Chapter 166

Die hard fans who stay up late and stay up have bought their own idol albums. A five yuan album can be purchased repeatedly, no limit to the number of times. In addition to changing from CDs and albums to digital albums, the marketing channels have changed little. For example, in those days, crazy fans could spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy idol albums repeatedly. Now it's simpler, just brush up the album purchase.

Since the launch of the digital album, the annual sales record is twomillion, not money, but the number of albums.

From 12 o'clock, the album sales of the major stars rose geometrically, with 10, 100, 1000... Then the gap between the stars was widened. After the sales reached "10000" units, the momentum stagnated and the growth was slow. There are only three albums, namely Qin Baobao, Xie Huaian and Xiangjiang preserved pork.

But they are also divided into front and back. The leader is Xiangjiang cured pork, followed by Xie Huaian and Qin Baobao, who are temporarily ranked third.

Late at night, Shen GUI, an old bacon, lay in bed with a notebook on his belly, repeatedly switched and refreshed on major music websites, and watched the sales of his album continue to grow.

The wife beside the bed propped up, leaned her head against the head of the bed and said with a smile, "how's it going?"

Shen GUI said, "first for the time being."

He switched several music websites to his wife one by one, and the total sales reached an astonishing 30000 copies, each of which was five yuan.

"Only for more than an hour, so much?" His wife said happily, "this is much more profitable than selling CDs before."

Shen GUI smiled at his wife's wrong understanding. In the era when CDs dominated the market, the sales volume reached one million copies, which was almost the peak. At first glance, it seemed that it was not as good as digital albums. Considering the price at that time and the current monetary inflation, the gold content of digital albums absolutely exploded.

Moreover, there were many people who bought albums at that time, and CDs and records were of collectable significance.

"The sales champion is safe." Asked the wife.

Sales champion is an important reference standard for popularity and popularity.

Shen GUI said with a smile, "it's very tight to catch up. Whether it can establish the position of sales champion is the most important one a week ago. Now I can't see it."

Having said that, his expression and tone were particularly relaxed. He closed his notebook and hugged his wife: "sleep."

In a luxurious five-star hotel suite, Xie Huaian lay on the sofa, dressed in a bathrobe, with a laptop on his knee, and devoted himself to browsing major music websites. Chewing gum in his mouth, Silver Men's Earrings in his left ear shine.

On the big bed a few meters away, there was a sleeping girlfriend, with light brown hair scattered on the white pillowcase, and snow-white and round fragrant shoulders looming.

After brushing for a moment, I saw the gap between Shen GUI and Qin Baobao in the rear was gradually widened, and Qin Baobao in the rear was very tight, and there was the possibility of anti super at any time.

His finely trimmed eyebrows are tight and frowned. No, it's not safe to go on like this. We must protect two against one. The title of sales champion in the same period can give him a layer of gold.

Xie Huaian logged in to Weibo, turned on the camera function, took a look at his girlfriend, adjusted the angle, and didn't let anything "suspicious" get in.

"Click!"

A self portrait.

"It's hard to sleep late at night. The new album is online. Please support it."

Fans immediately replied on Weibo that in these days, there should not be too many people cultivating immortals at night.

"Ann is so handsome."

"Lift up your bathrobe."

"I've been buying. I've already painted twenty."

"Same as above!"

"Fifty tickets have been swiped, and the pocket money has been killed."

"Upstairs is unpromising. What's this money? I've invested all my pocket money for next month."

"We must win the championship."

"This is a little difficult. Shen GUI's fans are crazy."

"Ann, take off your bathrobe. I'll buy a thousand, depending on whether you let welfare go."

"If you like it, you will be motivated by benefits."

"Take off that damn bathrobe quickly."

"Poof, want welfare? How can this routine look so familiar? I just came from Qin Baobao's Weibo, and her fans all shouted for welfare."

"Haha, her fans are simply immoral."

Xie Huaian brushes his comments with great interest. Seeing this, he shakes his head and laughs.

Qin Baobao has been famous for only three months. The climbing speed is simply terrible. It took him two years to reach today's position, and it has been very fast. Thanks to the unspoken rules of IP speculation in the market today, more than a decade ago, he wanted to become popular quickly only by his works: a TV series with the same ratings, or a golden song that was popular all over the north of the Yangtze River.

Instead of buying news, brushing your face, and going on a few variety shows, you will be on the top line.

