Almighty Star Daddy

  Meng Si hurriedly choked himself with a sip of coffee, and after coughing for a long time, he could barely speak.

   "My little ancestor, do you think I was looking for you to be a stylist after two days of hard work?" Meng Si patted his chest and tried to calm the breath.

  Han Mo casually said, "Isn't it?"

  Meng Si almost vomited blood, even if she was born with beauty and hoped to be beautiful forever, but to find a stylist to spend manpower and material resources and trust the relationship, it is so boring.

  Wang Qian didn’t know that Han Mo and Meng Si had met before, and they were still at a loss, interjecting, “Meng always wants to sign you as a contracted artist of Sichen Media.”

  Han Mo was stunned for a moment, and he was also surprised that Meng Si was looking for himself as a contract artist, not a stylist. He was not a person who liked to express the reaction in his heart. Although surprised, his expression was still very indifferent.

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

Meng Sidao, "The writing of "Those Flowers" is very good, the singing is good, the video quality is very poor, but it didn't affect your performance. Later, I also listened to the high-definition version of "Where are you going, Dad", this time I came here specifically, yes I want to sign a contract with you, and hope that Mr. Han can become an artist under the banner of Sichen Media."

  Wang Qian was a little excited when she heard these words, saying that she was holding the cup in her hand and looking at Han Mo's expression.

  But...

Wang Qian did not read any expressions from Han Mo's face. He was the one who had the best expression of joy, anger, and speechlessness among all the people she knew. She never knew whether Han Mo was angry or happy, what happened. It was all faint, except for that time, when he answered the phone outside the recording room with the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Qian did not understand, nor did the old and cunning Meng Si, but he was more anxious to know Han Mo's attitude than Wang Qian. He had known this guy in advance and knew that he was not good at talking and dealing with things in a low-key manner, but he didn't expect to make people guess it. Thoroughly, I have been an agent for so many years. I don’t know how many artists I have worked with Meng Si. I don’t know how many people are deliberately shaped outside. They may pretend to be cool in order to attract fans, but in private. For myself, there are always people who are laughing and looking for words, how could the ancestor in front of me be such a master.

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

  Oh? Oh, what do you mean, Meng Si coughed slightly, smiled and said with a little pride, "We are one of the best companies in the industry, and our artists will have a very good display platform."

  Han Mo of course knew that Sichen Media’s star dreams in the original owner’s memory were all about how to sign with Sichen, but at this moment, Han Mo hesitated, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, "I want to think about it."

  Meng Si was anxious, "I wonder what else Mr. Han is considering?"

Han Mo considers only one question, whether he can have free time to accompany his children. He is not interested in being a star Han Mo. The only thing that feels good is that he is a high-income group, and his songs are supported by the company, and the money will be faster. , More stable. He was just worried that he would not have free time to take care of Xuan Xuan. This was the only big thing, and everything else was trivial.

  Han Mo did not answer positively, but he has already expressed a rejection attitude.

Meng Si did not wait for Han Mo to speak and continued, "You are very talented, you can sing, you can write, and your image is also very good. Since you can go to the bar to find a job, isn't it just for living? I know you didn't stay in MAX in the end. , Because I think the time is inappropriate, I won’t ask for specific personal reasons, but you can rest assured that your time is absolutely free with me, unless you will report to you in advance for irresistible reasons, other working hours, you Feel free."

  Speaking of this, Han Mo has no reason not to sign the contract. Since the time is free, 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, he overheard his younger brother talking about it. It seemed that Han Mo asked about working hours and then left. The younger brother’s brain axis, but Meng Si But from this detail, I read a big message, that is, Han Mo lacks money and needs a high-paying job, but he also needs time freedom, and when the two conflicts, he will choose the latter without hesitation.

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

  After a moment of silence.

   "Okay." Han Mo said a word briefly.

  Meng Si slammed the table, "I will be in the President's Office on the 23rd floor of the Sichen Media Building tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock. No see, no leave." After speaking, Meng Si got up and left.

He waited for the word "good" to jump out of his heart. It has been more than ten years since he didn't have the feeling of heartbeat, the pleasure of seeing a good seedling and having to cultivate him into a towering tree, Meng Si took a long sigh of relief. He left in such a hurry not because he had other things, but because he was too afraid that this kid would suddenly change his mind and stop signing the contract.

I got such a "good" only when my mouth was worn out. It must be a terrible donkey to cherish the word like gold. Meng Si thought to herself, strode out of the cafe, and sneered, "I like the talented donkey in this life. , Hey, there is no way."

  ...

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

  As soon as the routine morning meeting ended, Meng Si walked out of the office at a relaxed pace. He didn't know what was wrong, he kept humming the song "Those Flowers" in his heart, and sang it out unless he deliberately controlled it.

  As soon as Meng Si walked out of the meeting room, everyone began to feel uneasy.

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

   "Wrong, to be precise, the contract has not yet been signed. The contract was signed at 10 o'clock today, and it was in the boss's office. The boss personally witnessed the signing."

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

  As soon as the voice fell, several female employees who had gathered around to join in the fun opened their mouths and expressed surprise.

   "Meng hasn't personally played in battle for ten years, right?"

  "It’s not ten years, it’s eleven years. I still remember that the last artist he became popular was He Meijia. Since He Meijia committed suicide because of a broken love, Mr. Meng has never been an agent again."

  Several old people from the company added information, and several other young girls screamed "Oh".

   "Hey, what is the background of the new artist who signed this time? Can you please touch Mr. Meng, the living Buddha."

   "I guess which star second generation is it? Or rich second generation?"

   "This kind of thing should be heard in advance. It's not so good, I haven't heard of it."

  Meng Si's assistant, who has been silent, stood behind the crowd and pushed his glasses. "It wasn't Mr. Meng he invited, but Mr. Meng voluntarily came out to be his agent."

  Everyone's eyes were cast on the little assistants who rarely spoke honestly on weekdays.

Suddenly by so many people’s attention, the little 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 little assistant said. Did not finish.

   "Let me just say it, there must be a background."

   "Gosh, it's that bar singer."

   "Ah, it's ten o'clock, ten o'clock, I'm going to see what he looks like, his voice is too attractive."

   "I will go too."

   "I want to go too."

  "..."

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

  The little assistant pushed his glasses again, and whispered, “They didn’t sign a contract in the office, but changed to Mr. Meng’s private living room.” After that, he went to the conference table and took the dropped documents and walked out of the office.