, we can officially start next week. Of course, the sample part is also paid."
After replying with "okay" again, Nozomi Uemura read through the chat history over and over again, feeling as if she were in a dream.
She never imagined that she would be able to get such a part-time job, which would allow her to continue painting and pay well.
Although it might be a little tiring, only in this way can she feel at ease taking the money.
After finalizing the agreement with the other party, Shirakawa Yuta breathed a sigh of relief.
He already had the idea of finding an assistant before he even finished drawing the first episode.
Repetitive tasks such as cleaning up drafts, removing lines, and blacking out areas can be quite tedious and boring, and also very time-consuming.
If he doesn't hire an assistant and continues to update weekly, it basically means that he will have to spend all his free time painting every day, with no other life, which is definitely not what he wants.
Now, by paying only 10%-12.5% of one's personal income, one can gain a lot of rest time, effectively halving the workload of a week. No matter how you look at it, it's a worthwhile deal.
The only problem now is that he is short of money.
Not only does Nao Uemura need money, but she also needs money for rent and future food and drink.
The original 10,000 yen had been almost used up in the week for train tickets and food. If Shirakawa Yuta's parents hadn't transferred another 20,000 yen to him yesterday, he probably would have run out of food soon.
However, 20,000 yen is only enough to cover his basic living expenses for the next month. As for Nao Uemura's salary and rent, she will need other sources of income.
Yuta Shirakawa pondered the current ways to make money.
First, I could go back to my old profession and become a tutor, earning around 5000 yen per hour based on my previous reputation. That sounds like a lot, but the reality is that it's only the beginning of the school year, and there aren't that many orders yet. A few orders are just a drop in the ocean and won't solve the problem at all.
Secondly, there's the Tezuka Prize prize money. Although it's very generous, a full one million yen, the specific results won't be announced until early next month, and it'll probably be a month before the prize money arrives in my account, which is a bit late.
Then, and the most promising one, is Capcom's street boxing championship.
Including the qualifiers, it only lasts a week, and according to past practice, the money should arrive quickly. Moreover, when he registered, he saw the promotional posters; Capcom had even piled up money at the venue this year to attract viewers, so it's very likely he could take it directly, which would be the best way to solve the problem.
The only problem is that if he relies on himself, he might not even be able to get through the qualifiers. His only hope is that piece of equipment that doesn't currently belong to him.
Yuta Shirakawa tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and the clue that had been vaguely present was now gradually becoming clearer.
……
The next morning, when Shirakawa Yuta arrived at the classroom, he saw Takahashi Masako already sitting in her seat.
There was a book next to him, and he was writing something on a piece of paper with his head down.
Yuta Shirakawa leaned over and took a look. The book was titled "The Murder Chronicles of the Frosty Corridor," a very popular detective novel in this world's neon-like Japan.
He recalled some of the books she had read last semester; this seemed to be the fourth detective novel she had read.
As if sensing someone standing beside her, Masako Takahashi looked up and glanced to the side, where she met Yuta Shirakawa's gaze.
She nodded instinctively and greeted him, "Good morning, Shirakawa-kun."
Yuta Shirakawa closed the distance and said, "Good morning, Masako. I told you last time, you can just call me Yuta."
A look of surprise flashed in Masako Takahashi's eyes, and she said in a slightly raised tone, "Good morning, Yuta."
Yuta Shirakawa smiled and nodded, then glanced at the desk before asking knowingly, "Are you writing a book report?"
Upon hearing the words "reading notes," Masako Takahashi's eyes dimmed again, and she sighed, slumping onto the table.
"Yes, my grandpa has submitted another essay for me, and it's due the day after tomorrow."
"Another one? Didn't you just participate in an argumentative essay contest last week?"
"Yes, my grandfather said that writing is like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you fall behind. Only by constantly writing can you make further progress."
Yuta Shirakawa neither confirmed nor denied this statement, but he also did not want to comment further.
Instead, he placed his hands on Masako Takahashi's desk and said earnestly, "Masako, have you ever thought about writing your own book?"