Chapter 360 Starts Tomorrow

The elderly always spoil their children. They may be able to discipline their children severely and harshly, but they are reluctant to say a cruel word to their own generation.

The two big and one small had a lot of fun playing in the playground. Although Shu Qiang was recovering from a serious illness, his previous sportsmanship and physical fitness were still there, and he was still good at shooting and challenging games.

"Grandpa didn't lie to Xuanxuan. Grandpa is really here. All the rules have changed. You can get a teddy bear if you hit all the boards. You can get a big prize if you hit all the arrows. Grandpa is awesome." He hugged the won toy happily and closed his mouth.

Shu Qiang is also happy. As long as his granddaughter is happy, he is also happy, especially the praise from his granddaughter, which is sweeter than eating honey.

The most rare thing is that Han Jun is also happy at this moment, because just now he got a sensor lamp for his granddaughter in the remote control robot trial game in the science and technology park.

Han Mo had bought similar toys for the little guy before, but the child was a little small and didn't play much. Han Jun stayed at home and had nothing to do. He played with the robot like a thief. Although it was not exactly the same as the one in the science and technology museum, it was similar.

Han Moai's strong hands-on ability is also inherited from Han Jun, so the old man easily won the small competition this time, and the little guy kept applauding and jumping on the side.

The three of them walked side by side facing the bright red sunset in the northern capital, returning with a full load.

The two old men showed a good performance in front of the little guy, and they felt very comfortable. Seeing Xuanxuan happy again, they both felt more comfortable.

And the little guy was the biggest winner today, holding the spoils in his hands, which was the biggest gain ever in the playground.

The red clouds on the horizon reflected on the faces of the three grandfathers and grandsons, embellishing everyone's smiles.

"Grandpa, grandpa, can we bring Xuanxuan to the playground every year, until Xuanxuan is so tall, so tall." The little guy stood on tiptoe and raised his arms high.

Xuanxuan went to the playground alone with her grandfather and grandfather, but they were not happy this time, so she always wanted to play with the three of them.

Shu Qiang sighed softly, although he really wanted to promise his granddaughter immediately, the promise was just "Okay". But Shu Qiang really didn't dare to make this empty promise to his granddaughter. Although the transplant was successful, Shu Qiang still held the attitude of living one more day after one day.

The more I wanted to be with my child for a longer time, the more uncomfortable I felt.

Han Jun didn't think about it too much, and replied directly, "Okay, as long as Xuan Xuan doesn't despise Grandpa's old age and can't walk anymore."

The little guy raised his head and said with a certain look, "How could Xuanxuan despise grandpa and grandpa? When Xuanxuan grows up, she will help grandpa and grandpa to play in the playground together."

The two old men were amused by the childish words of the little guy.

The little guy suddenly held his grandfather with one hand and his grandfather with the other, "In the future, Xuan Xuan will bring grandpa and grandpa to the playground to play together."

Shu Qiang, who was still thinking wildly, was held by the little guy's warm hands, his heart warmed and his nose sour.

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Han Mo counted the time and was about to pick up the second child and the first child to go home. Suddenly, he received a call from his father. The old man said confidently that he had taken everyone on the subway and would be home soon.

The distance from the playground to home is not too far, and Han Mo said a few more words before hanging up.

As soon as he put down his phone, Xiao Pang Xie walked into the office angrily.

Although Han Mo didn't talk much, he was not as strict as Meng Si to Xiao Pang, so Xiao Pang was also more comfortable. When there are people, it is called President Han, and when no one is there, it is still called Brother Han.

"Brother Han, have you read the comments on the Internet? I suspect that there is a navy leading the rhythm." Xiao Pang Xie turned the laptop's screen to Han Mo, his eyebrows twisted into twists.

Han Mo didn't pay much attention to the information on the Internet. He glanced at the screen, and the comments section was scrolling with messages from netizens.

The official WeChat account of Sichen Media has just announced a public welfare WeChat account about supporting the record industry.

Originally, it was to support the development of the record industry, and it was not news, but at this moment, the comments of netizens under Weike have nothing to do with this information of supporting the record industry.

"When did Sichen Media become a record company? I remember that Sichen Media started as a brokerage company, and later developed into a comprehensive media company. The most important part of its career is to invest in film and television dramas."

"Meng Si is gone, and Sichen Media is finished. Han Mo himself came from a singing background, so he can only go to the record industry."

"How easy is it to make a record, do you know how hard it is to make a movie that makes money?"

"It is estimated that after Meng Si leaves, we will never see the movies produced by Sichen Media again."

There are still many comments scrolling below, which means that Sichen Media, since Han Mo accepted it, has only focused on the record industry, and has gone darker and darker on the road of not making money.

Han Mo didn't look further down. The netizens said the same thing. In fact, what they said was more polite.

Xiao Pang Xie was not convinced, "What do these people think, how can we only make records, even if we make records, we will do the best. Sister Shu Ya's album is about to exceed 800,000 copies, and we can't pass it. How soon will it go platinum. If I say they're jealous of us."

The netizens may have been brought to the rhythm by caring people, but what netizens said without malicious intent had to think about it, and Han Mo was silent.

Han Mo didn't speak, Xiao Pang Xie thought that Han Mo was unhappy because others compared him to Meng Si, and quickly said, "Brother Han, you can't listen to their nonsense, Mr. Meng and you are originally two directions, Mr. Meng You are a manager, and you have a wide range of careers. You are in the music industry, and you must be inclined to the recording industry. You are specialized and skilled, and there is no comparison between the two."

Han Mo fell into his own thoughts for a long time, and didn't understand what Xiao Pang Xie said at all.

Xiao Pang Xie was even more anxious, slammed his mouth, "No matter what others say, I, Xiao Pang Xie, are the first to support Brother Han, let's not compare with Mr. Meng, just talk about the album and the output of fine songs. Much better than a lot of record companies, and…”

Xiao Pang Xie thought that Han Mo had been hit. He was really afraid that he would not be able to bear the pressure.

Han Mo suddenly raised his head and interrupted Xiao Pang Xie's words, "I happen to have a script, I will drive it out in the next two days, you are responsible for planning with the people from the film department, starting from tomorrow.

Xiao Pang Xie was still thinking about comforting Han Mo's sentence, but when he heard Han Mo's words, he was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe his ears, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Just... there is a script? These two days ... planning? Tomorrow?"

These words were connected in series, and Xiao Pang Xie just felt that his brain was buzzing, and he was half a beat slower, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm.