Chapter 791

In the classroom of class 2 of golden sun kindergarten.

The children sat around the small table in groups.

The little tiger is still listless, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

"Little tiger, your eyes have become pandas again." Mengmeng pointed to the tiger's pair of dark circles and said.

The little tiger sighed a long sigh, and shook his head, "it's hard to say."

"Didn't you say you didn't go to the hospital yesterday? A little brother played. Why didn't he sleep well." Ruirui put the toy down and looked at the tiger curiously.

Little tiger was helpless. "I didn't want to go, but my father said that my little brother didn't cry during the day. In addition to eating and sleeping, he was very cute, so I believed it."

"Isn't it very lovely to go to the hospital?" Yue Yan was full of question marks. Yesterday, she told her mother that Xiaohu's little brother was very terrible, but her mother told her about children. It turned out that they were the same when they were young. They liked to cry, not bad, but to express their requirements by crying, because the baby can't speak yet.

"Cute, in fact, my brother is still very cute when he is quiet. In addition to eating and sleeping, I secretly touched his little hand when he slept. Guess what?"

Little tiger looked at his friends mysteriously with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

The children looked at the tiger curiously.

Xiaohu happily picked his eyebrows. "His little hand grabbed my finger and held it tightly. I gently pulled it, but he didn't pull it out. He slept soundly, like a lovely little angel."

Xuanxuan nodded in agreement. The little brother described by Xiaohu today is like the little sister she saw yesterday. He is quiet like a little angel. When sleeping, the corners of his mouth rise slightly, very sweet.

When the children heard Xiaohu's description, they all showed amazing expressions. They rekindled their desire to have a little brother.

"It's so cool. I also want to have a little brother." Ruirui's face was full of envy, and his eyes were shining with the light of stars.

"But little tiger, since your little brother is so cute, why do you still have a pair of dark circles under your eyes? Why don't you sleep well." Xuanxuan asked puzzled.

"Yes, it was a little angel at first. I was always held by him, but I was tired of standing. I wanted to pull my finger out of his little hand, but as soon as I tried, he woke up and cried for a second. Poor me, I spent the whole night in intermittent crying. " Xiaohu's expression is quite helpless.

All the children showed incredible expressions. They didn't expect to become demon creatures for a second.

Others may not understand, but Xuanxuan knows this very well. There is this kind of creature. One second ago, she was a little angel, and the next second, she became a little devil. She also saw this kind of creature yesterday, aunt Pengye's little sister.

Xiaohu sighed a long sigh, and Xuanxuan sighed a long sigh together. Xiaohu is because her little brother has been born, but Xuanxuan is worried about the birth of her little sister.

......

Sichen media office building

"Brother Han, I've arranged everything. We've done everything around the robot cat. We didn't do it for others this time. We did it ourselves. You're too good at making money. In the past, President Meng was afraid of trouble and didn't want to do it by ourselves." Little Ponzi touched the back of his head and said with a smile.

Han Mo smiled and didn't speak.

In fact, he doesn't want to make money, but doesn't want to make money.

He didn't explain his ideas to Pang Xie. After Spiderman's surroundings were made for others, the commercial atmosphere was too strong. Businessmen did everything they could to make money. Some destroyed his original intention, and always felt that the image itself had changed.

Han Mo thought that Doraemon's image must not be made for other companies. They produce their own peripheral products, not to make money, but to give children a hope.

He believes that there will be many children all over the country and even in Asia. He hopes to have a Doraemon good friend. Even if he can't really have a time machine and a bamboo dragonfly, he also hopes to hold him while watching TV, hold him when sleeping, and watch him when doing his homework.

"Brother Han, how are you going to position our first batch of robotic cat products?" Little Ponzi asked casually.

There is a product manager to do this. Han Mo usually knows everything about the company, but it won't involve such a detailed work. Little Pang Xie asked Han Mo, just casually. He wanted to know what Han Mo thought, but this question has nothing to do with work. It's purely personal.

The listener has no intention. Han Mo has long considered this question, "answering questions is free."

"What?" Little pangxie thought he had heard wrong, "I said the periphery of Doraemon, our first batch of products."

Han Mo nodded slightly, "yes, that's what I'm talking about. I didn't sell the copyright because I didn't want to make money with this image. "

Han Mo wants to engage in an activity to let children participate, watch animation, answer questions, and then win Doraemon peripheral products by lottery. The first batch must be free. Later, he doesn't want to set the price too high. The cost is good. He doesn't point to this to make money.

"Brother Han, do you know why those companies are scrambling for the copyright of Doraemon?" Little Ponzi paused, "because of making money."

Han Mo didn't speak, but kept looking at little pangxie and waiting for him to continue.

"So, brother Han, what do you think? A piece of fat in the eyes of others, you give it away? " Little Pang Xie rubbed his face and suddenly smiled, "I see, brother Han, you did this on purpose. It's a marketing means, isn't it? Only this batch is free, and then you raise the price?" Little Ponzi smelled of copper.

"The later ones won't be free." Han Mo said with a smile.

Little Pang Xie patted his thigh, "I said, you must have your own sales plan."

Han Mo smashed his mouth, "just keep the capital in the back."

Seeing little pangxie's bitter face of eating yellow lotus, Han Mo simply told him his thoughts. Little pangxie's eyebrows didn't stop picking up. He was shocked. The last two eyebrows directly turned into embarrassing words.

Han Mo smiled and shook his head. Finally, he only said, "when you have children, you will understand."

Until he walked out of Han Mo's office, little pangxie was still embarrassed. He didn't even have a girlfriend. How can he understand a father's mind.

Han Mo reopened the plan in the computer, and his slender fingers typed quickly on the keyboard.

When the phone rang, there were not many people who knew Han Mo's mobile phone. They were all close people. He looked at the screen and connected the phone.