My house collapsed from the top, and the system just came?

[The end of "Peak", the music world finally ended the era of madness]

[Wang Mo won the "Peak Subversion Award" and was jokingly called the "Crazy Award" by netizens]

[Wang Mo has greatly improved the level of the Chinese music scene]

[It is said that many singers on "Peak" have joined Yunhai Media]

[The uncrowned king of the singing world: Wang Mo]

After "Song of the Peak, King of the Peak" ended, all kinds of news dominated the hot searches for several days before the popularity slowly dissipated.

Especially after a marketing account revealed that Wang Mo kidnapped all the instantly famous singers such as Cao Bin and Miao Xiaoxia, and even snatched more than 20 newcomers Miao Zi from Mango Channel, the entire network was in an uproar.

No wonder the last time the media was envious of Mango Channel, Mango Channel said nothing.

It turns out that there is something difficult to say...

On the other hand, when competitors such as Tomato Channel and Blue Channel heard the news, all the senior executives were so surprised that they almost beat the gongs and drums.

Wang Mo, a good man.

Otherwise, if Mango Channel attracts so many top singers, the future of these TV stations will probably become increasingly difficult.

As for Yunhai Media.

Of course it’s Xi Da Pu Ben.

New Ministry.

When Yuan Xiong saw all the fresh blood, he laughed so hard that his mouth split.

Because the more than 20 newcomers Wang Mo brought from Mango Channel were all carefully selected by Mango Channel from all over the country. Although they have not debuted yet, their foundations are all first-class and solid. Such people can make their debut as long as they are packaged a little bit.

As for Cao Bin, Miao Xiaoxia, Gao Qi, Liu Shufang and others, they have already become famous all over the world, and they can be called gods with one song. These people do not need to invest resources, they only need to open the bag to collect money.

It can be said that through Wang Mo's actions, the artist department of the new department will probably become the first in Yunhai Media.

Some people said: No surprise, in just one or two years, after this group of artists grow up, Wang Mo's shares in Yunhai Media may increase again, and there is no problem if the holding ratio exceeds 3%.

Now, the largest individual holding ratio of Yunhai Media is less than 6.3%.

So some people joked: In a few years, will Wang Mo's shares exceed 6.3% and become the largest individual shareholder of Yunhai Media?

If this is really the case, I am afraid it will create the biggest miracle of Huaxia Finance.

…

night.

Wang Mo was delighted when he saw the news.

Largest individual shareholder?

What nonsense!

Wang Mo raised his eyebrows, how could the maximum individual shareholding be enough? right?

Just as his mind was racing, his cell phone rang.

Taking a closer look, it was He Zhixing calling.

Wang Mo quickly answered the phone: "Mr. He."

He Zhixing smiled and said: "Congratulations, you have become the uncrowned king of the music world."

Wang Mo: "Hey! It's all nonsense from the media."

He Zhixing: "I'm not talking nonsense. I listened to your last song, and the voice really shocked me. I heard that it was a dolphin sound? I even called Lao Zhao specifically to ask, and Lao Zhao said You are the only one in China who can sing the sound of dolphins. With a voice as talented as yours, what are you other than the uncrowned king?"

"Ahem..."

Wang Mo thought to himself: It’s all thanks to the system.

But the roar of this voice was worth it, even though he paid 3 million in reputation for this song. But after he performed on stage, his reputation increased by more than three million overnight.

This proves that there is reward only if you pay, and the more you pay, the greater the reward.

He Zhixing said a few words and then changed the subject: "Xiao Wang, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival again soon. Are you going home?"

Wang Mo shook his head: "I won't reply."

Although the Mid-Autumn Festival is the day of reunion, how many people working outside return home?

He Zhixing sighed: "Sure enough, how can you have time to go home now? But the Mid-Autumn Festival has changed a lot because of you. Last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, you amazed the whole of China with your song "Shui Tiao Song Tou·When Will the Bright Moon Come?" .The Mid-Autumn Festival is here this year, and its shadow is everywhere in TV, media, online, and offline. You can hear the chanting "I hope people can share the beauty of the moon together for a long time" everywhere. When you see "When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky for your wine" 's poem. In this regard, you are amazing."

Literati pursue fame all their lives.

