"Investments always involve risks. If you're feeling uneasy about it, how about I take 60% of the sales revenue?"
Xiao Fei waved his hand dismissively. Investing in a small indie game wasn't going to cost much anyway.
If Wu Zitao could succeed with this project, Xiao Fei would also reap some decent rewards.
Wu Zitao hesitated repeatedly, then finally gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I did some rough calculations before. If I outsource the parts I'm not good at, like hiring an artist, it'll take around a hundred thousand or so..."
"I'll invest three hundred thousand in you. Get better contractors."
"That's too much!"
Wu Zitao rejected outright without hesitation.
"Brother Xiao, this feels like I'm taking advantage of you. I can't let that happen."
"Then I'll take 70% of future revenue."
"Uh..."
Wu Zitao frowned deeply.
He didn't have much confidence in his indie game—it was hard to even estimate how much it could earn at the end.
