The hardcore fans who stayed up late bought their idols' albums one after another. Each album cost five yuan, and they could buy it repeatedly without a limit. Except for the change from CDs and records to digital albums and the change in marketing channels, other changes were not big. For example, there were crazy fans who could spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy their idols' albums repeatedly. Now it was even simpler. They just needed to increase the number of albums purchased.
Since the release of digital albums, the annual sales record was two million, not money, but the number of albums.
Starting from 12 o 'clock, the album sales of major stars rose geometrically, ten, hundred, thousand … Then the gap between the stars widened. After the sales reached "ten thousand" units, the momentum stagnated and the growth slowed down. Only three albums were leading the pack, namely Qin Bao Bao, Xie Huaian, and Hong Kong's old cured meat.
But they were also divided into front and back. The leading one was Hong Kong's old cured meat, followed by Xie Huaian, and Qin Bao Bao temporarily ranked third.
Late at night, old cured meat Shen Gui was lying in bed with a laptop on his belly. He repeatedly switched and refreshed the major music websites, watching the sales of his albums continue to grow.
His wife propped herself up and leaned her head against the headboard. She smiled and said, "How is it?"
Shen Gui said, "For the time being."
He switched several music websites one by one to show his wife. The total sales reached an astonishing 30,000 albums, each for five yuan.
"It's only been more than an hour, and you sold so many?" His wife said happily, "This is more profitable than selling CDs before."
Shen Gui smiled at his wife's mistaken understanding. In the era when CDs ruled the market, reaching one million sales was almost the peak. At first glance, it seemed not as good as digital albums, but considering the prices at that time and the current monetary inflation, the value of CDs absolutely exceeded that of digital albums.
Moreover, there were many people who bought albums in that era, and CDs and records had collectible significance.
"This time, the sales champion is safe, right?" His wife asked.
The sales champion is an important reference standard for fame and popularity.
Shen Gui smiled and said, "It's very close behind. Whether we can establish the sales champion position or not, the first week is the most important. It's not clear now."
Although he said that, his tone was particularly relaxed. He closed the laptop and hugged his wife: "Go to sleep."
In a luxurious five-star hotel suite, Xie Huaian was lying on the sofa, wearing a bathrobe, with a laptop on his lap, browsing the major music websites attentively. He was chewing gum in his mouth, and the silver male earring on his left ear was sparkling.
On the big bed a few meters away, his female companion was sleeping soundly. Her light brown hair was spread out on the white pillowcase, and her snow-white and round shoulders were faintly discernible.
After a while, he saw that the gap between him and Shen Gui was gradually widening, and Qin Bao Bao was closely following behind him. It was possible that she could overtake him at any time.
His delicately trimmed brows furrowed. No, it wasn't safe to continue like this. He had to fight for one. The title of the sales champion in the same period could give him a layer of gold.
Xie Huaian logged into Weibo and turned on the camera function. He glanced at his female companion and adjusted the angle to prevent anything "suspicious" from entering.
Kacha!
It was a selfie.
"I can't sleep at night. My new album is online. Please support me."
Immediately, a fan replied on Weibo. Nowadays, there were too many people cultivating in the middle of the night.
"An 'an is so handsome."
"Hurry up and take off the bathrobe."
"I've been buying. I've already bought 20."
"Ditto!"
"I've already bought 50. My pocket money has already died."
"The upstairs is useless. This money is nothing. I've already invested next month's pocket money."
"You must make An 'an the champion."
"It's a bit difficult. Shen Gui's fans are crazy."
"An 'an, take off the bathrobe. I'll buy a thousand. It depends on whether you give me benefits or not."
"Like. Only with benefits can you be motivated."
"Take off that hateful bathrobe."
"Puff, want benefits? Why does this look so familiar? I just came from Qin Bao Bao's Weibo. Her fans are shouting for benefits. "
"Haha, her fans have no integrity at all."
Xie Huaian was excitedly browsing through the comments. When he saw this, he shook his head and laughed.
Qin Bao Bao rose to fame in just three months. The speed of her climb was simply terrifying. It took her two years to get to where she was today. It was already very fast, thanks to the unspoken rules of the market. If it was more than ten years ago, if she wanted to become popular quickly, she could only rely on works: a TV series that swept the same time slot with ratings, or a golden song that was popular all over the country.
Instead of buying news, brushing her face, and appearing on a few variety shows, she could reach the top of the A-list.
Qin Baobao's skyrocketing promotion speed was due to her looks, the best model for hyping up IP, and those few excellent songs that had lasted for a long time. It could be said that she had both IP and works in one.
