Chapter 245

Han Mo is thinking about how to tell the little guy that Xiaohu has no malice. Han Mo knows Xiaohu. Not only will he not have malice, but he must be in a hurry to break up with Xuanxuan unilaterally. He doesn't know what to do.

Han Mo noticed that when he put the last Cupcake into the bag, the little guy didn't have any extreme behavior, and didn't even try to take out the cake, which proved that the contradiction between the children was not so deep. Maybe the little guy was angry in his heart.

"Xuanxuan, my father believes that Xiaohu has no malice." Han Mo squatted down and said to his daughter patiently.

The little guy nodded, "I know."

Han Mo smiled, "since I know he has no malice, why lose his temper with Xiaohu?"

The little guy lowered his eyes, and his curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

Xuanxuan is very sensible. She knows that Xiaohu just talks about things at home without malice. However, Xuanxuan is angry when she says that his father's hard-working TV series are not good-looking. His father is the best and greatest in the little guy's heart.

Han Mo pinched Xuanxuan's chubby little face, "don't be angry with the little tiger, will you?"

The little guy bowed his mouth and nodded.

Bell

The phone rang.

Han Mo looked at the screen. It was Xiaohu's father. He tapped his finger to connect the phone.

"Hey, Xiao Han, I heard you created a miracle in the shooting time of TV series. 76 episodes of TV series took only one month, and now it has been finished?"

Xiaohu's father is very angry and has a loud voice. Han Mo subconsciously takes away his mobile phone a little distance.

Han Mo was very calm and said casually, "it's finished."

"Ha ha, now your TV series are hot before shooting. Can you give brother Wang a piece of it?"

Han Mo guessed that Xiaohu's father must have said something about his TV series at home at the beginning. Xiaohu heard it, but it was all before. Xiaohu hesitated and tangled for a long time before telling xiaoxuanxuan. The feedback from the Internet is very good these days, and Xiaohu's father began to change his attitude gradually again.

Business is business, and there is no superfluous idea. Xiaohu's father began to think that the TV series made by Han Mo is not good because he doesn't know Han mo. now he thinks that the TV series is good because the film hasn't started shooting, and the warm-up attention has reached the level expected by the whole people.

Even if the TV series are not well shot, there is no need to worry about the ratings of the first round of broadcasting. As for the second and third rounds, you have earned enough money. Those who rely on word-of-mouth in the later stage, even if they are not very good, can't lose anything.

Xiaohu's father plays his own little abacus. As a friend, he reminds Han Mo not to touch areas he doesn't understand.

As a businessman, he wants to buy the broadcasting copyright of the legend of Zhen Huan.

Han Mo didn't answer immediately. He knew that Xiaohu's father had just bought a video website, and now the traffic was very small, but because it was a new website, there was no competitive pressure. If Han Mo's TV series was broadcast, he would kill other works every minute, and he believed that he could get a considerable copyright fee from Xiaohu's father.

But how could Han Mo succumb to a video website? He believes in himself and the work of the legend of Zhen Huan.

Han Mo smiled and said politely, "now the later production has not been completely completed. At that time, we will send samples to interested TV stations and video websites for discussion."

From the receiver came father Xiaohu's hearty laughter, "I understand, I understand."

Han Mo hung up and took the little guy to kindergarten.

8 a.m

Kindergarten gate

Just out of the kindergarten, Han Mo was ready to go directly to the company. Suddenly, his mobile phone rang. He didn't need to look at the caller ID, listened to the "special" bell, and knew who the caller was.

"Little Mo Mo!"

Meng Si's voice was loud. Han Mo subconsciously looked around and made sure no one heard.

He shook his head helplessly in his heart, "what's the matter?"

"Ouch ~ you are so bad. Is there something that people must want to see you? Can't you hang up and talk about your feelings? " Meng Si said deliberately in a tone.

Han Mo was speechless and stopped. "If it's all right, I'll hang up." Han Mo was ready to hang up.

Meng Si said in a panic, "don't hang up, don't hang up. I have something to do. Oh, just tease you what you're doing so seriously."

Han Mo knew that Meng Si must have something to do, "say, what's the matter."

Meng Si sighed with a rising tone, "six TV stations and five video websites have contacted me in the morning."

Han Mo said softly.

"Well, what? Decide quickly. How can I respond to them?"

"No response, wait."

Mengsi almost gushed out his old blood.

Han Mo smiled, "wait for the sample."

Meng Si understood Han Mo's meaning. Now everyone competes for the TV play only because of its popularity, because some publicity means made by Han Mo in the early stage, but it is not the attraction of the TV play itself.

Han Mo's purpose is to raise the price through the sample film on the basis of the current high popularity. To put it bluntly, he is waiting for the price. Meng Si can't help but turn his mouth. Why didn't he think of this layer before.

"You stinky boy, don't say a word. You have so many twists and turns in your heart." Meng Si said with a smile.

Han Mo smiled and didn't answer.

"Eh, that little Mo Mo, how much do you think Zhen Huan will sell us?" Munce took a sip of coffee with a coffee cup in his hand.

Han Mo thought for a moment, "two satellite TV stations plus a video website, three units together, the total amount of a single episode is 3 million“

Poof!

This mouthful of coffee didn't waste at all. It all popped out.

Meng Si jerked from the corner of his eye and was a little embarrassed. He looked across the desk and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Little Pang Xie had just come to deliver documents to Meng Si. Now he stood at the table, raised his hand and wiped his face. There were still a few drops of water on his round chin.

Little Pang Xie's face was expressionless and his voice trembled. "Mr. Meng, I'll go first if it's all right."

Meng Si put down his coffee cup and swallowed his saliva with a soft hum.

"Do you say three units for an episode of 3 million? Xiao Mo, I must have heard wrong“ Meng sigang was just too surprised. Now he looked at the back of little pangxie who staggered out of the office and asked again.

"You heard right. It's 3 million." Han Mo's tone was very calm. It was like selling something for 300 yuan.

Meng Si gasped, "little Mo Mo, it's not that I don't believe your strength, nor that I don't think much of our TV play, but..." Meng Si coughed twice and thought about how to tell him that the price is impossible without hurting Han Mo's arrogant self-esteem“ Well, Xiaomo, why don't you think about it again? Let's talk about the price, so it's safer.

"No, three million, not much." Han Mo said firmly again.

Meng Si secretly shook his head. Although the smelly boy is really talented, he is still too young and arrogant after all. Two satellite TV and a video website have sold a total of 3 million in a single episode of only three units. It is impossible for others to accept how to distribute it, which is equivalent to 1 million per episode in each unit. I'm afraid I'm crazy about money.