Chapter 222

The page clicked on the computer screen is the list sent by Guan Hui to Zhang Liguo. On it are all the people recorded in the Copyright Association, including writers and poets. As long as they have published works, they will be included in the roster by the Copyright Association.

"Legend of Zhen Huan." Zhang Liguo whispered again with Han Mo, and his brain was blank.

Although Han Mo didn't answer positively that he was HM, it doesn't need to think more about linking names and letters. HM is clearly the abbreviation of Han mo.

Originally, the name of this work was called the legend of Zhen Huan, but the name of Zhen Huan has not been mentioned in the front of the story. Zhang Liguo knows that something must have happened later, and the name of the protagonist has changed.

Looking at Zhang Liguo's face from ignorance to consternation to shock, Han Mo still maintained his original expression without any waves.

The mysterious author who had been looking for a long time just now was just in front of him. Zhang Liguo's hand trembled slightly. He wanted to talk and didn't know what to say. His heart fluctuated violently.

Han Mo slightly moved his body and changed his sitting posture. Zhang Liguo thought Han Mo was going to stand up, and he stood up with him.

"Little... Mr. Han mo." Zhang Liguo thought that Han Mo was going to leave and was ready to say to keep each other, but he saw that Han Mo just changed his sitting posture, but he had stood up and was a little embarrassed.

Just think about it, I even said that Han Mo came to ask for a role. Now I think about it. I blush. The scripts are written by others. This is a noble man. I even treat others as a general star begging for a role. Zhang Liguo dare not think about it. The more I think about it, the more embarrassed I feel.

Han Mo quietly looked at Zhang Liguo's bewildered look and ignored him, making Zhang Liguo more flustered.

"Mr. Han Mo, your work is very good. I just heard that you can write songs before. I didn't expect that you can write books so well. I think..." Zhang Liguo was a little embarrassed. Han Mo didn't have too many expressions and didn't be polite to him. Zhang Liguo was neither sitting nor standing.

Zhang Liguo was sitting hesitantly, ready to think about how to speak the next sentence. Suddenly Han Moqing coughed. Before he could sit down, Zhang Liguo stood up again.

Zhang Liguo's purpose is very clear. He still needs good works. He hopes to reach another peak before retirement and draw a complete end to his directing career.

It's not the worst thing that the legend of Zhen Huan is not given to him. The worst thing is that Han Mo gives this work to others. If Han Mo gives it to others, no matter who makes it, as long as it's not a bad director or a poor actor, it will become a classic and will certainly become a strong enemy of himself. Zhang Liguo doesn't want to see this happen.

Zhang Liguo's heart is horizontal. No matter what method he uses today, he must book the legend of Zhen Huan first. As long as the script is in hand, he can shoot it whenever he wants. In this way, there can be a gradual process. First shoot the legend of the red imperial concubine, and then shoot the legend of Zhen Huan. Zhang Liguo has a small calculation in his heart.

He made up his mind and said, "Mr. Han Mo, do you want to make this work into a TV play?"

Han Mo smiled and said, "of course."

Zhang Liguo couldn't help clapping his hand, "great." He continued to ask tentatively, "have you decided which director to shoot?" Zhang Liguo guessed that Han Mo must have given this part of the manuscript to many directors. He should choose a director who can be competent for this work.

From "Xiao Han" in the beginning to "Han Mo teacher" later, Zhang Liguo has even used the honorific name of "you". Zhang Liguo is also willing to give up in order to get Han Mo's works.

Han Mo pursed his lips. He guessed that Zhang Liguo would praise the work, but he didn't expect it to be so strong. He didn't worry.

"I haven't figured out who to shoot for. I hope to find a responsible and powerful director."

Zhang Liguo said with a flattering smile, "Mr. Han Mo, do you think I can do it? In terms of strength, you can look through my previous works. They are absolutely classics. In terms of sense of responsibility, I don't need to say more. The actors who have cooperated with me can prove it." A director nearly 60 years old always feels a little strange when he introduces himself naked in front of a young man.

"I really have to think about it before making a decision. After all, this book is a novel. If it takes a long time to make a TV play, I don't want to make a decision so soon. When I decide, I will inform director Zhang at the first time." Han Mo's tone was as calm as when he first entered the office.

But Zhang Liguo couldn't calm down. In his opinion, other things can wait patiently, that is, the script can't wait. What if the duck waiting to get it flies.

Zhang Liguo said eagerly, "Mr. Han Mo, you can put forward any requirements. We're all easy to discuss. There's nothing wrong."

Han Mo smiled. "Indeed, I have several requirements for this work."

If other people make requests in front of Zhang Liguo, he is very disgusted, but at the moment, I don't know how to feel that the word "request" is very pleasant.

"You said, if you have any request, just mention it." Zhang Liguo said excitedly.

Han Mo sat up straight, looked up and said, "first of all, I want to have the right to decide the main characters of this TV play."

Zhang Liguo understands that Han Mo means this TV play, and Han Mo can decide the candidates for male and female stars.

Han Mo went on to say the second, "I want this TV series to start shooting immediately, the fastest speed."

"Shoot now?" Zhang Liguo hesitated.

If it's other times, there's nothing to this requirement, but he happens to have another TV series "Legend of the Red Princess", which is about to start shooting. The list of main characters has just been announced in the media, and the publicity period before shooting has not passed.

Zhang Liguo was a little embarrassed and said, "Mr. Han Mo, can we change this one? I happen to have a new play to shoot now, and we don't shoot a TV play overnight. At least we have to look for a long time to choose the role of Zhen Huan, as well as funds, etc., or we'll go later and prepare more and start shooting later?"

Han Mo didn't speak. He stood up with a serious expression. "Since director Zhang can't meet my requirements, I have to find a more suitable director to shoot. Anyone can shoot such a good work."

Han Mo's last sentence hit Zhang Liguo's heart heavily.

There are not too many choices. If the legend of Zhen Huan and the legend of the red imperial concubine are destined to be competitive, Zhang Liguo would rather hold the former in his hand. The reason is self-evident.

Zhang Liguo swallowed his saliva and patted the table. "OK, I promise you these two requirements."

Han Mo pursed his lower lip and smiled.