Almighty Star Daddy

Meng Si choked on himself in a hurry with this mouthful of coffee, and after coughing for a while, he was barely able to speak.

"My little ancestor, do you think I worked hard for two days to find you as 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 though he was born beautiful and wanted to be beautiful forever, but to find a stylist and spend all his energy and resources to trust the relationship, that would be a serious matter.

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

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, and he was also surprised that Meng Si was looking for him to be a contract artist, not a stylist. He was not someone who liked to express his inner reaction. Although he was surprised, his expression was still very indifferent.

The other party heard that Sichen Media came to the door to sign the contract and was still so calm. Meng Si was almost mad, and the breath of the coffee he had just choked was finally relieved.

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

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

But......

Wang Qian didn't read any expression on Han Mo's face. He was the person she knew who made the most of his emotions and anger. He never knew whether Han Mo was angry or happy, or what was going on. It was all light, except for that time, when he answered the phone outside the recording studio and came back with that smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Qian didn't understand it, and neither did the cunning Meng Si, but he was more anxious than Wang Qian to know Han Mo's attitude. He knew this guy in advance, he knew that he was not good at talking, and he was low-key, but he didn't expect people to guess. Thorough, I have been an agent for so many years, and I don't know how many artists have passed through Meng Si's hands, not to mention the characters who are deliberately created outside, maybe they will pretend to be cool and cold in order to attract fans, but in private and For myself, it was all joking, joking, and looking for something to say. How could the ancestor in front of him be such a master.

Han Mo thought for a while, and said "Oh".

Oh? What do you mean, Meng Si coughed twice, smiled and said with a little pride, "Our Sichen Media is one of the best companies in the industry, and our artists will have a very good display platform."

Of course, Han Mo knew that Sichen Media's memory in the original owner was all about how to sign Sichen's star dream, but at the moment Han Mo hesitated, his long eyebrows narrowed slightly, "I have to think about it."

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

Han Mo only thinks about one question, whether he can have free time to accompany his children. He is not interested in being a star at all. The only thing he thinks is good is that he is a high-income group. His songs are supported by the company, and the money will come faster. ,more stable. He was just worried that he didn't have the free time to take care of Xuan Xuan, this was the only big thing, the others were small things.

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

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

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

Meng Si just guessed that Han Mo's scruples were the freedom of time. When chatting with Meng Chen,

I overheard my brother talking about it, it seems that Han Mo asked about the working hours, and then left, the younger brother was thinking, but Meng Si read a big message from this detail, that is, Han Mo is short of money and needs a high income. Work, but he also wants time and freedom, and when there is a conflict between the two, he will choose the latter without hesitation.

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

After a moment of silence.

"Okay." Han Mo said briefly.

Meng Si slammed the table, "Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, the CEO's office on the 23rd floor of the Sichen Media Building will find me. I can't see you." Meng Si got up and left after speaking in one breath.

He was waiting for the word "good" and his heart was about to jump out. It had been more than ten years since he felt that kind of heartbeat, the thrill of seeing a good seedling and trying to grow him into a towering tree, Meng said. Si Chang breathed a sigh of relief, he was in such a hurry to leave not because he had other things, but because he was too afraid that this kid would suddenly change his mind and not sign the contract.

The word "good" was obtained only after his lips were worn out. He must have been a stubborn donkey if he cherished words like gold. Meng Si thought to himself, strode out of the cafe, and laughed, "I have always liked talented stubborn donkeys in my life. , hey, there's no way."

......

The next day, at 9:50 in the morning, the conference room on the 22nd floor of the Sichen Media Office Building.

Just after the regular morning meeting, Meng Si walked out of the office at a relaxed pace. He didn't know what to do, but he kept humming the song "Those Flowers" in his heart. If he didn't control it, he would sing it out loud.

As soon as Meng Si walked out of the conference room, everyone became restless.

"Have you heard? Our company just signed a new hire."

"Wrong, to be precise, I haven't signed the contract yet. The appointment is signed at 10 o'clock today, and it is in the boss's office. The boss personally witnesses the signing."

"What witness the signing, I heard Xiao Guo at the front desk say that this time the boss will come out in person and act as his agent."

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

"Mr. Meng hasn't played 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 lovelorn, Mr. Meng has never been an agent again."

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

"Hey, what do you guys think of the new artist signed this time, can you please move the living Buddha of President Meng."

"I guess which is the second generation of stars? Or is it the second generation of rich?"

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

Meng Si's assistant, who had been silent for a while, stood behind the crowd and pushed his glasses. "It's not Mr. Meng who he hired, it's Mr. Meng who volunteered to be his manager."

Everyone's eyes turned to the little assistant who seldom spoke honestly on weekdays.

After being paid attention to by so many people all of a sudden, the assistant was a little uncomfortable. He lowered his head slightly and coughed twice, "Because he is the bar singer in the video of "Those Moments", he..." The assistant continued. Not finished.

"I'll just say, there must be something to it."

"My God, it's that 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 too tempting."

"I'll go as well."

"I also need to go."

"..."

The meeting room, which was originally full of people, was instantly empty.

The assistant pushed his glasses again and said in a low voice, "They didn't sign the contract in the office, but moved to Mr. Meng's private living room." After speaking, he walked to the conference table, took the dropped documents, and walked out of the office.