Chapter 122: Let him play; the show is destined to be a flop anyway.

The conference room was filled with laughter. The executives were clearly amused by Wang Mo’s recent remarks.

Beside Wang Mo, Yang Hua nearly choked on his own saliva. He gave Wang Mo a complicated look, thinking to himself, "He really is a newborn calf that isn't afraid of the tiger. If I had suggested such a concept, President Tang would have fired me on the spot. Wang Mo really has the guts to say anything. Asking four or five-year-old children to participate in a variety show... ahem."

As he pondered this, Yang Hua shook his head helplessly. How did Wang Mo even come up with such an idea? But then, on second thought, perhaps it was precisely this unconstrained, imaginative thinking that had led to the success of the Gao Niu promotional strategy.

Indeed.

After a brief chuckle, Tang Tang offered some praise: "While Xiao Wang’s idea is somewhat impractical, it does open up a brand-new line of thinking, and that kind of performance is worth affirming. When our thinking hits a dead end, we need unique ideas like Xiao Wang’s to spark a brainstorming session. Perhaps it is within such brainstorming that a truly great concept might unexpectedly emerge."

The smiles on everyone’s faces faded as they grew thoughtful.

"President Tang is right."
"Although Xiao Wang’s idea is unconventional, it did trigger some inspiration for me."
"I was being superficial."
"But regardless, having children participate in an outdoor reality show is still too absurd."
"..."

Tang Tao looked at Wang Mo: "Xiao Wang, thank you for your suggestion. Have a seat, let’s continue the meeting."

However, Wang Mo did not sit down. He looked at Tang Tao with burning intensity: "President Tang, I am serious."

Tang Tao said gently: "I know you are serious, but your suggestion is simply unfeasible."

Wang Mo: "But I think it is feasible."

Nearby, cold sweat broke out on Yang Hua’s back. He frantically signaled to Wang Mo with his eyes and even reached out to tug at him under the table, hoping he would know when to quit.

*Big brother! What are you doing? President Tang has already given you a way out, yet you refuse to take it. Are you trying to pick a fight with him?*

Fortunately, after hearing Wang Mo’s words, Tang Tao did not get angry. He smiled instead: "Oh? And why do you think it is feasible?"

Wang Mo replied: "Just because of its novelty. Currently, whether domestically or abroad, there is no such parent-child reality show. Therefore, I believe if it could be produced, it would have a strong market."

Tang Tao continued to smile: "I don't deny your creativity, but you are still being idealistic. Not to mention whether children of that age can produce enough entertainment value to attract an audience, just based on their age, I doubt many stars in China would be willing to participate. Currently, celebrities in China protect their children tightly; they don't even want to post photos of their faces online, let alone let them appear on screen. You want them to bring their children to film a show? It’s simply impossible."

Wang Mo knew that Tang Tao was speaking the truth. In his previous life, after Mango TV bought the rights to *Dad! Where Are We Going?*, it took them eight full months of exhausting effort and persuasion to gather five pairs of celebrity parents and their children.

But at this moment, Wang Mo certainly could not agree with Tang Tao. He said earnestly: "It is precisely because everyone thinks it is impossible that, if it is successfully filmed, it will create the most stunning effect, don't you think?"

These words left Tang Tao stunned. Subconsciously, he had wanted to reject Wang Mo’s outlandish idea. But suddenly, his mind changed for some inexplicable reason. He smiled slightly: "Xiao Wang, since you are so confident in your idea, I will give you one million in funding to plan this program. You can have whatever personnel or resources you need; the company will support you. In half a month, submit a detailed proposal for *Dad! Where Are We Going?* to me. If the proposal is viable, you will be given full authority over the show. How about it?"

The room was left in shock. Many stared at Tang Tao, as if they had heard something unbelievable. Even Wang Mo was stunned. Before entering the meeting, he had only been thinking about how to present *Dad! Where Are We Going?* to gain the company's attention. He had never dreamed that Tang Tao would grant him full responsibility for the show.

He had originally thought he would, at best, be a planner for the program. But now, he was the lead producer. Others might not understand the potential of *Dad! Where Are We Going?*, but he certainly did. By then, his weight as the lead producer would likely be greater than Liu Zhengwen’s.

"Okay," Wang Mo agreed immediately. His heart was racing: *It must be—it must be the Luck Fruit at work.*

...

Half an hour later, the meeting concluded. The issue regarding *Youth and Maturity: A Collision of Two Generations* remained unresolved, but inspired by Wang Mo’s input, many had found new ideas and would likely finish the task soon.

Of course, what shocked everyone most was Tang Tao’s attitude toward Wang Mo. After the meeting, Executive Producer Ding Jian, Deputy Executive Producer Deng Zhiyong, and several others stayed behind.

