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"Alright, let's get to the point. As for now, this performance of mine has come to an end. Thank you all."
Xue Qian waved his hands and bowed to the numerous fans, ending this grand concert.
That night, the news that Xue Qian had spread out during the concert spread widely.
The words that came after the last beginner was also known by the people. Of course, other than Xue Qian's fans, there were also a few other music people or media companies.
Currently, he was in charge of management in the Dynasty Entertainment.
Mei Qi held a temporary video conference.
"Have you heard about that Han-Yang?" Mei Qi went straight to the point.
In the video, there were five other people, four men and one woman, all of them were Mei Qi's subordinates.
One of the men nodded and said, "I heard so. I went to check Han Yang's Weibo just now and it turned out to be an account that had just been applied for. It wasn't even a Big V."
"I went to see it too." The woman in her thirties answered: "There's only one song related to it, either it's just contact with Weibo or it's a small horn. I can confirm that it's Hanyang, because Xue Qian just posted a message on Weibo and it's him."
"Even if it's him, I think we don't need to rush, let's see what the situation is like first. If they say something casually, then we will go up, and it will become unbearable for our Dynasty Entertainment!" A middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
"Hmm, that makes sense, but we can be sure. Since Han Yang did such a thing, we should let the third string singers in the company leave a message first. If he can still write a high-quality song, we can let the first string singers ask for it." Mei Qi nodded.
Some of the media companies from different places had held a temporary meeting because of this piece of news. From the quality of the three songs, there really was nothing to choose from.
Furthermore, the appearance of Han Yang's Weibo made them feel like he wanted to advertise something. Then, the first-tier singers in the company would leave a message for the other party, since it was free of charge, and no matter which first-tier singer went to post a message, it would be rather priceless.
Although Han Yang produced three new top quality songs, everyone thought that Xue Qian's idea of producing these three songs in two days was fake.
To these large media entertainment companies, they were people with a reputation, naturally they did not want to be the leader. Moreover, lyricist who only wrote three songs was not worth doing anything especially for him, even if it was just leaving a message.
Of course, there was another kind of picture. They were artists that did not have a company.
At this time, in the ice market of the Mainland, a male and a female couple were watching a recording of Xue Qian's concert from the Internet.
When they saw the end, their expressions were somewhat excited.
"Are you for real?" You can get a good song just by leaving a message? "
The man's name was Wei Chengdong and the woman's name was Xu Lan. Their group was called WX, which took the first sound of their surnames, and usually when they released songs on the internet, the number of fans on the music software added up to less than ten thousand, which made the two of them feel quite a bit of pressure.
Seeing the lyricist who could give Xue Qian three top-grade songs giving such benefits, both of them were tempted.
"Go check his Weibo." Xu Lan quickly opened up his Weibo with his laptop and searched for the two words "Han Yang".
"Eh? Is this it? How come there's not even a head? " Wei Chengdong said with some doubt.
"That's it, look, there's even Xue Qian's message below." Xu Lan looked down and said while pointing to the screen.
"It's true!" Wei Chengdong looked at it carefully, and said in an envious tone: "The promotion effect of some big stars are different, the concert only lasted for two hours, and the number of fans in this Weibo is over 50,000."
Remembering that they only had a little over 3000 followers on their Weibo, they couldn't help but feel a bit depressed.
"There's no need to envy others. We just need to work hard for our dreams." Xu Lan comforted her and said: "Let's also leave a message below."
"Haha, alright." Wei Chengdong shook his head and stopped thinking about that, and said: "Then how do we write it?"
"It says: Dear Han Yang..."
"No no, with respect!" Wei Chengdong continuously shook his head. He felt really awkward when his girlfriend said "darling" to others.
"Puchi ?" Xu Lan laughed, rolled his eyes, and said: "Then let's call it respect then."
So she typed in a few words on Weibo: Dear Mr. Han Yang, I am a WX group, a very popular group, music is our dream, we have watched a big concert and found out what you are talking about, so we really hope to get your song, but ?" Regardless of whether or not there is a song, we all wish the Mr. Han Yang a better and better career.
After sending the message, Wei Chengdong and Xu Lan looked at each other and smiled.
In reality, they felt that the probability of getting the songs was very, very low, because after all, they were not very popular, and they also thought that the Mr. Han Yang was doing this to become famous.
However, there was still a glimmer of hope. They would try it out, and it was as if they were trying to see if they could win the lottery.
There were also many situations like this where they left messages with the intention to try.