If you have a poem or an article that can be accepted by the general public and then be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it is the highest honor that a literary person can receive.

And now, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" written by Wang Mo has obviously achieved this. If this poem can become an integral part of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the future, it may even go down in history.

Therefore, even when He Zhixing said this, there was strong envy in his voice.

Chatted for a while.

He Zhixing asked: "Are you going to work overtime at the company during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Wang Mo said: "No, I'm going to the capital to do something."

Since the early stage filming of "Kung Fu" has already been completed, the post-production special effects production package was given to a top Chinese special effects company in Beijing. So this time Wang Mo was busy after finishing the "Peak" program. Prepare to go there immediately and personally supervise the other party's production.

He Zhixing's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Oh? That's a good relationship. Then you come to my place to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. It just so happens that Tongtong has missed you for a long time, and she always asks me why you haven't come to see her."

Wang Mo thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay."

He Zhixing: "It just so happens that I also have some literary issues that I want to discuss with you."

Wang Mo: "Okay."

He thought that He Zhixing's last sentence was the focus of today's call.

But Wang Mo thought for a long time and didn't know what kind of literary issues He Zhixing wanted to discuss with him. It seems that we will only know after we go to the capital.

…

The next day.

Wang Mo boarded the plane to the capital.

As soon as he arrived in Beijing, he came to the "Kung Fu" special effects production company and stayed here for three days. During the three days, he spent almost all of his time in the company, instructing the other party's post-production special effects artists on how to create special effects.

for example:

The special effects of a blind man killing people with his musical skills.

The special effects of the ultimate killer's kick.

The special effects of Tathagata Palm.

Wang Mo was generally very satisfied with the special effects company that Yuan Xiong found. The special effects level was quite high. In addition, the special effects of "Kung Fu" were not very difficult, so Wang Mo only stayed for three days and then left.

Then, go straight to the connoisseur of Hezhi.

now.

Just in time for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The entire capital is enveloped in a strong Mid-Autumn Festival atmosphere.

Wang Mo could hear the singing of "May I Live Longer" along the way. Sure enough, this song has become the standard song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Come to the connoisseurs of Hezhi in the north of Qing Dynasty.

From a distance, I saw a small fiery red figure running towards me.

"Brother, brother."

It was Tongtong.

The little Loli was wearing a bright red festive dress and running from a distance.

We haven't seen each other for nearly two years. Tongtong is nearly a head taller than last time, but in Wang Mo's eyes, she is still a small girl, walking very fast with her short legs.

Uh-huh!

I saw Tongtong rushing over.

Wang Mo picked her up and said with a smile, "Does Tongtong miss your brother?"

"snort!"

Tongtong suddenly snorted: "Tongtong thinks about brother every day, for a long time. It's because you don't miss me, brother, that's why you don't come to see me. When you left last time, you said you would come right away. The result is over It’s been almost two years since I came here. My brother is lying!”

"Ahem."

Wang Mo didn't expect that Tongtong was no longer as easy to deceive as when he was three years old. He could tell the difference between one year and two.

But he never expected that Tongtong would still be so close to him after not seeing him for so long. He Zhixing, who was not far away, was very delicious.

After entering the door.

Wang Mo finally coaxed Tongtong away, then looked at He Zhixing and couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. He, what kind of literary issues do you want to tell me?"

He Zhixing looked at Wang Mo's anxious look and smiled: "Actually, it's no big deal. I just want to ask you, what kind of fairy tales were you exposed to when you were a child?"

fairy tales?

Wang Mo was stunned, a little caught off guard by this question.

Before he came, he had thought about any questions about literature, and even thought about the height of the Nobel Prize, but he did not expect that He Zhixing would ask about fairy tales.

After racking his brains to search for the memories of his predecessor, he said helplessly: "I can't remember some of them. It seems like the puppy Beibei and the piglet love to run or something?"

"Um."

He Zhixing nodded, not noticing Wang Mo's strange expression, and sighed: "Actually, these fairy tales are indeed the memories of your younger generation. Tongtong and the others are still listening to them now. But recently I have noticed a problem: there are many Classic fairy tales are very old. Now when children listen to fairy tales, they have either already developed aesthetic fatigue, or they are listening to the latest works of young fairy tale writers."

