Chapter 59

As long as there is a little guy, time will pass quickly. Han Mo sends Xuanxuan to the kindergarten and goes to the company alone. Meng sigang just called him and listened to him in a very anxious tone. Han Mo is also used to Meng Si's ability to call repeatedly, so he didn't care much.

As soon as he entered Meng Si's office, he saw his two carefully tattooed eyebrows screwed together. Han Mo knew that something must be wrong, but it was not too big. If it was really serious, Meng Si Gen was not in the mood to sit in the office. With his character, he flew to Han Mo's house and dragged him away.

Han Mo walked to the desk with long legs and big steps, and sat opposite Meng Si.

Meng si still frowned, turned his notebook to Han Mo and sighed softly, "have a look."

Han Mo glanced at the screen. It was the home page of wechat. The message below the official big V of "looking for a good voice". There are many messages about the first two games.

He pulled down the computer in his own direction. Several comments have been placed at the top. There are a large number of likes, and the comments will be automatically placed at the top of the message.

Han Mo glanced at the first one who was highly praised.

"Many people around me say that ideal is not pleasant to hear, but I hear myself from the song. Han Mo's songs represent our generation, from "those flowers", "Southern girls" to later "ideal". We may all have a good girl who can't be together and an ideal that can't be realized even if we work hard. "

There are also many netizens with the same feelings under this comment. Han Mo didn't open it one by one. The content is roughly the same. He moved his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the second comment.

"With all due respect, the song" ideal "can get the first name in the second competition of" looking for a good voice ", which definitely rubbed the heat of the previous two songs. To be fair, the lyrics of" ideal "are good, but they can only touch some people, and the melody is worse than that of" girl waving wings ". Of course, I appreciate Han Mo's talent very much. I can write so many classic songs, but if I keep the style of folk songs, I can't go far on the stage of "looking for a good voice."

The verification information of this comment reads, Yu Zifei, a famous music critic.

Following the trend of comments, there are many comments, including refutation and support, and many Korean ink can see that it is a jet at a glance.

Meng Si walked behind Han Mo, changed his old Zha Huhu tone, and said with some worry, "at the end of the last game, I began to pay attention to the dynamics and feedback on the Internet. The topic that you can only sing folk songs has been fried very hot these days. Some netizens who were originally just watching the excitement were incited by them and followed them. The online review is very unfavorable to you."

Meng Si is worried that a group of public judges will be changed for each program, and these people are beyond the control of singers. As natural people, they will certainly go to see the online information and evaluation, and there will be some subjective will. Han Mo's first "southern girl" is well deserved, but the second "ideal" is not bad, but it is worse than other works of Han mo, There's no way to get caught in a pigtail.

Of course, there are also Shuijun. The comments of some netizens are the same. At first glance, someone is playing tricks behind black Korean ink. Meng Si has always ignored the jet. He used to laugh that this is a conspirator to help him do publicity for free. Many songs and people are more and more angry.

However, in any case, the most important thing is to know his own problems. Meng Si has been in a state of laissez faire to Han Mo since the second game. The song is freely decided by Han Mo himself, but now he is a little worried, so he is anxious to ask Han Mo to discuss it today.

Han Mo didn't turn it over casually this time as before. In addition to his praise and support, he read it all, focusing on those who scolded him, and read it carefully with great interest.

Meng Si's heart tightened when he saw Han Mo's comments so seriously for the first time. After all, Han Mo is still a newcomer. If he sees so many attacks, he will be hit. He hurriedly said, "you can't see all the online comments. Many of them are water troops and professional jets."

After reading, Han Mo gently closed the computer and looked at Meng Si without talking.

"I must believe in your strength. Our little Mo is the best." Meng Si suddenly showed his symbolic coquettish expression, and then said in a moment of seriousness, "but those music critics have their reasons, but don't take it to heart. The game mentality this Saturday can't collapse."

Meng Si is most afraid of Han Mo, who holds everything in his heart. He doesn't know what he thinks. It's reasonable that newcomers see so many negative news on the Internet, and professional jets attack with personal attacks. Han Mo must be miserable. Meng Si loves him a little. It's an artist he holds in his hand.

Meng Si tried to conceive how to comfort Han Mo in his brain. He didn't know what to say for a moment, "Xiao Mo, you..."

Before he finished, Han Mo pursed his lower lip and said with a smile, "don't worry, I can't only sing folk songs."

With Han Mo's words, Meng Si naturally didn't worry about his strength. He was more worried about Han Mo's mentality, "I'm not worried about this, I'm afraid of you..."

Han Mo smiled. "I never care about the words of the jet."

Meng Si was stunned. He was worried about synthesis. Others did not worry about their strength or the comments on the Internet.

Meng Si rolled his eyes and returned to his true face in a second. "Oh, that's what I'm worried about. I'm not saying you. Just take a few selfies and send them to wechat. I'll be tired to death."

From the moment Meng Si let Han Mo watch the computer, he knew what Meng Si was looking for. As an agent, he must be worried about the next game. He not only wanted to let himself know these seemingly reasonable doubts on the Internet, but also feared that those extreme remarks following the trend would hurt him. however......

Meng Si put his hands on his hips and sighed, "little Mo Mo, you can't always play in your heart, but also interact with your fans. You're so handsome. You can take a few photos at will. You don't want to write words and just send an expression..."

Han Mo knew that Meng Si had finished his serious business, got up and said casually, "I'm leaving." Just go outside.

"Hey, I haven't finished yet." Meng Si pointed to Han Mo's tall back with one hand, and kept his waist on his other hand. Looking at Han Mo's head left without looking back, Meng Si showed a happy smile on his face and muttered to himself, "this smelly boy."

Just after stepping out of the sichen media building, Han Mo's mobile phone rang. He thought Meng Si's phone had caught up with him again. He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was a strange number.

Han Mo slipped and connected the phone. A very magnetic young man's voice came from the receiver.

"Hello, are you the horseman?" Zhang Mingli asked tentatively.

Han Mo asked his pseudonym. He was a little strange, but he politely replied, "Hello, I am."

Zhang Mingli was a little excited and continued, "my name is Zhang Mingli. I'm the host of the children's channel of Beidu TV station and the story telling column of bunny. This time I found your phone number through the publishing house."

Han Mo gave a light "Oh".

Zhang Mingli continued, "I'd like to ask, is the audio copyright of Little Red Riding Hood and Frog Prince still there?"

"Still there."