Chapter 68

Next day

Han Mo sent Xuanxuan to the kindergarten and went to the company alone.

Meng si used to call Han Mo even on weekends, and he had to make many calls a day, but Meng Si didn't make a phone call this weekend, which is very inconsistent with Meng Si's character.

Before he got to Meng Si's office, Han Mo saw the little assistant looking at it with his mobile phone, his mouth still plausible, like reading something.

Han Mo walked behind him. The little assistant didn't find it. He suddenly turned around and was shocked to see Han mo.

"Oh, brother Han, you scared me to death. President Meng went to a meeting. He's not here now. He'll be back in a minute."

Han Mo gave a light "um" and glanced at the little assistant's mobile phone screen, "what are you looking at?" Han Mo only saw the icon on the page, which was from the space-time forum, so he asked casually.

The little assistant thought Han Mo didn't care about these, so he didn't take the initiative to say it. In fact, he felt uncomfortable and was looking for someone to share it with. Upon hearing Han Mo's active question, his eyes glowed with excitement, "I'm looking at a hot post of space-time forum. Do you know space-time forum?" The assistant knows that Han Mo doesn't care about gossip, but he's not sure whether Guan pays attention to these forums.

Han Mo certainly knew. He nodded slightly and said faintly, "I know."

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

Han Mo glanced at the screen. The little assistant showed him the post of yesterday's poetry competition.

The assistant slipped the page and said seriously, "brother Han, you are first-class in singing and writing songs, but you certainly don't understand poetry, but I understand. I can see this good work at a glance."

Han Mo nodded approvingly.

After being recognized, the little assistant opened the chatterbox mode, "our poetry has reached the bottleneck period, and there has been no breakthrough in recent years. Some award-winning works are not very good in my opinion, but this poem, last night, I just Han Mo thought it was worth such achievements, and I was not surprised.

The little assistant was not surprised to see Han Mo, and seemed to further prove his vision and the charm of the poem. He continued, "look at wechat." He withdrew the space-time forum page and clicked into his wechat account.

It turns out that this poem has been forwarded to wechat by netizens. Unlike the forum, wechat has a large circulation. A poem can be forwarded with countless people just after it is uploaded, affecting a wider coverage.

"This poem was first forwarded to wechat. Look at the numbers here." The little assistant pointed to the number of reprints displayed below his wechat, with 20000 written in a row of small characters. He was a little proud and said with a smile, "this is only forwarded from me. It doesn't count being forwarded again after being forwarded."

Han Mo glanced at the top comments of the wechat reproduced by the little assistant.

"I reprint modern poetry again. Although I don't understand poetry, I must praise this one today."

"Please tell me the micro guest name of the Royal Horse knight. I'm going to powder him."

"I didn't expect that today's poets can write such good poems. My friend reprinted them for you."

Although the little assistant is only Meng Si's assistant, the friends in wechat are also people in the circle. Many of what they see have been forwarded. The spread of this poem is very fast.

He excitedly told Han Mo about his love for this poem, "brother Han, you know, you are my first idol. The song you wrote can touch people's hearts. This horse knight is my second idol, and his poetry touches my heart." Then he sighed softly, "Hey, if only I could meet the Royal knight."

Han Mo didn't speak, but he just pulled the corners of his mouth.

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

The little assistant saw that the boss came and quickly put back his mobile phone. "No, just show brother Han a poem."

Meng Si smiled as he walked to his desk. "Oh, you're the only one who reads poetry."

The little assistant was embarrassed and scratched his hair behind his head. He smiled and didn't speak and stepped aside.

Meng Si doesn't care much about poetry. He has something more important. "Let me tell you a good news. People from Apple TV just told me that the audience rating of looking for good voice last Saturday was the highest in the same period. Especially when Han Mo sang, the audience rating broke the record since the Festival was broadcast. What's more interesting is that the audience rating was still strong when it was replayed. It's estimated that some didn't see Han Mo singing. Wait to see it during the replay. "