Beidu just ran back in the morning and saw the email received in the mailbox. Originally, it was just opened casually. I didn''t expect it to be such a good work.


    After a casual glance, he became fascinated. He didn''t wipe his sweat and clothes. He read all the manuscripts in a down-to-earth manner. At the moment, he just wanted to know who sent the manuscript, but the sender only wrote two letters, HM. There''s no other clue.


    “HM？” Zhang Liguo went through the names of all famous screenwriters in China, but he didn''t find anyone who followed the two letters.


    Zhang Liguo quickly dialed the phone of the deputy director, "search all the screenwriters in China. Is there any name related to HM? Yes, now, immediately, immediately, hurry up."


    Although it is too difficult to find a person just by two letters, he said a little embarrassed, "director Zhang, do you have any other clues? Your two letters are too abstract."


    "No, just these two letters. If you don''t find this man, you don''t have to come to me." Then he hung up the phone.


    Zhang Liguo knew the meaning of the play too well. He guessed that this part in his hand might only be a small part of the whole long story. There were still many foreshadows that had not been started. This small part was enough to attract him crazy.


    Before, I just thought the legend of the Red Princess was very good and novel, which was very different from other TV dramas, but after reading this story, I couldn''t watch the previous legend of the red princess at all.


    Zhang Liguo turned to the first page again and read it again. Many works are also wonderful, but he can only read it once, and it will be dull to read it again. However, he was surprised to find that even if he had just read the story, he was still deeply attracted by it for the second time, like magic, and didn''t want to miss a word.


    No one knows better than Zhang Liguo what a good script means to a director.


    He must find the person who sends e-mail to himself. He must find him.


    Suddenly, Zhang Liguo''s cell phone rang, beating the name of the deputy director. He immediately connected the phone.


    "Did you find it? Do you know who it is? " Zhang Liguo said excitedly.


    "No, No. I turned over all the scriptwriters that have been recorded. There is nothing related to these two letters. Where did you get these two letters? Will the information be wrong? " The deputy director asked strangely.


    "There will be no mistake. If it is not in the screenwriter, you will continue to expand the scope and be sure to find it for me." Zhang Liguo said in a commanding tone.


    After hanging up the phone, he looked at the sender carefully. His two eyebrows were twisted into a twist. He wanted to know who the sender was and what the next plot was. This was the first time Zhang Liguo looked at the script not with critical eyes, but with the mentality of a reader.


    Zhang Liguo kept muttering, HM, HM


    When Han Mo walked into the elevator, he had already heard about Zhang Liguo''s work and rest. He knew that he had the habit of running in the morning every morning, and then went directly to the studio. Therefore, Han Mo sent the first draft to Zhang Liguo early in the morning.


    At this meeting, Zhang Liguo was still chanting and repeating two letters. Suddenly Han Mo stood at the door of his office, which really startled him.


    "Hello, director Zhang." Han Mo went to Zhang Liguo and took the initiative to reach out to the stunned Zhang Liguo.


    Although Zhang Liguo only works as a director and has little contact with singers, Han Mo is really popular in looking for a good voice. Now few people in the circle don''t know him. Zhang Liguo naturally knows Han Mo, but it''s strange why han Mo appears in his office. The two people have no intersection at all.


    "Han Mo? Hello, hello. "