Zhang Liguo was very surprised to see Han Molai, it stands to reason that there is no intersection, but he politely invited Han Mo to sit down on the sofa.

Zhang Liguo was still wondering in his heart, and before he could ask, the assistant director's call came again.

"How many? Okay, send them to me. Yes, now. ”

Assistant director Guan Hui said on the phone that he had found a lot of people related to literature except for screenwriters whose names had HM already recorded in the Copyright Society, and even the authors of online articles were also found by him, although he didn't know what he wanted these names for, but he still tried his best to find them.

Guan Hui has followed Zhang Liguo for many years, he used to be a drama business, and after being discovered by Zhang Liguo, he followed him as an assistant director, although he was always scolded, he knew that Director Zhang really wanted to teach him to learn things.

Zhang Liguo hung up the phone and felt like grass had grown, but Han Mo was embarrassed to go through the email in the computer immediately, so he could only sit with him with an embarrassed smile.

Han Mo didn't take the initiative to say what he was doing, Zhang Liguo couldn't let the family leave immediately, the two of them couldn't help it after greeting for a while, "I don't know what Xiao Han has to teach me." ”

Zhang Liguo was much older than Han Mo, and he didn't pretend to be polite, so he called Xiao Han directly.

Han Mo smiled slightly, "Don't you dare to give advice, in front of Director Zhang, how dare I say anything about teaching, I have heard of Director Zhang's name for a long time, and I happened to pass by your place today to pay a special visit." ”

This sentence is too strange, Zhang Liguo originally thought that Han Mo had something to say quickly, and he was busy with other things, but this sentence was a little toothache when he passed by.

Passing by who can know when to go. Zhang Liguo was anxious and didn't want to wait any longer.

After being polite to Han Mo, he returned to the computer, and a person who had never been in contact with him suddenly said that he would come by to see you one day, as long as normal people would not believe it.

Zhang Liguo guessed Han Mo's intention in his heart, in fact, the adult world has never been very simple, and strangers approach for no reason, except that you are going to use you.

Zhang Liguo thought about it carefully, the only thing he has some value now is the upcoming filming of "The Legend of the Red Concubine", should Han Mo want to sing the theme song?

According to Han Mo's current fame, there should be many big-budget film and television dramas that want him to write and sing theme songs, so he can't come to the door to find himself in person.

If it's not the theme song, it is to want to develop more and find a role in "The Legend of the Red Princess".

Yes, that's a big possibility. Zhang Liguo thought to himself.

Han Mo's image is very good, and now he is also popular, although he has no acting experience before, and several important roles have long been finalized, but it is more than enough to play a prince or nobleman.

Zhang Liguo is also an old man, he guessed the intentions of others in his heart, and he didn't contradict it, he would always agree, why not take the initiative to say it himself, and let the other party feel better, and remember him more.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liguo took the initiative to say, "The candidate for the fourteenth prince in "The Legend of the Red Concubine" has not been determined, I think your image and temperament are very consistent, I don't know if the schedule is suitable." ”

Zhang Liguo smiled lightly, waiting for Han Mo's satisfactory answer, and then the two of them made a preliminary confirmation, and then talked to the agent, and the matter was decided. He mainly wanted to find HM in a hurry.

Han Mo smiled, "Thank you, Director Zhang, for your love." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Zhang Liguo thought to himself that he really guessed correctly, Han Mo was just for the role, and he had already figured out the routine after being in the circle for so many years, and he sang it if he was good, and he also found a way to develop in the entertainment industry.

Zhang Liguo thought that all this was over, and Han Mo should leave contentedly when he got the role.

But Han Mo didn't mean to go at all, pursed his lips and said, "The Legend of the Red Concubine is indeed slightly more creative than the past scripts, but it is not the best work. ”

Isn't it a superior work? Zhang Liguo was a little stunned when he heard this.

It's not that he thinks "The Legend of the Red Concubine" is the best, of course, there are other scripts that are better than this, such as the beginning of the lying in his mailbox is very good, and this is just the presentation of words is enough to make him feel itchy, but he himself can say that Han Mo is here to ask for a role, and since he came to ask for a role, he still dislikes that their script is not a superior work, which makes people sound a little troublesome.

Zhang Liguo was very depressed, he had something in his heart, and Han Mo seemed to have come to find fault on purpose, Zhang Liguo had the heart of sending off the guest in his heart, his eyes gradually moved from Han Mo to the computer screen, and he began to look at the names related to HM sent by the assistant director Guan Hui.

His meaning is obvious, this is a silent send-off, anyway, he is still polite, but he doesn't want to take the initiative to talk to Han Mo.

"In the first year of Yongzheng, a seventeen-year-old girl participated in the draft...... Standing in the empty courtyard of the Forbidden City, you can see an incomparably clear sky, blue and clear like a pool of jasper, without a trace of clouds, and occasionally geese fly by in flocks. ”

Zhang Liguo didn't look at Han Mo, and Han Mo didn't look at him, just sat on the sofa and talked to himself.

Zhang Liguo was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened subconsciously, and his mouth opened wide in surprise, his astonishment was not because of how deep Han Mo's words were, but because of ......

"She originally had the idea of coming to make up for it, but the emperor fell in love with her wisdom, integrity and dignified ......"

When Zhang Liguo collided with Han Mo's gaze again, every line on his face was a little deeper, and the corners of his eyes trembled fiercely, he had read what Han Mo said at the moment, and he hadn't read it once, he could tell every paragraph, so familiar that he didn't need to open the mailbox to compare it at all.

But how did Han Mo know, these contents were obviously lying in his mailbox, could it be that the mysterious person not only sent it to himself, but also to others.

It's impossible, this is not scientific, why did it send it to Han Mo? He has nothing to do with the TV series.

Zhang Liguo couldn't figure it out, he stared at Han Mo tightly, but Han Mo's gaze was a little unpredictable, Han Mo continued to say as if he was silently reading a text, he was not according to the original text word for word, but more like telling a long story.

Soon Han Mo talked about the end of the part in Zhang Liguo's mailbox.

Zhang Liguo swallowed his spittle and let himself tell the plot of the story independently, although he couldn't retell it so well after watching it three times, could it be that Han Mo had read it more times than himself, no wonder Han Mo said that "The Legend of the Red Concubine" is not the best script, indeed, anyone who has read this story will be attracted by it, and other harem texts will seem boring.

Zhang Liguo smiled and wanted to ask Han Mo where he got this part of the script, whether he knew who the person who sent the story was, and if Han Mo knew, he would save a lot of time to find someone.

Before the words could reach his mouth, Han Mo's voice sounded again, he didn't end at the end of the mailbox, but continued to talk about the follow-up plot that Zhang Liguo wanted to know very much, but couldn't get it.

Zhang Liguo was completely stunned, and the hand that was originally pressed on the mouse sliped, and the cursor on the screen scrolled.

How can there be a next plot, could it be that HM only gives me a small part, and the rest is in charge of Han Mo? Zhang Liguo said in his heart.

Han Mo?

Han Mo!

As if thinking of something, Zhang Liguo looked at the computer screen sharply, because he accidentally pressed the mouse just now, and the cursor randomly scrolled to the top of a page.

Zhang Liguo's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a name written on it, Han Mo.

H...... M......

Zhang Liguo looked at Han Mo again in disbelief, "You, you are!"

Han Mo didn't answer Zhang Liguo's words directly, and said calmly, "She is "The Legend of Zhen Huan". ”