Chapter 228

Han Mo made some preparations before coming to Meng Si. How can he persuade him to invest in his own TV series? But when he heard that Meng thought invested in the legend of the red imperial concubine at first, but was excluded by Li Sheng, he was secretly happy. Meng Si is a businessman. He can't not know that the legend of Zhen Huan is much more valuable than the legend of the red imperial concubine.

Han Mo and Meng Si didn't want to beat around the Bush and said bluntly, "I want 15 million for the copyright of the legend of Zhen Huan."

Meng Si suddenly put down his hands that were originally around his chest. His eyes were stunned. His heart said, your boy is too dark. Fifteen million really dare to say it.

Meng Si didn't speak immediately. This time is actually a bargaining time. We have to grind each other for a while. Of course, this is for other writers. Meng Si knows too much about Han Mo's character. If we bargain with him now, there will be nothing except the cold look in his eyes, which means "don't sell any less".

Meng Si sighed softly, "all right."

Han Mo pursed his lips. He knew Meng Si would not refuse. Although the price was a little high, for such a good work, just think about the fact that the legend of Zhen Huan invested 70 million in his original world, but created 200 million income. After the first round of broadcasting, the later rounds of broadcasting were not included. This copyright fee is nothing.

The key is that what Han Mo provides is a script that can be directly used to shoot TV, rather than a simple novel. The novel needs secondary processing and adaptation to be made into a TV play, while his script does not. This virtually saved manpower and material resources, which Meng Si could think of.

Little pangxie stood beside Han Mo, counting the number with his fingers. The office was quiet. Suddenly he shouted, "fifteen million, brother Han, brother Han!"

Meng Si helped the forehead and wondered if he was blind at that time. Why did he make such a surprised goods as an assistant.

Pang Xie, who was supposed to hold Han Mo's arm excitedly, suddenly saw the boss flying out of the cold knife's eyes. All his actions were frozen in the air. He quickly put away his stunned expression and muttered, "fifteen million."

Han Mo has long been used to little Pang Xie and didn't take it too seriously. He continued to say to Meng Si, "the expected investment cost of the legend of Zhen Huan is 70 million. The copyright income of songs and books before is just 20 million, plus this 15 million. I'll invest 35 million in the legend of Zhen Huan, and you can fill in the rest."

Meng Si shouted 10000 words in his heart: MMP... I thought I could be the only investor in the legend of Zhen Huan. If not, at least it was the first producer who accounted for more, but now it's good to share the world with Han mo.

Meng Si put his hands on his hips. A hundred of them didn't want to. After thinking about it, he softened again and sighed, "OK, listen to you."

"Oh, by the way, I'll send you the follow-up manuscript in the evening. In addition to the female owner Shuya, there is another role that can't be moved. You can discuss with Zhang Liguo about the others, but we must start the machine before the heat goes down as soon as possible."

Of course Mengsi knows this truth, but how can these words come out of Han Mo's mouth so awkward, how can they be heard so awkward.

What's wrong? Meng Si thought about it. Suddenly he seemed to think of something. He patted the table and raised the bangs in front of his forehead. "Smelly boy, I'm the boss and you're the boss."

The object of this sentence he said most was little pangxie. Only little pangxie was easy to forget whether it was big or small, but generally when he finished this sentence, little pangxie was immediately beaten back to the original shape and quickly said, "you are the boss, you are the boss."

At this moment, when Meng Si's words came out, Han Mo was silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "as an artist, you are the boss, but in the TV play legend of Zhen Huan, maybe I am the boss. After all, in addition to the investor, I am still a screenwriter."

Meng Si has three black lines on his face. Han Mo makes sense, but why do you still have the impulse to beat him.

The office was silent again. Pang Xie swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Meng Si secretly. Brother Han was the person he admired most, but so far no one has spoken to general manager Meng. Although general manager Meng was short, he had a strong aura. He had received his favor and support in the circle, so he was highly respected.

Brother Han dares to talk to President Meng like this. It's really fatal. Although... It makes no sense.

Little pangxie didn't dare to breathe. What he thought was what kind of posture he should take to avoid and escape when Meng Si lost his temper and threw things. He could not only avoid the disaster, but also look less embarrassed. Just when little pangxie's upper body remained motionless and his lower body was ready to run away at any time.

Munce suddenly put his hand on the table.

Little Pang Xie's sight moved with Meng Si's hand. His usual dodging skills are quietly playing a role at the moment.

Just as little Ponzi was about to dodge with lightning speed, Munce finally landed his hand on the coffee cup, then picked it up and sipped the coffee.

"According to your plan, what shall we do next?"

Meng si not only didn't get angry, but also directly asked Han Mo what to do next. Little pangxie almost tripped over himself before he could get back. His action was very strange. He immediately received Meng Si's cold knife's eyes and hurriedly stood up.

They all work in sichen media. Why is the gap between people so big? Little pangxie sighed silently in his heart.

"Release a wechat message, saying that sichen media has invested in the legend of Zhen Huan. I'm very happy with the next cooperation, and then Aite, Zhang Liguo and Shuya." Han Mo thought for a moment and continued, "let's meet Zhang Liguo this afternoon and let him have a bottom in his heart. It is estimated that your wechat will immediately receive a call and play Taiji. Don't be too clear. Please pay attention to the follow-up news and announce other main creators and startup time as soon as possible. "

Meng Si scolded fiercely in his heart. He was so convinced that he obeyed the smelly boy. What kind of poison was he poisoned by.

He always vaguely felt that if the boy sitting opposite did it alone in the future, he would have nothing to do with Meng Si. However, Meng Si didn't feel panic at all, but was full of satisfaction.

Meng Si, according to Han Mo's meaning, polished it with his own tone of speech, respectively Aite Shuya and Zhang Liguo, and click send.

As soon as it was successfully sent, Meng Si's bell rang in a few seconds.

Meng Si quickly looked at the mobile phone screen, and little Pang Xie also came together, because he knew that he would receive calls from all aspects after the news was sent, but he was curious about who would call first.

Even Han Mo swept his eyes, and three words, "mother yecha" danced impressively on the screen.

Little Pang Xie covered his mouth and smiled. Although "yecha" was not a person's name, Han Mo could guess who was on the other side of the phone, waiting anxiously for connection. He didn't speak and took back his eyes.

Only Meng Si looked at the "nickname" beating on the screen, twisted his eyebrows, hovered between answering and not answering countless times, and finally took a deep breath and connected the phone.

"Mengsi, I tell you, if you don't make it clear about wechat today, you can't leave the office alive. Don't move. I'll find you now."

"No... i..." Meng Si didn't have time to speak. The other party was like a machine gun. After that, he hung up the phone. Meng Si only felt that his chest had been severely hit and hurt 10000 points.

There was a loud voice on the phone. Han Mo and little Ponzi heard the call.

Meng Si's face turned pale for a moment, and his eyes for help looked at little pangxie.

"Well, Mr. Meng, I have something to do. I'll go back to the office first." Little pangxie leaned slightly, secretly winked at North Korea and South Korea, and quickly slipped out of the office.

"Xiao Mo......" Meng Si looked at Han Mo again.

Han Mo coughed softly. "Since you have something else to do, I'll get busy with the script first. When you're finished, we'll find Zhang Liguo." Han Mo also left the office.

The desolate cold wind blew, leaving Meng Si alone, with bursts of cold behind