Chapter 256

Han Mo knows that the ratings of the TV series are very high, but he doesn't know how popular the TV series is.

In one day, the legend of Zhen Huan has become popular all over the country. You can hear the legend of Zhen Huan in small shops in the streets and lanes, and you can hear the legend of Zhen Huan in gossip after dinner. On the Internet, the most prominent places in newspapers are all reports about the legend of Zhen Huan.

It seems that without talking about the content of the TV play in the chat this day, it is very out of date. If you don't write a little news about the TV in the entertainment news, no one will pay attention at all.

Before the broadcast, there are other TV dramas in the same schedule who want to rub the heat. They ask the water army to take the opportunity to suppress the legend of Zhen Huan, but all this is like what Han Mo said before. There is no need to make any response. Ignore it. The ratings after the broadcast of the TV drama will directly slap a group of people with ulterior motives led by the legend of the Red Princess.

When Han Mo came home, the little guy ran into his small room with a pillow printed with his mother's Q version. Han Mo looked at the back of the child running into the house excitedly, smiled and shook his head.

"Son, you're back." Chen Yuehong came out of the room holding a pile of books, with an uncontrollable smile on her face.

Han Mo reached for the book in his mother's hand. Chen Yuehong hid a little, "no, no, come on, sit down, let's sit down and say."

Han Mo thought his mother's expression was strange, but he didn't know what his mother was going to do, so he sat down.

Chen Yuehong put a pile of notebooks on the tea table, and then handed another one locally to Han Mo, "this is your Aunt Zhang's, your Aunt Li's, this is teacher Chen's, this is Professor Hu's, this is..."

Finally, a pile of notebooks with well-made patterns and different styles that originally fell in front of Chen Yuehong moved to a new place, and all fell in front of Han mo.

Han Mo looked at his mother with a little doubt, "this is..."

"Let you sign." Chen Yuehong proudly picked her eyebrows.

Han Mo looked at his mother in surprise and looked at the notebook in front of him. He frowned silently.

"I'll cook today's meal and you'll be responsible for signing. Don't leave any of them. I promised them." Chen Yuehong got up and went to the kitchen. After taking two steps, she didn't forget to turn back and charge her son, "be serious, don't leave any."

Han Mo was a little helpless and opened the top one.

Suddenly the mobile phone rang, and it was the familiar and unique bell.

"Little mo mo."

Han Mo didn't speak. Meng Si knew he wouldn't reply to this sentence, and directly said, "just now I got the latest news. What's the ratings of the legend of the red princess?"

Although Meng Si said you can guess, he knew that Han Mo would not try to guess the numbers one by one. He paused, gave himself a step and said directly, "they also broadcast two episodes yesterday, and the ratings were only 0.2." Meng Si laughed.

Han Mo guessed that the ratings of the legend of the red princess would not be high, because it was their mistake to choose to broadcast it on the same day as the legend of Zhen Huan. After reading the script in Zhang Liguo's hand, Han Mo was not at the same level as the legend of Zhen Huan. If he deliberately avoided the legend of Zhen Huan, he might get a share. After all, there was still some heat before, coupled with the subsequent deliberate hype, It's not too bad, but they can't blame others for choosing to die by themselves.

Meng Si continued, "now Li Sheng is dragging the relationship everywhere for publicity. It is estimated that the planning company of Shenxian office can't come up with a plan to revive the legend of the Red Princess."

Han Mo smiled silently. Meng Si said that Thaksin had no way to save the legend of the Red Princess except shifting gears. If TV dramas with different themes hit the schedule and broadcast at the same time, someone might watch them. After all, radishes and cabbage have their own love. Some people may be willing to watch criminal investigation and some people may be willing to watch urban ones, They don't like watching TV dramas with ancient costume.

However, two TV dramas with the same theme and high similarity are broadcast on the same day in the same schedule. They really fight for the plot, the acting skills of the actors and the excellence of shooting.

Compared with the legend of Zhen Huan, the legend of the red imperial concubine is really a three without product.

Han Mo hung up the phone. He didn't have any emotional fluctuations because of other people's low ratings. What he had a headache was so many books in front of him.

Han Mo frowned again and opened the first notebook.

At this time, the phone rang again. A strange number was displayed on the screen. Han Mo readily connected the phone. A gentle woman's voice came from the receiver. You can hear it from the voice. The speaker should be about 40 years old.

"Hello, Mr. Han. I'm the editor in chief of Beidu Literature Publishing House. My last name is Huang. I asked for your number from Mr. Wang Lei." Huang Yulan said politely.

Han Mo said politely, "Hello, Ms. Huang."

"Well, our publishing house wants to help you publish the biography of Zhen Huan. I wonder if you are willing to adapt this TV play into a novel version in addition to the script?"

Han Mo thought for a moment. This TV play was the first novel version in the previous world, and then it was adapted into a TV play. Unexpectedly, the world was made into a TV play and then published into a novel.

"Mr. Han, are you still listening?" Chief editor Huang asked in a tentative new voice.

"Well, I'm here."

Maybe Han Mo was silent for a moment. Huang Yulan thought he was thinking about money and quickly added, "we can talk about the price."

In fact, Han Mo doesn't think about this. After all, he is not so short of money now. Making the legend of Zhen Huan into a TV play will make him make a lot of money. As for publishing a novel in the future, Han Mo has a casual attitude.

Han Mo thought for a moment and replied briefly, "OK."

Huang Yulan didn't expect Han Mo to agree so happily. She hasn't even asked about the price of text copyright. To tell the truth, she also saw the legend of Zhen Huan yesterday. She was attracted by the plot at the beginning. If she took advantage of the popular TV play and released the novel of the same name, this work will be very popular.

Beidu Literature Publishing House is a well-known old publishing house in China. It has enjoyed great success in the past. However, with the rapid change of the network world, the audience of traditional media is becoming smaller and smaller. Although they are still in a leading position compared with other publishing houses, they must be vigilant in times of peace and constantly launch good works.

Huang Yulan was excited when she thought that she would get the text copyright of the biography of Zhen Huan right away. She was not only the editor in chief of the publishing house, but also a loyal drama fan of the biography of Zhen Huan. She had to stay in front of the TV drama tonight.

"Mr. Han, our publishing house has a professional evaluation of each work to be published, and the publishing cost is very reasonable. Considering that your work is really different from other works we have published before, we give you a copyright fee of 20 million."

Han Mo is still a little surprised. This price is indeed quite high in the price of literary works.

Han Mo didn't answer immediately. Huang yulansi was a little flustered. She knew that she would not be the only one who wanted the literary copyright of the biography of Zhen Huan. After thinking for a moment, she said ruthlessly, "Mr. Han, our publishing house is really sincere and can only offer 25 million at most. What do you think of the price?"

Han Mo was stunned again. He smashed his mouth and said, "OK, I agree."