Die-hard fans who stayed up all night bought their own idol albums one after another, five yuan a piece, which can be purchased repeatedly, unlimited times. Except for the change from CDs and records to digital albums and changes in marketing channels, other changes have not changed much. For example, in the past, crazy fans could spend tens of thousands to buy idol albums repeatedly. Now it is easier, just increase the amount of album purchases. Just swipe.
Since the launch of the digital album, the annual sales record is two million, not the money, but the number of albums.
From twelve o'clock, the album sales of the major stars rose geometrically, tens, hundreds, thousands... Then the gap between the stars widened, and after the sales reached the "ten thousand" unit, the momentum stagnated and the growth slowed down. There are only three albums, namely Qin Baobao, Xie Huaian, and Xiangjiang Lao Barou.
But they are also divided into front and back, the leader is Xiangjiang Lao Barou, followed by Xie Huai'an, and Qin Baobao is temporarily ranked third.
In the middle of the night, Lao Ba Rou Shen Gui was lying on the bed with a laptop on his belly, switching and refreshing repeatedly on major music websites, watching the sales of his albums continue to increase.
The wife next to the pillow stood up, leaned her head against the head of the bed, and said with a smile, "How's it going?"
Shen Gui said, "First for now."
He switched several music websites to his wife one by one, and the total sales reached an astonishing 30,000 copies, each at five yuan.
"It's only been over an hour, and you've sold so much?" His wife said happily, "This is more profitable than selling CDs before."
Regarding his wife's misunderstanding, Shen Gui smiled. In the era when CDs ruled the market, sales reached one million copies, which was almost the peak. At first glance, it seems that it is not as good as digital albums, but considering the prices at that time and the current currency inflation , the gold content is absolutely perfect for the digital album.
Moreover, many people bought albums in that era, and CDs and records were collectible.
"Is it safe to be the sales champion this time?" asked the wife.
The sales champion is an important reference standard for popularity and popularity.
Shen Gui smiled and said: "The pursuit is very tight. Whether you can secure the position of the sales champion is the most important thing in the previous week, and you can't see it now."
Having said that, his expression and tone were exceptionally relaxed. He closed his notebook and put his arms around his wife: "Sleep."
In a luxurious five-star hotel suite, Xie Huai'an was reclining on the sofa, wearing a bathrobe, with a laptop on his lap, concentrating on browsing major music websites. Chewing gum in his mouth, the silver men's earrings on his left ear sparkle.
On the big bed a few meters away, lay his sleeping companion, her light brown hair spread out on a white pillowcase, and her snow-white round shoulders looming.
After brushing for a while, he saw that the gap between Shen Gui and Shen Gui was gradually widening, and Qin Baobao was biting very tightly behind him, and there was a possibility of overtaking at any time.
His well-trimmed brows were tightly frowned, no, it's not safe to go on like this, we have to fight for the first. The title of sales champion in the same period can give him a solid layer of gold.
Xie Huaian logged into Weibo, turned on the camera function, glanced at his female companion, and adjusted the angle to prevent any "suspicious" things from entering.
"Crack!"
A selfie.
"It's hard to sleep late at night, the new album is online, please support."
Immediately, fans replied on Weibo, these days, there should not be too many people cultivating immortals late at night.
"An An is handsome."
"Pick off the bathrobe quickly."
"I've been buying it all the time. I've bought twenty of them."
"Ditto!"
"Fifty cards have been swiped, and the pocket money has been killed."
"Upstairs is worthless, what is this little money, I have already put all the pocket money for next month into it."
"We must make An An the champion."
"This is a bit difficult, Shen Gui's fans are crazy."
"An'an, you take off your bathrobe, I'll buy a thousand, and it depends on whether you let go of the benefits."
"Like, there are benefits to be motivated."
"Take off that damn bathrobe."
"Pfft, want benefits? Why does this routine look so familiar? I just came from Qin Baobao's Weibo, and her fans are all clamoring for benefits."
"Haha, her fans have no morals."
Xie Huai'an read the comments enthusiastically, and when he saw this, he shook his head and laughed.
It took only three months for Qin Baobao to rise to fame. The climbing speed is simply terrifying. It took him two years to get to where he is today, which is already very fast. Thanks to the unspoken rules of IP speculation in the market today, if he wanted to become popular more than a decade ago, he could only rely on his works: a TV series A TV series that swept the same stage, or a golden song that became popular all over the country.