Wang Mo's heart skipped a beat.

It turned out that this was what Mr. He came to discuss with him.

But how can he help?

He Zhixing continued: "It's just that these young fairy tale writers seem to have some radical ideas when writing fairy tales, which makes many parents dissatisfied. For example, some parents said that the little girl in "Puppy Beibei" The dog actually hit other puppies with a shovel, so that the children would imitate it after seeing it. It is very bad and must be changed... etc. But if it is changed like this, the entire fairy tale market will be modified too much. But it won’t work if we don’t change it, and if we don’t change it, the parents’ opinions will be very big.”

Hear this.

Wang Mo understood somewhat.

He thought of his previous life, and it seemed that similar problems had occurred.

The most classic one is "Xi Yangyang and Big Big Wolf", in which the red wolf often hits the gray wolf with a pan.

"Bear Bears" even used swear words in the film.

Many parents were dissatisfied and had to correct the content in the end.

He Zhixing said: "Now this matter has become quite a big deal, and then the officials found me, asked for my opinion, and asked me if I wanted to make a major rectification of the fairy tale market. But I dare not make a decision easily. Because I know that once corrected, it will lead to more and bigger problems.

First: Our fairy tales and children's cartoons are already in their infancy. If they are rectified, it may cause a devastating blow.

Second: But if not corrected, these stories may have a negative impact on the next generation. "

After a pause, He Zhixing sighed and said: "That's why I came to you to ask your opinion on this matter. After all, you are a young person, and you are closer to the thinking of children than us old people, and you are also better able to understand The thoughts of young people. What do you think should be done about this matter?"

Wang Mo didn't expect that He Zhixing would value his opinion so much.

He was deep in thought.

In his previous life, what he knew was that "Xi Yangyang and Big Big Wolf" and "Bear Infested" did eventually undergo a major content overhaul.

After the rectification, the Red Wolf became gentle, the Gray Wolf became less evil, and Bald Qiang also kissed the Xiong Daxiong Er family. However, the animation also lost its soul, became mediocre and boring, and then slowly declined.

Even bad guys are not allowed to exist, which makes Wang Mo feel very helpless.

Think of this.

Wang Mo asked: "Mr. He, let me go and take a look at these reported fairy tales and cartoons first."

"OK."

He Zhixing nodded and brought the reported content to Wang Mo.

Two hours later.

Wang Mo already had some understanding of the matter. In fact, the contents reported were similar to those in the previous life. Parents felt that some contents in some fairy tales or cartoons were too vulgar and believed that they would teach bad children.

"A parent with a glass heart."

Wang Mo cursed in his heart. Sure enough, even if the world has changed, the glassy heart of many parents has not changed.

If we look at it from the perspective of these parents, there are no qualified fairy tales in the world.

The poisonous apple in Snow White.

In "The Little Match Girl" there are children playing with fire.

"The Emperor's New Clothes" teaches bad boys not to wear clothes.

There are all kinds of problems anyway.

He pondered for a while and asked tentatively: "Mr. He, what do you mean?"

He Zhixing sighed: "Maybe it needs to be changed. Parents have too many opinions and can't suppress it."

Wang Mo understood.

He suddenly smiled and said: "Then change it."

He Zhixing raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Do you support the change?"

Wang Mo shook his head: "I don't support it."

He Zhixing: "Then you want me to change it again?"

Wang Mo: "As you just said, if you can't suppress it without making changes, then you will definitely have to make corrections."

He Zhixing sighed again: "But if it is changed, I'm worried that our fairy tale industry, which has finally made some progress, will be severely hit."

Wang Mo snapped his fingers and vowed: "You don't have to worry at all. If you are afraid that these fairy tales will not work, then why not just create better fairy tales?"

"..."

He Zhixing looked at Wang Mo helplessly.

He rubbed his brows and then said: "You kid, do you really think it's easy to write a fairy tale? Don't look at it. Every fairy tale is very childish and easy to understand. It's ridiculously simple. Even many famous fairy tales are very simple. Fairy tales are only a few hundred words long. But they are all created by fairy tale masters after thousands of efforts. Each one is a masterpiece that has been tested for countless times. After all, there are too many aspects to consider when it comes to children's things. .”

