Almighty Star Daddy

Meng Chen was leaning on the sofa lazily, with a smoke ring in his mouth. In his opinion, those who came to Beidu with a guitar and wandered in the capital were all for money, and there were so-called dreams. In fact, the ultimate purpose of dreams was money, since it wasn't money. problem, then it's not a problem.

He put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said in a loud voice, "As long as it's not about the money, it's fine. I'll come to work tomorrow, and I won't sing today, just to whet the appetite of those outside."

"I'm sorry Boss Meng, I can't do this job."

Hearing this sentence, Meng Chen almost jumped up from the sofa and stared round his eyes. He was already fierce and this stare made him look even more fierce. He took out another cigarette and said, "You don't have this when you pass this village. The shop is over, my Lao Meng’s bar is one of the best in the northern capital, I have all the conditions here, or you should think about it again.”

"It really doesn't work." Han Mo was also helpless, but there was really nothing he could do for the sake of the child.

Meng Chen is a smart and reasonable person. He is angry, and it is such a good opportunity to be angry. This kid doesn't like it, but he can understand that everyone has their own difficulties, and sometimes it is just a last resort. He didn't want to ask any more. At this time, Han Mo had already stood up, and Meng Chen also stood up.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely embarrassing. Meng Chen looked fierce, standing up like a wall.

Pu Chi, Meng Chen smiled, stretched out his hand, and took the initiative to shake hands with Han Mo, "Young man, your "Those Flowers" can completely blow up those shitty songs that are popular now, I remind you that you must register the copyright and don't be fooled People took advantage of the loopholes, and the old man said it all." Although it is regrettable, he admires this young man, and has a hunch that this young man will not be wrong in the future.

Han Mo politely responded to Meng Chen, thanked him and prepared to leave.

Through the memory of the original owner, Han Mo has long learned that the world is very aware of copyright, and there are not so many pirated copies. To be precise, there is no sense of piracy. Meng Chen is kind, no piracy does not mean that the song will not be stolen, because since this song is an original, if it is not registered, it will be performed first, and if others hear it, then whoever registered it belongs to whoever is registered. clear.

Han Mo, who left the bar, looked back at the tall brand MAX at the top of the bar. He might not be able to find a higher salary if he left here, but there was no other way, and he always had to make a choice.

The warm summer wind blew through the hair on his forehead, revealing a little bit of sweat. Han Mo was a little complicated. He couldn't see the little guy at night. He was really reluctant. He walked in the direction of , and found that Han Mo didn't want to change his direction. He continued to walk towards the kindergarten with his consciousness. Suddenly, the phone rang.

Han Mo was overjoyed. Could it be that Shu Ya was temporarily unable to pick up the child? He quickly took out his mobile phone, his eyes fell on the screen, and his eyebrows frowned. What flashed on the screen was not the familiar name, but an unfamiliar number. Han Mo's phone had not received unfamiliar calls for a long time. Associating it with the spam call, he hesitated for a moment, then swiped his finger to connect.

Because of waiting for a long time, Wang Qian silently counted the beeps in her heart, and suddenly the call was connected, she was a little overwhelmed, "You, hello, I am..." A few seconds passed. Wang Qian stammered her self-introduction without expressing anything, and suddenly she was empty.

"Hello, Han Mo? Hello, I'm Li Manli, the host of Apple TV." Li Manli rolled her eyes at Wang Qian. She was impatient. She couldn't stand Wang Qian's hesitant words, and snatched the phone over.

Han Mo froze for a moment, "Hello."

After hearing the word "Hello", there were no other voices on the phone. Li Manli knew that the other party was waiting for her to explain the reason for the call. She did not have many contacts, but she was used to Han Mo's taciturnity. The phone showed a beautiful arc, "We found your mobile number on the registration form for the last competition.

She paused and continued, "I disturbed you this time because Happy Valley contacted our TV station, hoping that "Where Are We Going, Dad" can be sung by you. Of course, the price must be very beautiful. You can rest assured, but Don't know if you have time? "

Wang Qian clenched her fists with both hands behind Li Manli, clenched her back molars, her teeth itch with hatred, it was obviously the phone number she found, and this matter was also given to her by Director Guo, this kind of thing was originally her director What the assistant should do, where did Li Manli come from, why did she make this call with her identity, no, it wasn't, she stole her phone.

Thinking of this, Wang Qian is even more unconvinced, especially when she hears Li Manli, who usually looks domineering and aloof, one by one.

"You" called Han Mo, and she was so polite and pleasant, Wang Qian felt unhappy, and spit in her heart, "Fake."

Han Mo pulled the corner of his mouth. This incident came so suddenly, but it was a good thing. He really had no reason to refuse. Happy Valley's big money had already learned from him when he bought this song, and he didn't show any excitement. My mood, but my heart is very happy, because I have money, I just felt a little bit of loss for losing my bar job, and now my hope is rekindled.

Li Manli waited for a while and didn't hear the other party's answer, so she tried to say, "Han Mo, are you still there?"

"Yes. I have time recently, I can do it anytime." Of course Han Mo has time, because there is no work, and there is more time left. He hopes that this matter will be put on the agenda sooner, because in the way of Happy Valley, it must be It's a pleasure to play money, and it's always good to have money in hand.

Li Manli and Wang Qian didn't know that Han Mo was living in embarrassment. In their minds, Han Mo was very cold and low-key. Even if it was such a big thing as selling songs, he had a calm expression. Before they called, they even worried about Han Mo. Mo might refuse, but at this moment Li Manli heard Han Mo's happy agreement, and a stone fell to the ground.

The time they agreed on was the morning of the next day, and they went directly to the recording studio. Happy Valley would also send someone to talk to Han Mo. The leadership style of Happy Valley is to be vigorous and resolute, and the cost of time is above everything else. The meaning of the appointment in the recording studio is obvious. After talking about money, when it is negotiated, it will be recorded immediately, and it is not willing to delay for a moment.

Hanging up the phone, Li Manli threw the phone to Wang Qian, her bright red lips curled into a happy arc, she turned around without saying a word and was ready to leave.

Wang Qian just listened with her ears pricked for a long time and didn't hear what Han Mo said on the other end of the phone. She was anxious. Li Manli hung up the phone and wanted to leave, but she didn't agree.

She hurried to catch up, "How, how, did Han Mo agree?"

Li Manli rolled her eyes and said, "Of course he will agree when I go out. If you think it's over." She didn't stop and said as she walked with her hips twisted.

When Wang Qian heard the answer she wanted to know, she didn't follow, she stopped and felt a burst of joy in her heart. She waved her two little fat hands in the air a few times, and only then did she realize the second half of Li Manli's words, "What is it? It's me that hangs!"

On the other side, Han Mo put away his phone and raised his lips. Money is too important to him, and this job has come at the right time. He breathed a deep sigh of relief. At this moment, he had reached the gate of Golden Sun Kindergarten. Because it was not the time for outdoor activities and there were no children on the playground, Han Mo stopped at the gate, thinking that some classroom was playing in the building. little guy.