Chapter 29

Meng Si choked himself with a mouthful of coffee and coughed for a long time before he could barely speak.

"My little ancestor, do you think I worked hard for two days to find you as a stylist?" Mengsi patted his chest and tried to calm down.

Han Mo said casually, "isn't it?"

Meng Si almost vomited blood. Even if he was born beautiful and wanted to be beautiful forever, he spent his manpower and material resources to find a stylist. It's too much business.

Wang Qian didn't know that Han Mo and Meng Si had met before. She was still at a loss. She interrupted, "Meng always wants to sign you as the signing artist of sichen media."

Han Mo was stunned. He was also surprised. He didn't expect Meng Si to find himself as a signing artist, not a stylist. He didn't like to show his heart's reaction. Although he was surprised, his expression was still very indifferent.

Hearing that the other party could be so calm when sichen media came to the door to sign the contract, Meng Si was almost crazy. The anger of the coffee he choked just now finally smoothed out.

Meng Si said, "the flowers is very well written, sings well, and the video sound quality is very poor, but it doesn't affect your play. Later, I also listened to the HD version of where Dad is going. This time, I came specially to sign a contract with you. I hope Mr. Han can become an artist under our sichen media. "

Hearing this, Wang Qian was a little excited and said that she held the cup and looked at Han Mo's expression.

But

Wang Qian didn't read any expression from Han Mo's face. He was the one who gave full play to the nonverbal color of happiness and anger among all the people she knew. She never knew whether Han Mo was angry or happy. Everything was light. Except that time, he answered the phone outside the studio and came back with a smile on his mouth.

Wang Qian didn't understand it, nor did the crafty 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 kept a low profile, but he didn't expect it to be unpredictable. After being a broker for so many years, he didn't know how many artists Meng Si had, let alone the people he deliberately created outside, I may pretend to be cool and cold in order to suck powder, but I have nothing to talk about in private and myself. How can this ancestor be such a master in front of me.

Han Mo thought, "Oh".

oh Oh, what do you mean? Meng Si coughed twice, smiled and said with a little pride, "we think Chen media is one of the best companies in the industry, and its artists will have a very good display platform."

Of course, Han Mo knows that the memory of the original owner of sichen media is all about how to sign sichen's star dream, but at the moment, Han Mo hesitated and frowned slightly, "I want to think about it."

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

Han Mo only considers one question: can he have free time to accompany his children? He is not interested in being a star. The only thing he thinks is that he is a high-income group. His songs are held by the company, and the money will be faster and more stable. He was just worried that he didn't have free time to take care of Xuanxuan. This was the only big thing. Everything else was small.

Han Mo did not give a positive answer, but he has already expressed his refusal.

Meng Si didn't wait for Han Mo to say, "you are very talented, you can sing, you can write, and you have a good image. Since you can go to the bar to find a job, it's just for life. I know you didn't stay in Max because you don't think the time is appropriate. I won't ask for specific personal reasons, but don't worry, your time is absolutely free here, Unless an irresistible reason will be reported to you in advance, you are free to work during other working hours. "

Speaking of this, Han Mo has no reason not to sign the contract. Since time is free, everything else is easy to say.

Meng Si just guessed that Han Mo's worry was about the freedom of time. When chatting with Meng Chen, he overheard his brother talk about it. It seems that Han Mo asked about the working hours and then left. His brother's brain axis, but Meng Si read a great message from this detail, that is, Han Mo is short of money and needs a high-income job, but he also wants the freedom of time, When there is a contradiction between the two, he will not hesitate to choose the latter.

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

After a little silence.

"OK." Han Mo said a word briefly.

Meng Si slapped the table. "I'll be looking for you at the president's office on the 23rd floor of sichen media building at 10 a.m. tomorrow. I can't see you or leave." Meng Si got up and left.

His heart was about to jump out when he waited for the word "good". For more than ten years, he had no feeling of heartbeat. He felt the pleasure of seeing a good seedling and trying to cultivate him into a towering tree. Meng Si breathed a long sigh of relief. He left in such a hurry not because he had other things, but because he was too afraid that the boy would suddenly change his mind and not sign a contract.

His mouth was worn out to get such a "good" word. He must be a stubborn donkey. Meng Si thought to himself, strode out of the coffee shop and laughed, "I just like a talented stubborn donkey in my life. Hey, there's no way."

......

The next day, at 9:50 a.m., the conference room on the 22nd floor of 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 how. He kept humming the song "those flowers" in his heart. If he didn't deliberately control it, he would sing aloud.

As soon as Meng Si came out of the conference room, everyone began to be uneasy.

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

"Wrong, to be exact, I haven't signed yet. I signed the contract at ten o'clock today, and it was in the boss's office. The boss personally witnessed the signing."

"What witness signing? I heard Xiao Guo at the front desk say that this time the boss will go out in person and be his agent."

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

"Meng hasn't fought in person for ten years?"

"It's not ten years, it's eleven years. I still remember his last popular artist was he Meijia. Since he Meijia committed suicide because of lovelorn, President Meng has never been an agent again. "

Several company elders added information, and several other young girls brushed "Oh" together.

"Eh, what do you say is the origin of the new artist signed this time? Please move president Meng, the living Buddha."

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

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

Meng Si's little assistant, who had been silent, stood behind the crowd and pushed his glasses“ He didn't invite Mr. Meng, but Mr. Meng volunteered to be his agent. "

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

All of a sudden, he was noticed by so many people. The little assistant was a little uncomfortable. He bowed his head slightly and coughed twice, "because he was the bar singer in the video of those moments. He......" the little assistant's words haven't finished yet.

"I said, there must be a source."

"God, it's the bar singer."

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

"I'll go too."

"I'm going too."

“......”

The meeting room, which was originally full of people, was empty in an instant.

The little assistant pushed his glasses again and whispered, "they didn't sign a contract in the office, but changed to the private reception hall of President Meng." Then he went to the meeting table, took the left documents and walked out of the office.