Wang Mo nodded: "I know."

He Zhixing said angrily: "You know that and you still say that? Let me give you an example: You are called the uncrowned king of Chinese music, but if I ask you to write a children's song, you will definitely not..."

Just in the middle of speaking, He Zhixing suddenly remembered that Wang Mo had written the children's song "Growing Flowers in the Garden" a long time ago.

and.

Next to him, Tongtong was still finishing his wounds: "I love you walking alone in a dark alley, I love the way you don't kneel..."

"..."

He Zhixing paused and coughed: "Let me change an example: you can write "Praise to Poplar" or a profound literary work like "Haiyan". But if I really want you to write a fairy tale, you Definitely not."

fairy tales?

Next to him, Tongtong seemed to remember something when he heard these words: "Brother, brother, didn't you say you wanted to tell Tongtong fairy tales when you came here last time? I want to listen."

He Zhixing said quickly: "Tongtong, grandpa is talking to my brother about something. Can I let him tell you "Puppy Beibei" later?"

Tongtong: "I don't want to listen to the puppy Beibei, I'm tired of hearing it."

He Zhixing said kindly: "Then let me tell you that little pigs love to run away?"

Tongtong pouted: "I don't want it either, I'm tired of hearing it."

He Zhixing: "Then what story do you want to hear?"

Tongtong: "I want my brother to tell me fairy tales that I have never heard before."

He Zhixing looked a little embarrassed and was about to make a move to get Tongtong to go away.

Then I heard Wang Mo smile and say: "No problem, now brother will tell you a brand new fairy tale, okay?"

Tongtong blinked: "I've never heard of it."

Wang Mo: "I promise I haven't heard of it."

Hearing this, Tongtong immediately clapped her hands and cheered: "I want to listen, I want to listen."

Seeing Wang Mo's vow, He Zhixing quickly came over and whispered: "Xiao Wang, you must not talk big words. Tongtong has been listening to fairy tales since he was one year old. Now let alone domestic fairy tales, all She has basically heard fairy tales from all over the world. It would be a bit difficult for her to find a fairy tale that she has never heard of."

Wang Mo, however, vowed: "Mr. He, don't worry, she must have never heard of my fairy tale."

"……Fine."

The ignorant are fearless.

He Zhixing thought: You have no idea how many fairy tales Tongtong has heard.

Wang Mo thought to himself: You don't even know how scary the time traveler is.

joke!

Even without a system, he can pick up many classic fairy tales at his fingertips, let alone Tongtong, which is guaranteed to be unheard of by anyone in Blue Star.

Soon, Tongtong took a small stool and sat opposite Wang Mo, holding his chin and staring at him with two big eyes.

Wang Mo smiled and said: "Tongtong, I remember that you love painting the most, right?"

Tongtong nodded vigorously: "Yes, I like painting the most. My painting was even praised by the teacher."

Wang Mo smiled and said: "Then let's tell a fairy tale related to painting today."

"Is it related to painting?"

Even He Zhixing was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and started racking his brains to think, what classic fairy tales are about painting?

Tongtong was equally confused.

Wang Mo showed a confident look and his voice became louder: "Listen carefully, the story I'm telling is called "Ma Liang, the Magic Brush"."

God Pen Horse!

That's right, Wang Mo didn't tell any foreign fairy tales, but brought up this ancient Chinese mythology that was talked about by countless children in previous lives.

Since it is also China now, of course he will tell Tongtong Chinese fairy tales, and let the classic Chinese fairy tales from the past life take root here.

Hear the name.

He Zhixing was stunned, what kind of fairy tale is this?

Which country?

Whose work?

It seems a little strange.

But Tongtong clapped his hands and said, "Wow, I really haven't heard of it. Brother, please tell me."

Wang Mo coughed lightly and began to tell a story: "Once upon a time, there was a child named Ma Liang. His father and mother had died long ago, and he relied on himself to collect firewood and cut grass. He liked to learn painting since he was a child, but he couldn't even draw a painting. There’s no pen either!”

Tongtong quickly entered a state of concentration and listened carefully.

"One day, he walked past the entrance of a school and saw the county magistrate in the yamen, holding a pen and drawing..."

