The next day, October 1, was sunny and crisp.
On the first day of the National Day holiday, the whole of China seemed to be full of vitality and everyone went out to play.
Of course, there are also people who sleep in because they are busy at work and wake up naturally at noon. Even some energetic couples become passionate again after waking up.
Xiong Ran, yawning, started to get up.
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"Puff, it's dead..."
"It's been 12 hours, and there are only 100,000..."
At Chenxing Entertainment, Bai Jie sighed helplessly as she looked at the album sales of 100,000 copies in 12 hours.
Generally speaking, once an album is released online, fans who have been waiting in line will start rushing to buy it, and there will be no situation where sales are poor in the middle of the night.
100,000 tickets in 12 hours, and 200,000 tickets are expected to be sold in 24 hours by 12:00 tonight. The three-day golden sales period can double to 400,000 tickets, and the full seven-day week can double to 600,000 tickets. Finally, the full month of 30 days can double again by 50%...
Estimated sales volume for the full month is 900,000 copies!
It's difficult to sell a million copies, let alone 3 million copies for a best-selling album.
"Xiaoxue, go to the city to promote..."
Bai Jie was a little reluctant. If the "cheating" scandal hadn't happened, normal sales would have at least doubled the current figure. It wouldn't have been difficult to break 2 million in a month. It was previously estimated to be around 2.5 million...
Zhao Shiqi took advantage of Xiong Ran's cheating on his girlfriend, and his original intention might not be pure, but if it was not reversed, Qiu Ruixue would be able to gain a lot of sympathy and sales would not be a problem.
A best-seller of 3 million copies is almost certain to break the sales barrier.
However, things never go as planned. He did not expect that he would drop the stone on his own foot and capsize the boat.
There is no other way. With the current sales momentum, it is unlikely to break 1 million copies in a month. We can only start to implement the second promotion plan, promote in first-tier cities across the country, and attend fan meetings and album signing events. However...
"Well, I'll follow the company's arrangements..."
Qiu Ruixue's face was calm. Sales were bad so were sales. He would go to different cities for publicity. He would just face verbal criticism. As long as he didn't die, it would be fine.
No matter how bad the situation is, or how ruined the person's image is, it won't go away. As for the company's whitewashing plan...
It doesn't matter. If the value is greatly discounted, it will basically not be promoted anymore because your efforts will be twice as much for half the results. You only get half the results for one dollar spent. It's tiring.
Even if Zhao Shiqi does not give up completely, the same level of resource allocation as before will no longer exist.
As expected, misfortunes may come at any time, and one never knows which will come first, tomorrow's sun or an accident.
Fate is unpredictable. You can do good but not evil.
Because retribution will come sooner or later.
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"Um?"
"Brother Ran, are you writing a novel?"
After getting up in the morning, Xiong Ran submitted and published "The Legend of Sun Wukong·Preface·On the Way" on two platforms, Weibo and Qidian, waiting for review.
Although October 1st is the National Day holiday, the entertainment department is still on duty to do the most basic audits.
In the afternoon, the Weibo window passed the review first.
After receiving the message that the review had been passed, Xiong Ran posted the latest news about his book opening on Weibo, following the short video of him singing and playing three songs.
Once it was released, comments immediately began to appear on the account, which has 1.5 million followers.
"The Legend of Wukong?"
"Prologue: On the way...?"
"I didn't understand what the prologue was about. Journey to the West is not just a superficial pilgrimage to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures. It became one of the four great classics. The core of it is a mythological novel that metaphorically satirizes the petty intrigues of court politics and alludes to reality..."
"Brother Ran, are you going to write a straightforward story based on the plot of Journey to the West? A new version of Journey to the West?"
"It's possible. 'The Legend of Wukong', the Monkey King! It's probably going to be a cool story. The journey to obtain scriptures is just like the havoc in heaven, with crushing and killing..."
"Brother Ran is composing music, why did he suddenly turn to writing novels? Who knows..."
"I don't know, maybe he's just free..."
Phew! Xiong Ran almost spit out a mouthful of salt water.
After publishing the prologue, I will naturally pay attention to the dynamic comments to see the response. Although the whole preface is basically just complaining about the darkness of Journey to the West and does not specifically show what he is going to write, it does not prevent me from reading the comments.
However, there are fans who guessed correctly in their comments that he is indeed a bit free to write "The Legend of Sun Wukong".
Moreover, I will only write "The Legend of Sun Wukong" before the New Year. I will not start writing the second book until the music studio is on track after the New Year.
Before the New Year, let's ignite the 'Journey to the West fever and Wukong fire' and explode the passionate and exciting youth.
Even in today's booming online literature world, it is bound to create something extraordinary. What's wrong with the words being a little bit childish? As long as the passionate young people like them, that's fine.
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Document "Volume 1: The Legend of Wukong 1-16"
Volume introduction:
I want to hear the sky cry, I want to hear God pray! I know the sky will be angry, but do you know that the sky will also tremble
When the sky shook, I laughed out loud, swung my golden cudgel, and hit it hard, turning the earth and the sky upside down.
Ten thousand years from now, you will all remember my name, Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven!
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Just as he typed out the words, Xiong Ran suddenly felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head, and the blood in his body seemed to be heating up and burning, bursting and blazing.
However, when I was typing the main text of the first volume, the style suddenly changed. Where was the passion that was promised
The first section, the conversation between Tang Seng and Sun Wukong at the beginning, are you kidding me
01.
The four people walked here and saw a dense forest in front of them and no road. "Wukong, I'm hungry, find me something to eat." Tang Seng sat on a rock in a dignified manner and ordered.
"I don't do anything while I watch the sunset!"
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"Sorry, I'm just a porter..."
Xiong Ran typed and said "Amen" at the same time.
The narrative style of the main text of "The Legend of Wukong" is: sometimes this scene, sometimes that scene, sometimes five hundred years ago, sometimes five hundred years later, and then sometimes this, and sometimes that!
From the perspective of the narrative structure, the arbitrary extension, acceleration or reversal of time; the arbitrary transformation, collage and repetition of space give people an illusion of confusion in time and space, but also a close connection.
In a word, if you don’t have patience, you can’t continue reading it.
But as long as you persist and read carefully until the plot of "The Legend of Wukong" really unfolds, the words and sentences in the book will be like a kind of magic, giving you the power to not want to be bound or compromise.
Like a scroll, the Monkey King swung his golden cudgel, trying to turn the world upside down!
More like, in the first volume, section 16...
When Tang Monk Xuanzang said, "You can't teach me what I want to learn," he was asked, "What do you want to learn?"
'I want this sky to no longer cover my eyes! I want this earth to no longer bury my heart! I want all living beings to understand my intentions! I want all Buddhas to disappear into thin air...'
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Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong…
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Xiong Ran, who was typing quietly, paused, then twisted his neck left and right, making a series of crackling sounds, which was very comfortable...
A treadmill worth tens of thousands of yuan is delivered to your door. Has it arrived
Oh NO…not only that, there is also a graceful and mature figure who is patting her red lips with her little hands and yawning.
It’s not tiring for a man and a woman to work together, Sister Yu!
PS: Please give me monthly tickets and recommendation tickets.