Chapter 77

The little guy was motivated to be an abstract painting master, so he concentrated on practicing all night and went to bed an hour later than usual. If Han Mo didn't pretend to be angry and coax and cheat later, she wouldn't take a bath and go to bed.

Maybe he slept soundly because he slept late. Not long after he went to bed, the little guy smiled and fell asleep sweetly.

Han Mo covered the little guy's quilt, spoiled the sleeping little man, stood in the small room for a while, and then walked out of the bedroom.

After drawing the final illustration, Han Mo dialed Wang Lei and told him that he could contact the publishing tomorrow.

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The next morning

Han Mo sent the little guy to kindergarten. After watching Xuanxuan enter the classroom with head teacher Ding, he went upstairs and talked to Wang Lei about publishing.

With the previous two cooperation, Han Mo was more assured of Wang Lei. Before, he didn't know much about the market. Wang Lei helped him win a lot of interests, and Han Mo didn't ask too much.

However, the story of "journey to the dream" is different. The TV station has first publicized the audio version of the story. The first phase is on fire and the major video websites are crazy to reprint it. The second phase last night set off a new wave of climax. In addition, Meng Si has asked him to talk about film copyright, although Meng Si has not made it clear whether he will accept his proposal, But he was confident of persuading Munce.

Although the form of this story is the same as that of the first two stories, there are drawings, but compared with the difficulty of painting and the number of pages of the picture book, the first two stories can not be compared with the journey to the dream.

Han Mo specially published the book first, and then sold the film copyright to Meng Si. It also took some time for the animated film from preparation to publicity, and finally broadcast and screening, which just made room for the sales of the book.

So this time, Han Mo has its own psychological price, 3 million + share.

He doesn't know whether this price is high or low in the publishing house, but in Han Mo, this is the psychological price.

Wang Lei was stunned when he heard the price. "Xiao Han, your story is really wonderful, and you don't have to say your painting skills. However, when I used to be a children's book, many famous writers didn't sell it at such a high price. I'm afraid it's difficult for them to agree. Do you want to think about it again?"

Han Mo held his mouth. "This is not just a children's book. It doesn't need to be considered. He is worth the price."

Wang Lei was a little embarrassed, but he didn't say anything. Han Mo had never raised the price before. If he dared to raise it so high this time, he should also have full psychological preparation and confidence.

Picked up the phone on the desk and dialed the number of the publishing house. The other party was very excited to hear Wang Lei's voice. They knew that Han Mo must have agreed to publish Wang Lei's call.

The other party's voice came from the receiver, "did the horse Knight say what price to prepare?"

Wang Lei looked at Han Mo and said calmly, "3 million plus sales share."

The people in the publishing house were very loud. Although Han Mo couldn't hear what he said, he could hear it every time he spoke. When he heard the price, the other party was silent.

It may be asking the opinions of others, or he may be thinking about whether he can do it at this price. In short, there was no sound on the phone.

What Han Mo thought of, how could a publishing house that has been published for so many years not think of it? Wang Lei was only engaged in children's books in the past. He was not familiar with other sections, but the publishing house was different. They knew the market and knew better. The story had been wildly spread on the Internet after only two episodes of children's programs on TV, and its influence was self-evident, And Han Mo has illustrations in his hand, which has a stronger sense of substitution.

The voice on the phone rang again, "we agree to the price, but the horseman wants to attach the illustrations, and we still publish picture books."

Wang Lei repeated the other party's request in a low voice, and turned his attention to Han mo.

Han Mo nodded slightly and agreed.

Hanging up, Wang Lei smiled, "I didn't expect that the Publishing House agreed so soon. I thought it would take a lot of talking. It seems that they have smelled the commercial value of this book. Oh, I'm really old and conservative. If this book is as you expect, the price of the next book will be higher. "

Han Mo didn't say anything, but just smiled. He didn't start to think about what the next book was. This book is his current focus. Such a good work is worth such a price.

Out of Wang Lei's office, Han Mo went downstairs and couldn't help walking to the door of Xuanxuan's classroom. Standing outside the door, he could just see the scene in the classroom through the glass.

Xuanxuan is seriously singing along with the music played by the teacher. Today, Han Mo combed a lovely ball head for the little guy, matched it with a lattice bow, stood among a group of children and took off a little princess carved with powder and jade. Han Mo didn't want to disturb the child. He looked at the door for a while and left silently.

After leaving the kindergarten, Han Mo went directly to sichen media building.

Wang Lei was given a picture album with illustrations of the story. At the moment, Han Mo still has another picture album in his hand, which is about the people in the story and the background pictures of important scenes, including some details in his memory, which are used to help make the story into animation.

When professional animation teams see these hand-painted drawings of Han Mo, they can use the computer to draw them again. After all, Han Mo is hand-painted and can't cover everything, but with the main scenes, Han Mo in other places can give them opinions without seeking to restore 100%, but more than 90% is absolutely no problem.

Han Mo didn't know that there was a man in the company waiting for him looking forward to the stars and the moon.

Little pangxie felt like a dream since he came out of the cafe yesterday. Han moge, the horse knight, wrote words, music, songs, poems and stories. He connected these things together and suddenly found that it was a mess. He couldn't imagine that he had written a private letter about his emotional troubles, comforted him, and wrote a poem for him. It was brother Han mo.

The most important thing is that he was stupid enough to recite his poetry in front of the Royal Knight himself. Little pangxie still remembers what he said at that time. He pulled the text in front of brother Han Mo and said he knew poetry. It was a shame.

Xiao Pang knew that Han Mo would come to the boss, because he had not finished talking about the film copyright yesterday. He was in no mood all morning. He stood at the door of Meng Si's office with a black notebook in his hand.

Meng Si was also waiting for Han mo. at a glance, he saw a small pang walking back and forth with a notebook at the door. He tutted and rolled his eyes. "I said, you, door god, either come in or go back to your office. Don't stand at my door."

Xiao Pang was so happy that he quickly drilled into the boss's office with his notebook in his hand. Without talking, he stood aside.

After a while, Han Mo walked into the office, strode to the desk, pulled a chair and sat down.

Xiao Pang smiled and leaned towards Han Mo, holding the notebook tightly in his hand.

Meng Si's two bracelets were on his chest. "I went back and thought about it yesterday. Our cartoons have always been broadcast on TV. The audience is children. No one has dared to move the cartoons to the screen. The box office is very realistic, and I dare not take risks."

Han Mo guessed that Meng Si would have such concerns. Without justification, he directly put the picture album in his hand in front of Meng Si.

Meng Si was stunned. He opened the album and couldn't help taking a breath.