"From then on, he made up his mind to learn painting and practiced hard every day..."

"I don't know when, there was a burst of colorful light in the cave, and an old man with a white beard came and gave him a pen: 'This is a magic pen, use it well!' Ma Liang took it and Look, the pen is golden and heavy in his hand. He jumped up with joy: 'Thank you, grandpa,...' Before Ma Liang could finish his words, the old man with the white beard had disappeared."

Hear this.

Tongtong's eyes were widened with surprise on his face.

But He Zhixing had long been stunned, because he seemed to have never heard of this fairy tale. This made his heart skip a beat, because he was originally China's top literary master, and with Tongtong's relationship, looking around the world, there were definitely very few fairy tales that he had never heard of.

Maybe he hasn't heard of some obscure fairy tales, but as long as they are slightly famous, he will definitely know them.

However, the "Magical Pen Ma Liang" that Wang Mo was talking about at this moment was extremely unfamiliar to him.

"He drew a bird with a pen. The bird flapped its wings, flew into the sky, and sang to him. He drew a fish with a pen. The fish curved its tail, swam into the water, and swayed to him. The ground dances..."

"With this magic pen, Ma Liang draws pictures for the poor people in the village every day: if the family does not have a plow, he will draw a plow for them; if the family does not have a plow, he will draw a plow for them; if a family does not have a water tanker, he will draw a plow for them. , he would draw a waterwheel for him; if anyone’s house did not have a stone mill, he would draw a stone mill for them..."

Wang Mo spoke vividly.

Tongtong was amazed after hearing this.

The story of Ma Liang, the magic pen, has already conquered the little girl.

Her eyes were full of stars, and her round face was full of excitement. At a young age, her heart had already followed Wang Mo's stories, and she was so attracted by Ma Liang's magic pen in the story.

As for He Zhixing, he was completely stupid.

Although Wang Mo was only telling part of the story at this moment, from his perspective, he could easily tell that the quality of this fairy tale was not inferior to any classic fairy tale.

The creativity of this magic pen alone is enough to make it a classic.

However, he had never heard of this fairy tale before.

"Could it be..."

He Zhixing's initial disbelief turned into astonishment, and then his pupils slowly began to tremble.

"Seeing that he was about to chase him, Ma Liang didn't panic and drew a bow and an arrow with his magic brush. As soon as the arrow was strung, there was a "swish" sound, and it hit the county magistrate's throat. The magistrate turned over and fell off his horse. "

now.

Wang Mo has already talked about the episode where Ma Liang was chased by the county magistrate, but used the magic pen to eliminate the magistrate.

When she began to hear that Ma Liang had been arrested, the little Loli clenched her hands in fear. It wasn't until I heard that Ma Liang finally eliminated the county magistrate and successfully escaped that I clapped my hands and applauded.

Obviously, Tongtong has already sunk into the story at this moment.

"The local officials immediately reported the matter to the emperor. The emperor issued an imperial edict and sent someone to summon him to Kyoto. Ma Liang refused to go, so they took him away..."

Hearing this, Tongtong suddenly became nervous again.

then.

The storyline becomes more ups and downs.

The emperor began to force Ma Liang to paint, and even snatched Ma Liang's brush away to paint Jinshan himself.

The greedy emperor became more and more arrogant.

But in the end, he couldn't master the brush well, so he had to release Ma Liang and let Ma Liang paint a money tree. But Ma Liang did not listen to the emperor's words. He just drew a sea and a money tree in the middle of the sea. The greedy emperor asked Ma Liang to draw a boat, and then he hurriedly drove the boat to find the money tree. In the end, he drowned in the sea due to the strong wind.

"After the emperor died, the story of "Ma Liang, the Magic Brush" spread. However, no one knew where Ma Liang went after that. Some said: He returned to his hometown and met those who farmed. Friends together. Some said: He wandered around and painted pictures for many poor people."

The story of Ma Liang, the magic pen, has more than 2,000 words, and it took Wang Mo several minutes to finish.

Until he finished speaking, Tongtong's eyes were wide open and full of stars, obviously still immersed in the story.

Only He Zhixing looked at Wang Mo with a complicated expression, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Wang, this... fairy tale, did you... write it?"