Fortunately, Qin Bao Bao's single album this time was not her brother's work.
Late at night.
Qin Bao Bao was suddenly awakened by the ringtone of her mobile phone. She half-closed her eyes and fumbled around the pillow.
"Ouch." She didn't touch the phone, but she scratched Wang Zijin's face.
"It's here, under my pillow." Wang Zijin frowned and handed the phone to her.
Qin Bao Bao replied with an "Oh". She was sleepy and answered the phone with a confused face. "Who is it?"
"Bao Bao, did you forget to post a photo?" Li Yanhong's voice came from the loudspeaker. She was very anxious.
"What photo?" Qin Bao Bao said blankly.
"My great aunt, did you really forget?" Li Yanhong said, "Didn't I ask you to post on Weibo to call for fan support? It's already past 12 o 'clock, and you haven't posted on Weibo. I said that this ranking is unscientific. You are now third. The fans still don't know that Qin Ze wrote songs for you. The publicity is not in place. "
Qin Bao Bao remembered that she had originally planned to post on Weibo to call for fan support before the album was released. The photo was ready. It was a photo of Qin Ze monitoring the sound engineer. Netizens all knew that Qin Bao Bao's family had a golden signboard. Many fans said that "we won't listen to songs not written by Qin Ze."
But Qin Bao Bao couldn't hold on until 11 o 'clock and fell asleep.
"Oh, don't worry. Gold will always shine. It's just released."
"You are calmer than me." Li Yanhong muttered.
Newcomers were the most likely to be worried about gains and losses, and then eager for quick success and instant benefits. They would be very worried when they saw a bad review. When they saw that the ranking was behind, they would feel that the world was coming to an end and that life was desperate. Li Yanhong had this kind of mentality. Although she was not a newcomer in the workplace, it was the first time that she had brought up such a popular singer as Qin Bao Bao.
"I'll post it now." Qin Bao Bao said and hung up the phone.
Wang Zijin groaned and raised her hand to hit Qin Bao Bao's butt. She complained, "You woke me up in the middle of the night. I'm a light sleeper. It's hard for me to fall asleep."
She was very angry when she got up.
Qin Bao Bao hugged her best friend's head and pressed it on her plump chest. "Be good. I'll coax you to sleep."
"Be careful, I'll bite you." Wang Zijin struggled out of her chest and snorted. "I don't want to sleep with you."
Qin Bao Bao narrowed her eyes and said gloomily, "Little bitch, you've been exposed."
"Exposed what?" Wang Zijin was at a loss.
"You clearly want to sleep with Azé." Qin Bao Bao said angrily.
"Of course not. Can I sleep in the living room?" Wang Zijin complained.
Qin Bao Bao flipped over and straddled her best friend's slender waist. She pressed down on her shoulders and lowered her face. The tips of their noses touched and she said, "Say it. We've been friends for so many years. If you really like my pig, I'll give him to you."
Wang Zijin turned her head away and refused to admit it. "Nonsense. I don't like Qin Ze."
Qin Bao Bao's eyes flashed with joy. The corner of her mouth rose and she said patiently, "Don't deny it. Look at my Azé. He's handsome, knows how to write songs, cooks well, and has earned so much money from the stock market. Look, where can you find such an outstanding man these days? If you like him, just say it. We're sisters. How can I not help you? "
Wang Zijin said in her heart, "When did you change your personality?" The smart Wang Zijin immediately realized that she had been led astray by her best friend. She chuckled. "Since he's so good, why don't you marry him?"
Qin Bao Bao felt that her best friend's sharp sword had pierced her vital point. She was about to be squeezed out of her skin. Panic flashed through her moist black eyes. She scolded, "Bah, you old witch. He's my little brother."
Wang Zijin joked, "Aiyoyo, you're guilty."
"Shut up. Watch me tear your mouth." Qin Bao Bao reached out to tear Wang Zijin's mouth.
The two wrestled on the bed. The sound of panting and shouting intertwined.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The fierce knocking on the door was accompanied by Qin Ze's shout. "Are you crazy? Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"
The two were instantly silenced.
Qin Bao Bao shouted, "Why are you being so fierce? I'm going to sleep now."
"Hey, you haven't posted the photo yet." Wang Zijin reminded her.
"Oh, oh, I almost forgot." Qin Bao Bao lay down and logged into Weibo with her phone. She uploaded the photo and wrote, "Thank you for your help. Muacks."
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