Almighty Star Daddy

  Shu Ya's pink lips moved slightly, "Is the song in the video your original?"

   "Hmm." Han Mo responded calmly.

Facing Han Mo’s understatement, Shu Ya’s heart was still a little turbulent, and she was completely calm. “This video is very popular now.” Although she was a little surprised that Han Mo could write songs and write so well, but Han Mo used to write songs. She knows how to sing well.

  Han Mo is not very concerned about this matter. In his original world, people often upload recorded videos to the Internet. Some people may repost it. Perhaps it happened to be seen by Shu Ya. He gave a soft "Oh", and there was no response anymore.

Han Mo's indifferent attitude made Shu Ya quite surprised. In addition to what happened before, Shu Ya subconsciously lowered her eyebrows, wanted to say something but didn't say anything. She was used to Han Mo just talking and talking. Shu Ya was very unaccustomed to her unrealistic ideals, suddenly becoming so silent and low-key.

  Although Shu Ya had doubts in her heart, she did not say much. Over the years, she has adapted to hide all the emotions in her heart towards Han Mo, "Go online and search for the video."

  The two people didn't have too much greetings, and they hung up the phone after saying a few casually.

Hanging up the phone Shuya has not put her mobile phone back in her bag for a long time. She always feels that Han Mo is very different from before. Although she hasn't met each other, her way of speaking, tone, and style of doing things have changed too much. Big.

  After a moment of doubt, Shu Ya raised the corners of her mouth. Isn't this what she hopes for? Maybe Han Mo is really getting better and wants to start working hard.

Han Mo put his mobile phone aside and didn’t take it too seriously. He continued to search for new stories in his memory. The first "Frog Prince" was only improvised by Han Mo. The little guy is just happy. The second book can't be so random. You have to choose it carefully. Fortunately, there are no stories in the original world here, and the cultural industry in this world is sluggish, and children's books are also scarce.

  Ding Dong, the phone rang at Han Mo's hand.

   A push message popped up on the screen, and Han Mo glanced at the phone after hearing the sound. It was a video.

  He just remembered the video that Shu Ya said on the phone just now. He automatically ignored the previous pushes, and finally cleared it out. Because Shu Ya mentioned his video just now, Han Mo clicked the message casually.

  The prelude sounded, and Han Mo couldn't help but stunned. Isn't this he himself?

This is just a video reproduced by a news website. As long as it is to report the news of the largest video website C station, it also includes screenshots of some netizens’ messages. Han Mo didn’t look at it carefully, and swiped the screen twice. Even after browsing.

He just remembered that it seemed that Shu Ya was talking about station C. Turn on the computer, Han Mo searched station C, clicked in and saw his own video, because his video has been put on top, and the big picture above scrolls Han Mo. Picture of holding a guitar.

  There is a small triangle at the bottom of the picture is the playback volume, followed by a number 63325 million times. He hadn't paid attention to this kind of video website before. He didn't know the gap between the number of broadcasts. He moved his eyes down a bit. It happened to be the second-place video. The cursor moved a little, and the broadcasts were displayed at 3534.2 in an instant. My own video turned out to be nearly twice as much as the second. On the ranking list, a purple "Boom" was written after the video title "The Best Bar Singer". The most written words in the back are red "new" or red "hot".

  There are also several hot search topics around the video in other places of the homepage #Find bar singers, #这花儿你好吗, #The stories of those who once fell in love and are now separated from each other...

Han Mo’s personality is low-key, and he is relatively indifferent to these things. He knows that these heats are temporary. There may be a new hot search video to occupy the top of the list tomorrow, and his "Those Flowers" will soon be forgotten. Attention to new things is very short-lived. Han Mo doesn't have much joy after being followed. Just like watching a normal news, he is ready to turn off the computer after reading it.

  In the lower right corner of the screen, there is an unread email from Happy Valley, and Hanmo opens it easily.

  "Hello Mr. Han, here is a demo of the song that has been produced. President Jin asked me to send you a trial. If there is no problem, we will put it on the market as soon as possible."

  I've thought about the high speed of Happy Valley. I didn't expect it to be so high. In just one day, the song will be completely finished. If you think about it, if you have money, you can be arrogant. You can expedite all the programs as long as you have money.

Han Mo clicked on the demo of the song. The part that he sang was because Jinmei’s fault-finding had been heard many times. Han Mo mainly wanted to listen to the children’s voice. The voice was very professional at first. Xuan was so innocent when she sang. But think about it, this may also be the best little singer in Happy Valley.

At first, Happy Valley wanted to let Xuan Xuan sing the children's part and restore the most authentic singing, but Han Mo refused. He did not want the children to touch these things too early, although Happy Valley said that it would add a large amount of money, Han Mo thought I didn't even think about it.

  There is no problem with the song, Han Mo responded to the email briefly.

  ...

  Noon the next day

Meng Si has been looking for the people in the video for a day and night. He sent a few people to stare at the web page and waited for Han Mo to come out. Meng Si didn’t believe in such a popular video. Can the singer himself see it? The few times, even if you don’t see it on your phone, you can always see people around you reprinting it. Even if the recording is not clear, people close to you can always recognize it. People in the video will never know that they are already on the Internet. It's on fire.

  Meng Si knows too much about the mood of bar singers. They are a group of madmen with dreams. Even if they can calm down in their hearts and make money by playing and singing in bars, anyone who does not desire a bigger stage wants to be famous. He determined that the person in the video would definitely show up, and he jumped out to admit that the person in the video was himself.

At the beginning, Meng Si was very confident, and from time to time, he asked about the situation of his subordinates. Not once, not twice. After asking countless times, it was the same result. Meng Si directly cursed a few people, and he must have not read the comments and information carefully. The amount was so large that he had not missed the slightest, and later he himself joined the work of screening messages.

Meng Si put down the empty coffee cup in his hand and sighed for a long time, "This guy doesn't even have a computer when he doesn't go home. If he doesn't have a computer, he needs a cell phone. Even if he doesn't have a cell phone, everyone around him is dead. Oh, my eyes, eye mask, eye mask."

  The little assistant Pidian hurriedly took the eye mask into the office, and handed it to the boss respectfully. Following the boss, he hasn't seen him so much for whom he cares for in the past few years.

   "President Meng, your eye mask."

  Meng Si took the eye mask and felt irritated. He didn't believe it anymore. A big living person could still evaporate.

  Meng Si picked up the seemingly non-existent bangs, and said, "Tell them to keep looking for me. I still don't believe in this evil."

  The assistant nodded and agreed. Suddenly the phone rang. Meng Si didn't like the phone ringing when others were talking to him, so the assistant was usually muted, but the boss suddenly didn't have time to turn off the sound.

  The little assistant was surprised when the music came out, and hurriedly took out the phone to turn off.

  Meng Si suddenly sat up from the chair, "Wait."

The little assistant did not dare to move, the music on the phone was still playing, "Thank you for patronizing my little monster. You are the most beautiful love letter I have ever written. The buttons hold the happiness of a home, and I love you rain or shine... ..."

  Meng Si's eyes widened in disbelief, "Quickly, give me the phone."