Instead of buying news, brushing your face, and appearing on a few variety shows, you will be capped at the top line.
Qin Baobao's promotion speed is due to her good looks, the best template for speculation IP, and those few enduring high-quality songs. It can be said to be a combination of ip and works.
Fortunately, fortunately, Qin Baobao's single album this time is not her brother's work.
late at night.
Qin Baobao was suddenly awakened by the ringing of the mobile phone, half-closed his eyes, and groped around the pillow indiscriminately.
"Ouch," Wang Zijin's face was scratched instead of touching the phone.
"It's here, under my pillow." Wang Zijin frowned and handed her the phone.
Qin Baobao let out an "oh", feeling very sleepy, and answered the phone in a daze, "Who is it?"
"Baby, did you forget to post the photo?" Li Yanhong's voice came out from the loudspeaker, very anxious.
"What photo?" Qin Baobao asked blankly.
"My aunt, have you really forgotten?" Li Yanhong said: "Didn't I ask you to send a Weibo to appeal to fans to support it? , you are now ranked third. Fans don't know that Qin Ze wrote songs for you, and the publicity is not in place."
Qin Baobao remembered that before the album was released, he had agreed to post a Weibo message to appeal to fans for support. The photos were all ready, and they were the ones that Qin Ze was listening to at the recording engineer. Netizens all know that Qin Baobao's home has a gold-lettered signboard, and many fans said, "We don't listen to songs not written by Qin Ze."
But Qin Baobao didn't hold on until eleven o'clock, and fell asleep.
"Oh, don't worry, it's gold that always shines, and it's just been put 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. When they see a bad review, they feel very worried. When they see a ranking behind, they feel that the world is ending and life is hopeless. Li Yanhong had this kind of mentality. Although she was not a newcomer to the workplace, it was the first time that she brought out a new pop star like Qin Baobao.
"I'll send it now," Qin Baobao finished and hung up the phone.
Wang Zijin groaned "Ah, ah!", raised his hand and beat Qin Baobao's buttocks, and complained: "I wake people up in the middle of the night, I'm a light sleeper, it's hard to fall asleep."
She woke up very angry.
Qin Baobao put his arms around his best friend's head, and pressed it on his plump breasts: "Hey, my sister will coax you to sleep."
"Be careful I'll bite you." Wang Zijin struggled out of her chest and snorted, "Don't sleep with you."
Qin Baobao narrowed his phoenix eyes, and said sinisterly: "Little Hoof, you have exposed yourself."
"Expose what?" Wang Zijin was at a loss.
"You obviously want to sleep with Aze." Qin Baobao said angrily.
"No way, can I sleep in the living room?" Wang Zijin groaned.
Qin Baobao turned over, straddled her best friend's slender waist, pressed her shoulders, lowered her face, and pressed the tip of her nose, and said, "Speak out, we have been friends for so many years, you really like my pig, I will take him For you."
Wang Zijin turned his head away and refused to admit it: "Nonsense, I don't like Qin Ze."
A look of joy flashed in Qin Baobao's eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said persuasively: "Don't deny it, look at my Aze, he is handsome, he can write songs, cook delicious food, and he has made so much money in stocks. Look, where can I find such an excellent man now. If you like it, just say it, we are sisters, can I help you?"
Wang Zijin said in his heart, when did you change your sex, you crazy brother, and the smart Wang Zijin immediately knew that his best friend was leading the rhythm, he hehe said: "That's good, you can marry him."
Qin Baobao felt that he was stabbed in the door of life by his best friend's sharp sword, and was about to be squeezed out of Xiaolai under the leather robe. A flash of panic flashed through the wet and bright eyes, and he cursed: "Bah, you old witch, he is my younger brother."
Wang Zijin joked, "Oh, I feel guilty."
"Shut up, watch me tear your mouth." Qin Baobao stretched out his hand to tear Wang Zijin's mouth.
The two wrestled on the bed, gasping and shouting intertwined.
"Bang bang bang!"
The fierce knock on the door was accompanied by Qin Ze's shout: "Crazy, I can't sleep in the middle of the night, don't you go to work tomorrow?"
The two fell silent in an instant.
Qin Baobao shouted: "What's so fierce, I'm going to sleep now."
"Hey, you didn't post your photo." Wang Zijin reminded.
"Oh oh, I almost forgot again." Qin Baobao lay down, logged on to Weibo on his mobile phone, uploaded a photo, and added the words: "Thank you brother for your help, okay."