On the other side, when Zi Yan returned to the dining hall, she looked exhausted. It was not only because of her work, but also because of her poor results on the first day of sales, which could even be described with the word "terrible".
Although the market for albums was a bit cold right now, there was still a set of standards. The quality of normal albums was above 10,000 for the first day, and 50,000 for the first day was a small achievement. Over 100,000 was considered a top quality album, and only some super popular first-rate singers would be able to surpass 200,000.
Zi Yan's album only sold for a little more than a thousand days. Although it had only been twelve hours, this result was very consistent with the word "terrible".
Zi Yan was a little angry, and due to his mental and physical exhaustion, he did not want to waste anymore, so he stayed in the dining hall to sleep and rest with Zhou Fei.
Deep into the night, Zi Yan coaxed Mengmeng to sleep. He lay on the bed insomnia, and Zhou Fei who was at his side did not sleep either. He watched Xue Qian's concert videos on his phone, while checking Zi Yan's album from time to time.
"How's the album going?" Zi Yan asked softly.
"Over seventeen hundred." Zhou Fei took off his earphones, pursed his lips and replied softly.
"Oh."
Zi Yan replied with a sense of loss.
When she first stepped into Entertainment Circle, her first album, had even sold for thirty thousand on her first day. Now, however, it was not even at two thousand, which made Zi Yan think of something else: Is it possible for a person who is rather old to eat?
Returning to the Entertainment Circle, Zi Yan thought that coming back was a very difficult road, but she didn't think that it would be so hard!
Originally, he thought that since she had returned to Dynasty Entertainment, she would be nurtured by the company and the results of her return would be twice the result with half the effort.
"Then, then how about Xu Ruoyu's album sales?" Zi Yan said somewhat dejectedly.
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Originally, she had confidence compared to Xu Ruoyu, but after hearing how terrible the sales of her albums were, Zi Yan's confidence completely disappeared.
"She ?" Zhou Fei hesitated for a moment, then said with a complicated expression: "Her album just broke through 20,000."
"Twenty thousand?" A trace of sadness rose in Zi Yan's eyes.
"Elder Sister Yan, I think ?" Zhou Fei wanted to comfort her.
Before he finished speaking, Zi Yan shook his head and said: "Go to sleep. We'll talk about the matters at work tomorrow."
After saying that, Zi Yan turned around and looked out of the window, her eyes flashing. The exhaustion in her eyes was getting deeper and deeper, and gradually, her gaze floated to the sleeping Mengmeng. Looking at her daughter's cute and exquisite face, Zi Yan's heart calmed down.
The next morning, when Zi Yan woke up, he looked a little haggard. After washing up, they sat in the living room on the second floor.
Zi Yan thought about it, sighed, and said: "Fei Fei, let's go to work."
"Now?" Zhou Fei asked doubtfully.
"Yes."
"No more breakfast?" Zhang Han asked curiously as he combed Mengmeng's hair.
"No appetite." Zi Yan was a little angry, even the delicacies that Zhang Han cooked had a lot less of an attraction for her.
"How can I not eat breakfast? Was the Egg-Fried Rice and the noodle soup enough to eat? Then I'll do something else for you. " Zhang Han said as he shook his head slightly.
"Yes, Mama has to eat with Mengmeng before going to work." Mengmeng pouted her small mouth and said seriously.
After Zi Yan heard this, he was slightly taken aback. It seemed to be the first time he had said something that concerned him.
"Alright, Mama will accompany you to work after dinner." Zi Yan smiled lightly.
With Zhang Han's concern, her depressed mood improved a little.
After Zhang Han combed Mengmeng's hair, he immediately went downstairs and drove to New Moon Mountain and picked up some cucumbers and tomatoes.
On the other hand, Da Hei and Blacky stayed by Zhang Han's side the entire time. It was unknown if the Da Hei's thick body was doing it intentionally or not, but it obstructed the line of sight between Zhang Han and the flock of chickens.
If it could talk, it would say in its heart, "Huu". "She shouldn't have eaten so many chickens, what should she do now?
Under the guidance of the Da Hei, in just two days, these two managed to kill 12 chickens. As they ate, they discovered that the chickens seemed to be missing a gap in their numbers, so the Da Hei prepared to eat all the adult earth ducks and geese to maintain a balance in numbers!
However, they did not expect that after killing two geese and preparing to light a fire, Zhang Han would suddenly appear. The two guys were startled and immediately extinguished the fire and ran back to the pet area, sitting upright with a 'I am a good boy' expression.