Chapter 221

Zhang Liguo was very surprised to see Han Mo coming. It is reasonable to say that there is no intersection, but he politely asked Han Mo to sit down on the sofa.

Zhang Liguo was still wondering. Before he could ask the exit, the deputy director's phone came again.

"How many? OK, send it to me. Yes, now. "

Deputy director Guan Hui said on the phone that he found a lot of people related to Literature outside the screenwriters whose names were recorded by the Copyright Association. He also found the online writers. Although he didn't know what to do with these people's names, he tried his best to find them.

Guan Hui followed Zhang Liguo for many years. He used to be a drama director. After Zhang Liguo found out, he followed him as an assistant director. Although he was always scolded, he knew that director Zhang really wanted to teach him something.

Zhang Liguo hung up the phone as if grass had grown in his heart, but Han Mo was embarrassed to turn over the email in the computer immediately, so he could only sit with an awkward smile.

Han Mo didn't take the initiative to say why he came. Zhang Liguo couldn't let others leave immediately. They exchanged greetings for a while. They couldn't help it. "I don't know what advice Xiao Han came to me."

Zhang Liguo was much older than Han Mo, and without pretending to be polite, he directly called Xiao Han.

Han Mo smiled. "I don't dare to give advice. In front of director Zhang, I don't dare to say anything. I've heard of director Zhang's name for a long time. Today I just passed by your place and paid a special visit."

This sentence is too strange to pass by. Originally, Zhang Liguo wanted to say something about Han Mo, so he could be busy with other things, but this sentence has a bit of toothache.

Anyone passing by can know when to leave. Zhang Liguo was worried and didn't want to wait any longer.

After being polite to Han Mo, he returned to the computer. A person who had never contacted him suddenly said that he would come to see you one day. As long as normal people would not believe it.

Zhang Liguo guessed Han Mo's intention in his heart. In fact, the adult world has never been too simple. Strangers approached for no reason. In addition to pit you, they wanted to use you.

Zhang Liguo thought carefully. The only thing he has a little value now is the upcoming shooting of the legend of the Red Princess. Does Han Mo want to sing the theme song?

According to Han Mo's current fame, there should be many large-scale film and television dramas that want him to create and sing theme songs. There's no need to come to the door to find himself in person.

If it's not the theme song, it's to seek a role in the legend of the Red Princess.

Yes, it's very possible. Zhang Liguo thought.

Han Mo has a good image and is now popular. Although he has no performance experience before, several important roles have long been selected, but it is more than enough to play a prince or noble.

Zhang Liguo is also an old Jianghu man. He guessed the intentions of others in his heart, and he didn't resist. He would always agree. Why don't he take the initiative to say it, make the other party face better, and remember his favor more.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liguo took the initiative to say, "the candidate for the 14th prince in the legend of the red princess has not been determined. I think your image and temperament are very consistent. I don't know whether the schedule is suitable."

Zhang Liguo smiled and waited for Han Mo's satisfactory answer. Then they made a preliminary confirmation and talked to the agent about it. He mainly wants to find HM quickly.

Han Mo smiled, "thank you, director Zhang."

"It's easy to say." Zhang Liguo thought that if he guessed right, Han Mo had figured out the routine for his role after mixing in the circle for so many years. If he performed well, he would also like to find a way to develop in the performing arts circle.

Zhang Liguo thought all this was over. Han Mo should be satisfied to get the role and go.

But Han Mo didn't mean to go at all. He pursed his lips and said, "the legend of the red princess is indeed a little more creative than the past scripts, but it's not the best work."

Not a good work? Zhang Liguo was a little confused when he heard this sentence.

It's not that he thinks the legend of the red princess is the best. Of course, there are other scripts better than this. For example, the beginning lying in his mailbox is very good. It's just a text presentation, which is enough to tickle his heart. But he can say that Han Mo is here to ask for a role. Since he wants a role, he hates that their script is not a good work, That sounds a little disturbing.

Zhang Liguo was very depressed. He had something in his mind. Han Mo seemed to come to find fault on purpose. Zhang Liguo felt a sense of seeing off guests. His sight gradually moved from Han Mo to the computer screen and began to look at the names related to HM sent by deputy director Guan Hui.

His meaning is obvious. This is the silent seeing off. Anyway, he is still polite, but he doesn't want to take the initiative to talk to Han mo.

"In the first year of Yongzheng, a 17-year-old girl participated in the draft... Standing in the open courtyard of the Forbidden City, you can see the incomparably clear sky, as blue as a Wang Jasper, without a trace of cloud, and occasionally wild geese fly in groups."

Zhang Liguo didn't look at Han Mo, and Han Mo didn't look at him. He just sat on the sofa and said it to himself.

Zhang Liguo was stunned. He subconsciously stared and opened his mouth in surprise. His surprise was not because of how deep Han Mo's words were, but

"She had the idea of filling the number, but the emperor fell in love with her wisdom, integrity and dignity..."

When Zhang Liguo collided with Han Mo's line of sight again, every grain on his face was deep for a few minutes, and the corners of his eyes trembled fiercely. He had seen what Han Mo said at the moment, and he didn't read it again. He could speak out every paragraph, and was familiar with the fact that he didn't need to open the mailbox to compare.

But how did Han Mo know that these contents were clearly lying in his mailbox. Did the mysterious man send them not only to himself, but also to others.

Impossible. It's unscientific. Why did you send it to Han Mo? He has nothing to do with TV dramas.

Zhang Liguo couldn't figure it out. He stared at Han Mo, but Han Mo's eyes were a little unpredictable. Han Mo continued to say like reciting the text. He didn't say a word according to the original text, but more like telling a long story.

Soon Han Mo talked about the end of the part in Zhang Liguo's mailbox.

Zhang Liguo swallowed his saliva and asked himself to tell the story independently. Although he couldn't repeat it so well after watching it three times, did Han Mo read it more times than himself? No wonder Han Mo said that the legend of the red imperial concubine is not the best script. Indeed, anyone who has read this story will be attracted by it, and other Hougong texts seem boring.

Zhang Liguo smiled and wanted to ask Han Mo where he got this part of the script and whether he knew who sent the story. If Han Mo knew, he would also save a lot of time looking for someone.

Before he could speak, Han Mo's voice sounded again. He didn't end at the end of the mailbox, but continued to talk about the follow-up plot that Zhang Liguo wanted to know very much, but couldn't get.

Zhang Liguo was completely confused. The hand that had been pressed on the mouse slipped, and the cursor on the screen rolled up.

How can there be the next plot? Does HM only give me a small part, and the rest are in charge of Han Mo? Zhang Liguo said in his heart.

Han Mo?

Han Mo!

Zhang Liguo seemed to think of something and suddenly looked at the computer screen, because he accidentally pressed the mouse just now, and the cursor randomly rolled to the top of a page.

Zhang Liguo's pupil suddenly shrunk, with a name written on it, Han mo.

H......M......

Zhang Liguo couldn't believe looking at Han Mo again, "you, you are!"

Han Mo did not directly answer Zhang Liguo's words, and calmly said, "she is the legend of Zhen Huan."

Thank you for watching the flowers bloom and fall, thank you for the green and yellow spring teaching, book friend 2017071021... The young master thinks of the girl, seui, Hong, and the old Wang next door. They are infinitely charming and handsome. They all hold meimoda ~ (づづづづづづづづづづづづづづづ)