Han Mo didn't finish watching the video in the back, but he wasn't ready to play it again, he always passed the time. The folder brought by the little assistant, Han Mo just flipped through it casually, it was a program planner.

Meng Sigang entered the office and saw that Han Mo was already waiting for him, and said happily in his heart, "I have found another advantage of you, punctuality, this is a noble character." "Meng Si hates artists who are late at every turn, and they use late arrivals to show their big names, obviously there is no special reason to come later than others.

Han Mo didn't react, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he responded.

Meng Si saw the folder in Han Mo's hand, "The information has been obtained, I came to you for this." Did you open it and read it?" Meng Si had already sat on the sofa opposite Han Mo.

"Simply flipped through it. Han Mo said casually, he was also telling the truth, he only read the first page just now, he knew that it was a show, and he didn't watch anything else, in fact, he didn't need to watch it, he knew too much about the relationship between agents and artists, and he just needed to listen to Meng Si tell him how to do it.

Meng Si was a little excited, he really liked Han Mo, impeccable in all aspects, Meng Si was also sighing when no one was around, after more than ten years, someone could finally revive his enthusiasm for this career again.

He straightened his waist, and his thin body looked much more energetic, "Let's rely on this debut, and the weapons we have been covering for a long time can be brightened." ”

"These days, I will add more fire and let him run the popularity of the bar singer again, the name of this show is good, it just fits our current topic, he is not the first season, the previous two seasons have laid a lot of audience base. I'm going to make you a hit, and I, Meng Si, am the best agent in the entire Northern Capital. The more Meng Si spoke, the more excited he became, and he had already stood up.

Meng Si looked at Han Mo passionately, thinking that Han Mo would be the same as him, at least with a look of expectation, Meng Si stared at Han Mo with round eyes, and there was a quiet embarrassment in the air.

Han Mo originally felt that this was just Meng Si's emotion, and he didn't need to respond by himself, but the embarrassment at the moment made him feel that he seemed to respond to him, so he nodded slightly, "Oh".

Meng Si salivated and danced while saying a generous statement, and finally got a faint "oh", Meng Si only felt that the cool breeze was swishing behind him, and he had nothing to love, but he didn't cut it down, his own artist is this character.

In order to relieve the embarrassment, he coughed twice, and slowly sat back on the sofa, "The competition is in two weeks, a total of ten games, at least twelve songs are ready to come out." Two spare songs, "Those Flowers" can't be sung, and "Where Are You Going, Dad" is not suitable for the competition, so let's make an appointment with Mr. Tian later, help you choose songs, and find out what classic songs are suitable for you to sing. ”

Meng Si had already entered the working state, the excited expression just now faded, a serious expression appeared on his face, and he walked towards the desk as he spoke, picked up the phone and pressed a shortcut key, "Do you ask if Mr. Tian in the rehearsal room is there?" ”

The little assistant moved quickly, and after a while, he gave Meng Si an answer, Meng Si frowned, "Well, I know", and hung up the phone.

"Tian Yadong, this old man is often not in the company, and today is unlucky, he is not here, I guess where to find inspiration. Let's make an appointment for another time when it comes to choosing songs. Meng Si didn't say much, but obviously his emotions were affected, and the end of his speech became weaker.

Han Mo didn't say anything, in fact, he already knew it in his heart, from the very beginning of singing "Where Are You Going, Dad" was favored by the TV station, and later "Those Flowers" was sought after by netizens, it can be said that the songs of the original world, just take one of them, they are all high-quality, plus there are many songs that the original owner's voice can control, he has not worried about the choice of these twelve songs at all.

Don't worry about it or not, Han Mo still has to choose it well, after all, some songs are suitable for competitions, and some songs are only suitable for enjoying quietly by yourself when no one is around, and he is reluctant to say things that have not been done well, so in the face of Meng Si's somewhat anxious expression, he didn't say anything.

The competition is scheduled for two weeks, whether it is long or short, it is not short or long, and if the song selection work in Meng Si's plan cannot be done today, there will be nothing to do, although Han Mo has signed a contract, he has not officially debuted in the company, and he left Meng Si's office and went home.

Han Mo has already drawn half of the story of "Little Red Riding Hood", and in addition to the picture book version, which is mainly based on pictures, he also deliberately wrote a complete story with words. Han Mo hopes to give children some warning through this story, but he is worried that the picture book version will not be able to better explain the story, so he has a complete text story.

Han Mo is very serious in his work, and he can do one thing quickly, and in the evening, Han Mo's entire picture book has been drawn, he breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking to himself, he can deliver the manuscript to Wang Yuanchang tomorrow.

Putting away the drawn manuscript, Han Mo suddenly remembered that last time Wang Lei gave a website, saying that there were some recommendations and reader rankings for children's stories in it. "The Frog Prince" was also pushed to this website after it was published, and Han Mo didn't care if it was ranked or not, but he wanted to see the feedback from readers.

Han Mo clicked on the website, the main business is very childlike, after all, it is a children's book website, there are no messy advertisements, the large picture of the scrolling book cover is displayed in a loop from left to right above, and "The Frog Prince" is also in it.

The paintings of other books still look relatively immature in Han Mo, the color themes are relatively single, and the form is basically the same, and the cover of "The Frog Prince" is different from the previous painting form, which is particularly conspicuous.

Below the scrolling image is a textual introduction to some of the stories, with a vertical ranking of the most recently published stories on the right.

The first place "Kate the Sheep" 23,562 votes

Second place "Baby Bear Story Garden" 19,456 votes

Third place "The Frog Prince" 19,223 votes

4th place......

Only the top ten votes are displayed on the homepage, and Han Mo's story ranks third, only more than 200 votes less than the second place, which is already a very good result among newcomers. Hanmo was originally a person who was particularly scornful of these rankings, but he felt a little joy when he saw his vote rankings.

Maybe it's because this is a children's storybook, and I always feel that it's related to the little guy, and Xuanxuan must also very much hope that the book written by her father will be popular. He doesn't care what it looks like in the eyes of others, but he enjoys the image in the eyes of the little guy.

Han Mo casually clicked on the title of the book, and went directly to the next page, which is the trial reading page of "The Frog Prince", parents can try to read part of the content first, and if they think it is good, they will buy it offline, and then some will return to this website to write some book reviews as feedback, a bit like that kind of buyer evaluation.

Readers' feedback is very important, he also wants to see the comments of these parents who have read the book on the story, scroll down the mouse, and see the comment page at a glance, one comment after another jumped into his eyes instantly, Han Mo couldn't help but widen his eyes.