Chapter 249

The speed of Apple TV and Beidu TV is very fast. The publicity of TV dramas in the early stage is sufficient. Coupled with the ground publicity of Weihu video, the popularity of the legend of Zhen Huan has reached the point of becoming popular before broadcasting.

This kind of thing is similar to the two phenomena often mentioned before. One is a child prodigy, who has made great achievements at a very young age. He went to college at the age of 14 or 15, but few have really gone up since then. There are also child stars, who are famous from a very young age, but can still be popular when they grow up. Except for a few, most of them have disappeared.

The story of Zhen Huan is like this. The early voice is too high, and the audience has high expectations for her. It is like a child star. Once broadcast, it is subject to the ratings. If the effect after broadcast does not meet everyone's expectations, it is likely to encounter a Waterloo of public praise.

As a non famous crosstalk actor said, peers are the naked enemy.

The enemy of legend of Zhen Huan is all other TV dramas on the same schedule.

Meng Si wore an orange yellow suit, white trousers, and cut hair before the last day. It was a bit unnatural. Meng Si saw everyone make complaints about it. No one could save his hair in the whole universe, because he had asked for numerous times of the Han and Mo, and he refused all the time.

Meng Si habitually stroked his seemingly indistinct bangs while seriously browsing the web and reading the news on the Internet to Han Mo from time to time.

Han Mo has been watching the monitor of children's kindergarten through mobile phone software to see what the little guy is doing.

As long as Han Mo comes, Xiao pangxie will come to Meng Si's office intentionally or unintentionally. His enthusiasm for Han Mo is as good as his favorite sister. Han Mo has been busy with TV dramas recently.

"The Weihu video really cost money. I went out of our community today. My uncle and aunt at the door were discussing the legend of Zhen Huan to be broadcast tonight." There was a smile about to cut the sky on little pangxie's fat face, and the whole face was big again.

Meng Si quickly browsed the web and said, "the landing publicity of Weihu video is really good, but most of the TV dramas watched on the video website are young people, but they just cooperate with the publicity of the TV station."

Apple TV and North Du TV station bought the first round of broadcasting copyright of The Legend of Zhen Huan, but they were also competitors. The two sides played almost the same time. Then, which channel was the common people themselves has the final say, the two big TV is also secretly competing, of course, these are good for The Legend of Zhen Huan.

"What a shame." Meng Simeng patted the table with his hands on his hips, "Li Sheng is still taking advantage of our heat at this time."

Pang Xie quickly looked over. It turned out that a small group of people on the Internet began to remind everyone that the legend of the red princess would also be broadcast by broadcasting the legend of Zhen Huan.

"It is said that the reduced legend of the red princess is also broadcast today."

"How can the legend of the red imperial concubine be compared with the legend of Zhen Huan? It's two levels."

"Have you seen the two TV dramas? No one has seen it now. How can we say that the legend of the red princess is not good-looking? The cast is very strong. I don't think it's not good-looking. "

"Then watch both TV dramas. They may be good-looking."

"It may not be good-looking. Now many films and TV dramas are thunder, little rain, good publicity means and poor content."

"I think the story of Zhen Huan is like that. The popularity gained through hype in the early stage is flashy."

"At the beginning, I knew that the biography of Zhen Huan was also because Zhang Liguo changed his job from the legend of the red imperial concubine."

There are people with rhythm on the Internet, and everyone draws their attention back to the contradiction between the previous two TV dramas. Although they also mentioned a lot of negative news about the legend of the Red Princess, it reminds the audience who are easy to lose their memory of the TV drama again.

Little Pang Xie was also very angry. The little fat face who had just smiled turned into a steamed stuffed bun and spat, "it's shameless. He doesn't have the ability. He has to rush the schedule to show it with us. Which blind TV station still buys their copyright."

Han Mo casually turned over the comments and smiled, "it doesn't matter. It's broadcast today. These heat rubbed up before the broadcast."

Meng Si couldn't stand Han Mo's smile. As long as Han Mo had such a beating smile, he must have developed as he expected and didn't run.

Han Mo breathed a sigh. In the evening, the golden file, Apple TV, Beidu TV and Weihu video will broadcast the legend of Zhen Huan at the same time. Han Mo is very confident in the TV play. After the plot is slightly changed by him, it is more in line with the taste of the audience in the world. He has nothing to worry about.

"I said little Mo Mo, why is your heart so big? I'm not afraid that if you make a mistake, our TV play is not as good as you expected?" Meng Si is also confident in the legend of Zhen Huan. He is still uncomfortable when he sees some comments on the Internet. He is even more upset when he finds that Han Mo doesn't care at all.

Little pangxie also stared. He was more worried than Meng Si. Although he did not participate in the production of the TV play, he did not worry less. Some people said bad things about the biography of Zhen Huan on the Internet. Little Pang Xie was the first to fight back. If someone rubbed the heat, he would crack down severely. If someone was optimistic about the biography of Zhen Huan, he would strongly agree.

Seeing that Han Mo didn't care about the comments on the Internet, little pangxie was more surprised than Meng Si.

"Brother Han, why don't you care? These sailors are too rampant. I'll hire some sailors and flood them. "

Meng si used to resist the Navy. This time, Pang Xie finished, but he didn't respond. He also watched Han Mo waiting for his reply.

The first time they shared a common hatred, they waited for Han Mo to speak, thinking that as long as Han Mo spoke, they would fuck him.

"You all said that the comments on the Internet were made by the Navy. What's to worry about? Like them, we have reduced the grade of our works. They won't jump for long." Han Mo was like a mirror in his heart. Now the more he danced, the louder he hit his face after the broadcast.

Han Mo said that Meng Si also understood the truth. However, he was angry for a moment. He touched his hair for the nth time and made a lot of hair wax on his head. Meng Si's face was full of praise for his narcissism today. Hit his mouth, "OK, since you are so confident, I won't say much, little Mo Mo, I'm optimistic about you."

Han Mo glanced at him, but shook his head slightly. He looked at the time. It was time to pick up the little guy from school and prepare to get up and leave.

Suddenly Meng Si's mobile phone rang, and three big words were prominently displayed on the screen. These were three words that frightened Meng Si when he heard the wind. His ugly expression just froze on his face. Before he had time to retreat, an ominous premonition suddenly enveloped his whole body.

"Xiao Pang, I'll withdraw first. If someone comes to me, you can say..."

"Say you're not here, are you?" Suddenly someone answered.

Meng Si nodded and said, "yes, I'm not here..." just wanted to run away, he suddenly found little pangxie standing at attention and winking at him, but he didn't speak at all. Who said that just now.

It's... She!

Ah!

Meng Si screamed.

"Brother Han, be careful when you drive." As if nothing had happened, little Ponzi gently took the door of Munce's office.

Han Mo glanced playfully at the crack of the door that became smaller and smaller with the action of closing the door.

They left tacitly, as if they hadn't seen anyone go in just now.

The continuous scream echoed in the corrido