Two miniature teddy bears and a chihuahua. Their names were mighty and majestic. They were Omar, Patton, and MacArthur.
As soon as the puppies saw their owners that they hadn't seen for a long time, they all broke free from the reins and jumped onto the sofa where Hilton was.
The butler, whose expression didn't change at all, ordered the others to move the tortoise in the glass tank, the parrot with a natural artificial branch, and the hamster in a small cage that was still riding a windmill, one by one.
In less than five minutes, the small living room of the apartment was filled with all kinds of small pets.
The butler bowed slightly and asked, "Miss, is there anything else you need me to do?"
Hilton waved her hand happily. "You can go now. Oh, and don't forget to close the door."
The music video was played at the end of the program, so that the audience could have a good look at it and prepare for the sale the next day.
Hilton was fascinated by Qin Guan, who was sitting on the sofa. MacArthur pulled her attention back to reality.
She sighed a little gloomily and stroked Barton and MacArthur's heads. "My little darlings, these are the people your master likes the most now …"
"But..." Hilton looked at the three adorable animals. "If I had to choose between you and Qin Guan, I would hate to part with you."
"Oh, how can my puppy be so cute …"
One man and three dogs hugged each other, and the little Hamster seemed to have sensed its owner's mood and automatically stopped stepping on its Firestorm Wheels.
The little turtle shrunk its head back into the glass box. In this situation, it could only repay the favor by sleeping.
Qin Guan had been defeated by three dogs, a bird and a turtle without his knowledge. Cong Nianwei's painstaking efforts had not been in vain.
Therefore, if people really got along with each other seriously for a period of time, perhaps in less than a week, they would discover a lot of habits that they could not tolerate and compromise with their other half.
If they could tolerate each other, they would move on. If they couldn't tolerate each other, they would be lucky. It was better than getting married and finding out about each other.
The fans of Qin Guan were very excited when they saw the TV show, which was one of the top three most popular shows in America.
They were eager to express their joy on the Internet, and the release details of the single were confirmed on the official website of the music company.
The next morning, New York, Los Angeles, Boston, Chicago, and all the other big and small music stores welcomed their peak sales.
It was supposed to be a slow morning for sales, but as a cashier in a music store, she was busy at the counter.
People came and went, shuttling through the rows of music shelves in the store, waiting in front of the demo machine or looking for their favorite songs.
In front of the yellow CD machine hanging on the wall of the vestibule, young people in different outfits were all waiting in unison behind the person in front of them. When the person in front of them had finished listening to the most intuitive single, they would pick up the ear pulse of the person who had left.
A huge TV was connected to a DV cable, playing the music videos of Britney and Madonna's latest single.
This was the promotional fee paid by the music company in charge of the distribution. One of the services included was that within a week of the release of the new single, all the stores in the sales outlets had to promote the song.
There were posters of Qin Guan, Britney and Madonna on the floor-to-ceiling windows, the shelves and the wooden door frames in the corridors.
The sound of Britney Spears and Madonna's seductive singing and dancing could be heard through the creaking of the sliding door.
The TV showed Qin Guan lying on the sofa with two beauties in his arms. All the major music news were speculating about the sales of the single. The bombardment attracted everyone's attention.
If it weren't for the strict regulations in the United States that forbade nuisance, the shop owners would have moved their subwoofers out of their shops to attract customers for the sake of sales.
Of course, in some small towns with wild folkways, there would naturally be people who did this.
It was similar to the old days in China, when every store with a loudspeaker would play a song, "You are the wind, I am the sand..."
The excited buyers emptied the shelves in a short while, and the staff in charge of inventory naturally made the most urgent call to their boss to transfer the goods.
"Boss, the third store in Manhattan has sold out. We need to transfer the latest single. There are also albums VD113 and VD456 in stock."
This was the power of associated sales. Some customers who were waiting to buy would also look for some of their favorite albums in their free time. This was also the reason why independent music store owners were willing to cooperate with music distribution companies to organize activities.
The owner of half of the audio and video stores in New York City was currently in a hurry in his office, answering calls one after another urging him to stock up on his products.
It was not easy for him to run a small business.
He had thought that he had overestimated his sales ability, but in half a day, he had sold out a whole day's stock.
What else could he do?
He had to replenish the stock from the warehouse and transfer it to the branches. Then he had to go to the distribution company to ask for more.
It was as sweet as syrup.
If all the businesses were like that, they would persist, no matter how tired they were.
As a male model of a popular album, Qin Guan felt inexplicably happy at the moment.
He was standing on the avenue of Times Square, surrounded by many casual clothing brands. He was witnessing the rise of a Chinese brand.
At this moment, Guo Nuoyan was dressed in his most formal attire. Even though it was hot and early autumn, he still wrapped himself in a solemn and dignified manner.
As the guest of honor, he didn't need to dress like a government official. He didn't need to stand in the limelight with his reliable fellow countryman.
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