Meng Si choked himself in a hurry with this sip of coffee, and coughed for a while before he could barely speak.

"I'm a little ancestor, do you think I've worked hard for two days to find you to be a stylist?" Meng Si patted his chest and tried to calm down.

Han Mo said casually, "Isn't it?"

Meng Si almost vomited blood, even if he was born beautiful and hoped to be beautiful forever, but in order to find a stylist, he spent manpower and material resources to repay the relationship, how unserious it was.

Wang Qian didn't know that Han Mo and Meng Si had met before, and she was still in a dazed state, and interjected, "Meng always wants to sign you as a signed artist of Sichen Media." ”

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, and he was also surprised that Meng Si found himself to be a signed artist, not a stylist, he was not a person who liked to show his reaction, although he was surprised, his expression was still very indifferent.

When the other party heard that Sichen Media came to the door to sign the contract, Meng Si was almost crazy, and the breath of the coffee he choked just now finally smoothed out.

Meng Sidao, ""Those Flowers" is very well written, and the singing is good, and the sound quality of the video is very poor, but it doesn't affect your performance. Later, I also listened to the high-definition version of "Where Are You Going, Dad", and this time I came here specifically to sign a contract with you, hoping that Mr. Han can become an artist under our Sichen Media. ”

Hearing this, Wang Qian was a little excited in her heart, and said that she was holding the cup in her hand and staring at Han Mo's expression.

But......

Wang Qian didn't read any expression from Han Mo's face, he was the one who took his joy and anger to the extreme among all the people she knew, and never knew whether Han Mo was angry or happy, everything was faint, except for that time, when he came back from the phone outside the recording room, the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Qian didn't understand, and the treacherous and cunning Meng Si didn't understand either, but he was more anxious than Wang Qian to know Han Mo's attitude, he had understood this guy in advance, knew that he was not good at talking, and he was low-key, but he didn't expect it to be unpredictable, he had been an agent for so many years, and he didn't know how many artists had been from Meng Si's hands, not to mention the character deliberately created outside, he might pretend to be cool and cold in order to attract fans, but in private and himself, he was talking and laughing and had nothing to say, how could this ancestor in front of him be such a master.

Han Mo thought for a moment and let out an "oh".

Oh, what does it mean, Meng Si coughed lightly, smiled and said with a little pride, "Our Sichen Media is one of the best companies in the industry, and its artists will have a very good display platform." ”

Of course, Han Mo knew that Sichen Media's memory was full of star dreams about how to sign a contract with Sichen, but at this moment, Han Mo hesitated, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, "I want to think about it." ”

Meng Si was anxious, "I don't know what else Mr. Han is considering?"

Han Mo has only one question to consider, whether he can have free time to spend with his children, he is not interested in being a star Han Mo at all, the only thing that feels good is that this is a high-income group, his songs are supported by the company, and the money will be faster and more stable. He was just worried that he didn't have free time to take care of Xuanxuan, which was the only big thing, and everything else was a small thing.

Han Mo did not answer positively, but he had already expressed his refusal.

Meng Si didn't wait for Han Mo to open his mouth and continued, "You are very talented, you can sing, you can write, and your image is also very good, since you can go to the bar to find a job, isn't it just for life, I know that you didn't stay in MAX in the end, because you feel that the time is not suitable, I won't ask for specific personal reasons, but you can rest assured, your time is absolutely free with me, unless there is an irresistible reason that will be reported to you in advance, and other working hours, you are free." ”

Speaking of which, Han Mo has no reason not to sign the contract. Since the time can be arbitrary, the rest is easy to say.

Meng Si just guessed that Han Mo's scruple in his heart was the degree of freedom of time, and when he chatted with Meng Chen, he overheard his younger brother talk about it, it seemed that Han Mo asked about the working hours, and then left, his younger brother's brain axis, but Meng Si read a lot of information from this detail, that is, Han Mo is short of money and needs a high-paying job, but he also wants time freedom, and when there is a conflict between the two, he will not hesitate to choose the latter.

Meng Si swallowed his saliva fiercely, and subconsciously loosened the orange decorative bow tie at the neckline, waiting for Han Mo's reaction.

After a moment of silence.

"Good. Han Mo said one word briefly.

Meng Si slapped the table suddenly, "Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, the president's office on the 23rd floor of the Sichen Media Building will look for me, but I won't see it, and I won't leave." After saying the words in one breath, Meng Si got up and left.

His heart is about to jump out of waiting for the word "good", it has been more than ten years, he doesn't have that feeling of heartbeat, the pleasure of seeing a good seedling, and he must desperately cultivate him into a towering tree, Meng Si breathed a long sigh of relief, he was in such a hurry not because he had other things, but because he was too afraid that this kid would suddenly change his mind and not sign a contract.

The skin of the mouth is worn out to get such a "good" word, the word is like gold, it must be a strong donkey, Meng Si thought to himself, strode out of the café, and sneered, "In this life, I like talented donkeys, hey, there is no way." ”

......

The next day, at 9:50 a.m., the conference room on the 22nd floor of the office building of Sichen Media.

As soon as the routine morning meeting ended, Meng Si walked out of the office with a relaxed pace, and he didn't know why, he kept humming the song "Those Flowers" in his heart, and if he didn't deliberately control it, he would have sung it out loud.

As soon as Meng Si walked out of the conference room, everyone began to be calm.

"Have you heard? Our company has just signed a new person. ”

"Wrong, to be precise, I haven't signed the contract yet, I signed the contract at ten o'clock today, and it was in the boss's office, and the boss personally witnessed the signing. ”

"What is the witness signing, I heard Xiao Guo at the front desk say that this time the boss will personally go out of the mountain and be his agent. ”

As soon as the words fell, several female employees who came around to join in the fun opened their mouths in unison, expressing surprise.

"Mr. Meng hasn't been in battle in person for ten years, right?"

"It's not ten years, it's eleven years. I still remember that his last popular artist was He Meijia, since He Meijia committed suicide because of broken love, Mr. Meng has never been an agent again. ”

Several old men from the company added information, and several other young girls swiped "oh" together.

"Hey, what do you say about the new artist signed this time, you can invite Mr. Meng, the living Buddha. ”

"I guess it's the second generation of stars, right? Or is it the rich second generation?"

"There should be rumors of this kind of thing in advance, it's not so good, I haven't heard of it. ”

Meng Si's little assistant, who had been silent, stood at the back of the crowd and pushed his glasses. "It was not Mr. Meng who he invited, it was Mr. Meng who volunteered to go out of the mountain to be his agent. ”

Everyone's eyes were cast on the little assistant who rarely spoke honestly on weekdays.

was noticed by so many people at once, the little assistant was a little uncomfortable, bowed his head slightly, and coughed twice, "Because he is the bar singer in the video of "Those Moments", he ......" The little assistant's words were not finished.

"I'll just say, there must be a reason. ”

"Oh my God, it's the bar singer. ”

"Ah, it's ten o'clock, it's ten o'clock, I'm going to see what he looks like, the voice is so seductive. ”

"I'll go too. ”

"I'm going too. ”

“......”

The conference room, which was originally full of people, was empty in an instant.

The assistant pushed his glasses again and whispered, "They didn't sign a contract in the office, but changed to Mr. Meng's private living room." After saying that, he walked to the conference table and took the papers that had fallen, and walked out of the office.