Qin Baobao's monkey like promotion speed is due to her beauty, the best template for frying IP, and those enduring boutique songs. It can be described as a combination of IP and works.

Fortunately, fortunately, Qin Baobao's single album is not the work of her brother.

Late at night.

Qin Baobao was suddenly woken up by the cell phone ring, half squinting, fumbling around the pillow.

"Ouch," the mobile phone didn't touch, but grabbed Wang Zijin's face.

"Here it is, under my pillow." Prince Jin frowned and handed her his mobile phone.

Qin Baobao "Oh", sleepy, a face confused to connect the phone, "who."

"Baby, did you forget to send photos?" Li Yanhong's voice came from the loudspeaker and she was very anxious.

"What picture?" Qin Baobao said blankly.

"My aunt, have you really forgotten?" Li Yanhong said, "didn't you ask you to post a microblog to appeal for fans' support? It's past 12 o'clock. You haven't posted a microblog yet, so I said that the ranking is unscientific, and you are now ranked third. Fans don't know that Qin Ze helped you write songs, and the publicity is not in place."

Qin Baobao remembered that he had originally said that he would send a microblog before the album was put on the shelves to appeal for the support of fans. The photos are all ready. They are the pictures Qin Ze monitored by the recorder. Netizens all know that Qin Baobao's home has a gold lettered signboard, and many fans say "we don't listen to the song written by Qin Ze".

But Qin Baobao didn't hold on until eleven o'clock and fell asleep.

"Oh, don't worry. Gold always shines. It's just on the shelves."

"You are calmer than me." Li Yanhong muttered.

Newcomers are most likely to worry about gains and losses, and then eager for quick success and instant benefit. When they see a bad comment, they are very worried. When they see the ranking behind, they feel the end of the world and despair in life. Li Yanhong is this kind of psychology. Although she is not a newcomer in the workplace, she brings out a pop star like Qin Baobao for the first time.

"I'll send it now," Qin Baobao said and hung up the phone.

Wang Zijin groaned "ouch ouch", raised his hand to beat Qin Baobao's ass, and complained, "I woke someone up in the middle of the night. I slept a little, and it was difficult to fall asleep."

She got up very angry.

Qin Baobao hugged his best friend's head and pressed it on his plump chest: "good, sister coaxed you to sleep."

"Be careful I bite you," Prince Jin struggled out of her chest and snorted, "don't sleep with you."

Qin Baobao narrowed his eyes and said, "little hoof, you're exposed."

"Expose what?" Wang Zijin was at a loss.

"You obviously want to sleep with aze." Qin Baobao shouted angrily.

"No, can I sleep in the living room?" Wang Zijin screamed.

Qin Baobao turned over, sat across her best friend's slender waist, pressed her shoulders, lowered her face, pointed her nose, and said, "come out, we've been friends for so many years. You really like my pig, so I'll give him to you."

Prince Jin skimmed at the beginning and refused to admit: "nonsense, I don't like Qin Ze."

Qin Baobao flashed a flash of joy in his eyes, provoked by the corners of his mouth, and coaxed him, "don't deny it. You see my family aze, who is handsome, can write songs, cook delicious food, and earn so much money in the stock. You see, where can I find such a good man now? Just say it if you like it. We are sisters, can I help you?"

Prince Jin Xin said, when did you turn sexual, the crazy demon of dazzle brother? The smart Prince Jin immediately knew that he was rhythmized by his best friend, hehe said, "so good, you can marry him."

Qin Baobao felt that he was stabbed by his best friend's sharp sword at the gate of life, and was about to be squeezed out of the little girl under the leather robe. The moist black eyes flashed a panic color and scolded, "bah, you old witch, he is my brother Haofan."

Wang Zijin joked, "ouch, I feel guilty."

"Shut up and watch me tear your mouth." Qin Baobao stretched out his hand to tear Prince Jin's mouth.

The two wrestled in bed, wheezing and shouting intertwined.

"Bang bang!"

The fierce knock on the door was accompanied by Qin Ze's cry: "crazy, can't you sleep in the middle of the night? Won't you go to work tomorrow?"

Two people instantly lost their temper.

Qin Baobao shouted, "what's fierce? I'll sleep now."

"Hey, your photos haven't been sent." Wang Zijin reminded.

"Oh, I almost forgot again." Qin Baobao lies down, logs in to Weibo on his mobile phone, uploads photos, and matches the words: "thank you for your help, Ma Moda."