Ding Jian frowned: "President Tang, that variety show concept Wang Mo proposed is clearly impractical. Why did you approve the funding and let him mess around?"

Tang Tao asked: "Did you notice his eyes when he was speaking?"

Ding Jian shook his head; he was too far away and nearsighted, so he couldn't see Wang Mo’s expression clearly.

However, Chief Planner Fan Yuan spoke up: "I saw it. His eyes were very firm. It was as if he was saying that all his ideas were correct and perfect."

"Exactly!" Tang Tao clapped his hands: "That was the look. Therefore, if I had belittled his idea into nothingness, it would have been a severe blow to his confidence, and that is not a good thing."

The others looked at him with strange expressions. *Don't you usually crush our spirits? Why can't you crush Wang Mo's?*

Tang Tao seemed to anticipate their thoughts and said in a deep voice: "I assume you all know that Wang Mo is the treasure of the Music Department. His talent for composition far exceeds the norm. In the past few months, he has helped launch four of the company’s singers, creating tens of millions in direct and indirect profit. If I were to crush his confidence and prevent him from performing in the future, Old Zhao from the Music Department would come and tear me apart."

"So?" Ding Jian began to understand.

Tang Tao nodded: "Young people are proud and high-spirited. But they are also likely to fall into a slump if they are hit hard. So, to avoid that, I decided to go along with Wang Mo, give him a million, and let him play. Given the value he has created for the company, a mere million is nothing."

Everyone realized what was happening.

Ding Jian coughed awkwardly: "When I saw you supporting Wang Mo, I thought you were actually optimistic about his variety show idea."

Tang Tao laughed: "If I were truly optimistic about this show, I wouldn't have handed it over to Wang Mo to be in charge of."

"That's true." Ding Jian patted his forehead; he hadn't thought of that. Since Tang Tao had promised to hand a variety show to Wang Mo, who knew nothing about such productions, it was clear he didn't take the show seriously at all.

*Let him play. Give Wang Mo a million and let him have his fun. Once he's happy, he'll go back to writing good songs, and the value he creates then will be far greater than one million.*

...

Time flew by, and ten days passed.

During these ten days, the Variety Department finally finalized the plan for *Youth and Maturity: A Collision of Two Generations*, incorporating some creative content. It passed the review by Mango TV and was about to enter the formal production stage.

With the major task handled, everyone relaxed. Even Tang Tao was in high spirits, smiling all day long.

That day, as Tang Tao sat in his office contemplating whether to host a celebration banquet for his staff, he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Soon, he saw Wang Mo walk in carrying a thick folder.

Tang Tao said, "Oh? Xiao Wang, is something the matter?"

Wang Mo handed over the folder: "President Tang, I have written the detailed proposal for *Dad! Where Are We Going?*. Please take a look."

"What?" Tang Tao didn't react at first; he had long since put the matter of Wang Mo’s variety show proposal to the back of his mind.

After a few seconds of silence, he realized what was happening and offered a bright smile: "You wrote it so quickly? Fine, let me see."

He found it somewhat amusing in his heart. Their entire Variety Department, with dozens of participants and over a hundred meetings, had taken a month and a half to finalize the plan for *Youth and Maturity*. Yet, Wang Mo had finished this so-called *Dad! Where Are We Going?* in just ten days. How good could the quality possibly be?

Of course, Tang Tao acted very serious on the surface. But as he read the content, he continued to sigh inwardly:

Guests consist of five pairs of celebrity fathers and children?
All fathers are inept at household chores?
Mothers are completely barred from visiting?
Celebrity children raised in fairy-tale homes have to live in the poorest houses and participate in dirty, exhausting games?
No toys or snacks allowed throughout the entire process?
Focusing on the most primitive, most authentic parent-child reality show?

Tang Tao felt that if even one of these rigid conditions could be met, it would be incredible. Putting them all together, the show was nothing but a joke.

Suppressing these thoughts, Tang Tao looked at Wang Mo and smiled: "This is what you call *Dad! Where Are We Going?*?"

Wang Mo nodded: "Yes."

Tang Tao continued to smile: "Yes, the creativity is indeed quite good. However, a variety show concept must be sellable for a television station to want to produce it; only then does it have value. How about this... I will be going to Mango TV in a few days to discuss the contract for *Youth and Maturity*. You can come with me and bring your proposal. After we meet with their person in charge, I will recommend that you present your plan to them and see if they take an interest. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mo was pleasantly surprised: "That would be fantastic!"

Tang Tao said: "Alright, it's settled."

After Wang Mo left, Tang Tao let out a long sigh: *Mango TV will definitely look down on this proposal. When they reject Wang Mo, what excuse should I use to cheer him up? Sigh, here I am, the head of the Variety Department, having to coax a young man. It’s so exhausting.*