Almighty Star Daddy

  Next day

  Han Mo sent Xuan Xuan to the kindergarten, and went to the company alone.

  In the past, even on weekends, Meng Si would call Han Mo to communicate, and he had to make many calls a day, but this weekend Meng Si did not make a single call, which was very inconsistent with Meng Si’s personality.

  Before he walked to Meng Si’s office, Han Mo saw the assistant holding a mobile phone while watching, his mouth still plausible, as if he was reading something.

  Han Mo walked behind him, the little assistant didn't notice, he turned around abruptly to see Han Mo startled.

   "Oh, Brother Han, you scared me to death. President Meng went to a meeting. He is not here now and will be back soon."

  Han Mo gave a light "um", and glanced at the assistant's phone screen, "What are you looking at?" Han Mo only saw the icons on the page, and he asked casually when he was from the Space-Time Forum.

  The little assistant thought that Han Mo didn't care about this, so he didn't take the initiative to say it. In fact, he felt uncomfortable in his heart and wanted to find someone to share. When Han Mo took the initiative to ask, his eyes flashed with excitement, "I'm reading a hot post on the Space-Time Forum, do you know about the Space-Time Forum?" The assistant knew that Han Mo didn't care about gossip, but he wasn't sure whether he paid attention to these forums.

   Of course Han Mo knew, nodded slightly, and said faintly, "I know."

After hearing these two words, the assistant said excitedly, "It's great." Then he took the phone screen to Han Mo, "Brother Han, I saw a poem in the forum yesterday, which is amazing. To tell you the truth, I am also a poetry lover, my little brother, but my literary literacy is limited, and I certainly can’t write it out, but there’s absolutely no problem with appreciation.”

  Han Mo glanced at the screen, and the assistant showed him the post from yesterday's poetry contest.

The assistant scrolled down the page and said with a serious face, "Brother Han, you are top-notch in singing and writing songs, but you certainly don't understand poetry, but I do. I know this good work as soon as I look at it. "

  Han Mo nodded in agreement.

After being recognized, the little assistant started the chattering mode, "Our poetry has reached a bottleneck period, and there has been no breakthrough in these years. Some award-winning works are not good in my opinion, but this poem last night The first time I saw it, I was deeply attracted by him. It deserves to be the most modern poetry in the past two years."

  Han Mo looked at the title of the poem, but said nothing.

"Brother Han, take a look at this poem. Hey, why not, let me recite it for you?" As a senior single dog, the assistant has read aloud to the computer screen many times last night and is almost able to recite it. Suffering that there is no living person to admire with him, today I finally met someone who can talk, and it seems that the other party does not dislike him, so I must seize this opportunity.

  Han Mo was a little helpless, but now there is nothing to do, so just let him go, "Read it."

  The little assistant only asked tentatively. Unexpectedly, Han Mo, who was very cold, would really agree to listen to his recitation. He stepped back excitedly, put on a posture of recitation, cleared his throat with two coughs, and the recitation began.

  "From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood, travel the world...I just want to face the sea and spring flowers bloom."

  Han Mo’s expression was indifferent. Hearing the little assistant read the poem aloud, the poem was read aloud and it was really good. It can be seen that he must have read it at least ten times to have such a level of proficiency.

  After the reading, the little assistant took a pose and paused for a while, then put his hands away, and ran up to Han Mo.

   "Brother Han, how is it?"

   "Hmm, not bad."

  The little assistant knew that Han Mo might not have studied poetry much, and continued, “This poem is called "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" and the author is called the Horse Knight. Have you ever heard of it?"

  Han Mo shook his head slightly, "I haven't heard of it."

  He sighed slightly disappointed, "Guess you have never heard of it, even I have never heard of it before, but it is said that I have written two fairy tale books. I don't understand children's books, but the poems are really good."

  Han Mo stopped gnawing, and watched the little assistant talking to himself, taking out every word and every sentence for interpretation and analysis, and then showing Han Mo what the netizens said about the poem.

Yesterday, when Han Mo posted the poem to the forum, he did not pay much attention to the comments, nor did he see the number of votes cast by netizens. At this moment, he saw the assistant’s mobile phone and realized that yesterday’s song "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" had the highest number of votes. It was reposted to the homepage of the Space-Time Forum, and the cumulative number of top posts has exceeded 10,000. Some people have published some articles on the forum before, but the poems are more niche after all, unlike some aesthetic essays that have a nature of appreciation. The results are already pretty good.

  However, Han Mo feels that this poem deserves such an achievement, and it is not surprising.

  The little assistant was not surprised to see Han Mo. It seemed that he wanted to further prove his vision and the charm of this poem, and continued, "Look at the micro guest." He logged out of the space-time forum page and clicked into his micro guest account.

  It turns out that this poem has been forwarded by netizens to Wechat. Unlike forums, Wechat has a large circulation. A poem can be reposted by countless people just after it is uploaded, and the influence will be wider.

   "This poem is the first I forwarded to the micro guest. Look at the numbers here." The assistant pointed to the number of reposts displayed under the micro guest. A row of small letters read 20,000. He was a little smug, and said with a smile, "This is only reposted from me, not counted as being reposted again after being reposted."

  Han Mo glanced at the top few comments on the Weicha reprinted by the assistant.

  "Reprinted modern poems again. Although I don’t understand poems, I must like this poem today."

  "Please tell me the micro-name of the horse knight, I am going to fan him."

   "I really didn't expect that the poets now can write such good verses, and my buddy helped you reprint it."

  Although the assistant is only Meng Si’s assistant, the friends in the micro guest are also people in the circle. Many people who see it are reposted. The spread of this poem is very fast.

He enthusiastically told Han Mo about his love for this poem, "Brother Han, you know, you are my first idol, and the song you wrote is too painful. This horse rider is my first idol. Two idols, his poem touches my heart." After speaking, he sighed slightly, "Hey, if I can see the horse rider, it would be great."

  Han Mo didn't speak, but he pulled the corner of his mouth in cooperation.

   "What are you doing?" Meng Si's voice suddenly came.

  The little assistant saw that the boss was coming, and quickly put the phone back, "No, just show Brother Han a poem."

  Meng Si smiled twice as he walked to the desk, "Oh, you guys are still reading poetry."

  The little assistant scratched the hair behind his head in embarrassment, smiled without speaking, and stepped aside.

Meng Si doesn’t care much about poems. He has more important things. “I’m telling you a good news. The people on Apple TV told me that the ratings of looking for good sound last Saturday had the highest ratings in the same time period, especially When Han Mo sang, the ratings broke the record since the show was broadcast. What's more interesting is that the ratings are still strong during the rebroadcast. It is estimated that some people did not see Han Mo sing. Wait to watch it during the rebroadcast. ."