"This is the contract. If there are any legal terms you find difficult to understand, I've arranged for a professional business translator for you."
Hanks took a printed contract from the side pocket of his briefcase. He took a black pen, added a few numbers at critical points, and then handed it to Old Master Gu Tongxiang.
"Please take a look; you can read it slowly."
"A 75% commission on art sales and a ten thousand dollars annual stipend for creation—I don't see major issues with these."
Gu Tongxiang glanced over it.
He didn't have significant objections to these benefits; it's natural for a big shop to exert leverage. To be honest, this commission rate is not excessive.
The only thing that gave the old man some concern was: "Isn't a twenty-year contract a bit too long?"
An artist's career is much longer than that of an athlete, and twenty years basically covers Gu Weijing's entire youthful period.
