She was tired and drunk, mumbling something unclear, and fell into his arms.
"Without me, that family would fall apart."
"Um."
"That's why I tried so hard to survive."
"Um."
Fu Nanli hugged her.
His arms and her body fit so perfectly.
After holding her for a long time, the person's breathing in his arms gradually calmed down. He put her down again, dragged a thin silk blanket over and gently covered her with it.
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The He family's car slowly drove away. He Jun gently stroked the ring on his index finger with his elbow resting on the car window.
"The look in Nanli's eyes when he looked at Wen Qiao was infatuated and addictive. Xiaoyan, I advise you not to throw yourself into the fire."
He Yan's eyes were carefree: "Brother, why do you always side with outsiders?"
She felt a little aggrieved when her brother gave her a sharp look.
"I am leaning towards outsiders or I am doing this for your own good. Think about it carefully."
He Yan lowered her eyes and stopped talking.
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After working on it for nearly half a month, the song composed by Xu Lu herself was finally released.
She posted it on her Weibo. Since she had worked in marketing before, she had more than 400,000 followers on Weibo.
She is very ambitious and started with a pay-per-view format.
One day after posting it on Weibo, the number of on-demand views was… in the single digits.
When she saw this number, her heart sank.
The only option is to lower the threshold and change the paid on-demand service to free.
The number of people who listened to the song increased slightly, reaching three digits, and only about two hundred people listened to the song in total.
Because Xu Lu did not put her own name on the song, her fans did not know that she composed the song and complained in the comment section -
To sum it up in one sentence - it doesn't sound good.
Xu Lu was defeated.
Is she willing
Naturally she was unwilling.
She felt that the main reason her songs didn't become popular was because they were not packaged and promoted, and she didn't have a professional record company, so she would spend some money on marketing.
To do Internet marketing, you need money.
Uncle Wen had cut off her credit card a long time ago because she leaked the fact that Wen Mo was autistic. Now she had to ask her mother for this considerable marketing fee.
A shrewd person like Zhong Hui must have had her own little treasury over the years.
She is also willing to spend money to educate her daughter.
Two hundred thousand yuan in promotion fees were spent just like that.
It’s nothing more than inviting some third-rate music critics and marketing accounts to hype up this song and then share it on TikTok.
The money has been spent, the marketing has been done, and all the hype has been received.
However, this song did not become as popular as Xu Lu had expected. Not only did it not become popular, it was even a flop.
Two hundred thousand yuan was wasted, she was angry and distressed, and felt that she was not appreciated for her talent.
But I don't dare to continue spending money on this song.
After all, this song was posted on Xu Lu’s own Weibo, followed by a series of bold moves, such as buying marketing and hiring internet trolls. Lu Youyou can be said to have followed up and paid attention to the whole process.
She didn't shy away from it and directly used the big name to mock.
@陆悠悠: Some people really think that anyone can be Teacher Mu Yue. They just compose a song for anyone and dream of it becoming a hit, but they haven’t even made back their marketing expenses. I feel sorry for you.
When Xu Lu saw this Weibo post, she was so angry that she almost smashed her phone.
You, Lu Youyou, are a joke. How dare you laugh at me
But Lu Youyou is a shrew. If she is really pissed off, she can hit people directly or yell at them at the door of her dormitory.
Xu Lu could only bear it.
Everything was going wrong and she was going crazy.
Xu Lu's eyes suddenly lit up.
(End of this chapter)