"Huayu brother Zhang Zhe's "Four Years", the sales in Nanhua Bookstore in the last two weeks was 23,000 copies, plus large and small video stores, the total sales are about 30,000 copies. Zhou Mei's "Stupid Woman" just came out this week, and the total sales so far are 8,500 copies, and I estimate that it will be between 12,000 and 13,000 in a week. ... According to this trend, it is very easy for Zhang Zhe's album to reach 300,000 sales, Zhou Mei is not easy to say, her stamina has always been insufficient, but this time Hua Yan has obviously put a lot of effort into her, 200,000 should be no problem..."

Li Jian listened to Zhou Hai's report on the market situation, and gently played with his little finger, and there was no joy or anger on his face. Suddenly, he interrupted Zhou Hai's words and said:

"How's the sales in terms of digital albums?"

Zhou Hai was stunned for a moment, turned the report in his hand back two pages, and replied: "New Wind Direction and Huage refuse to give us data, and at present, only the data of Kuge, Tingting, and Cloud Music are counted. "Four Years" is 40,006, and "Stupid Woman" and its line at the same time are currently only 30,000. ”

"Okay, I got it. Li Jian nodded, he already had a score in his heart.

At present, the market for traditional physical records is slowly weakening, and more and more people are becoming accustomed to paying for online downloads and buying virtual records. The profit from selling a virtual record is just over half that of selling a physical record, but it is only a third of the price of a physical record, and the production cost of a digital album is almost negligible, and all that is required is the fee paid to the music platform.

Today, digital album sales account for 60% of total sales, and this proportion will continue to increase over time, and the most forward-looking record companies are starting to focus on this.

“... At present, "Woman Flower" is ranked thirteenth and sixty-ninth on the new song list and hot song list respectively, and there is good news here, Mi Li's "Meet" is very tight, and it has rushed to the nineteenth on the new song list, and the hot song list is worse, and it has not yet entered the top 100..."

"What's going on with that thing you're doing?" said Li Jian coldly.

Zhou Hai was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted to what he was referring to, and said: "I have already asked them to start writing articles to whitewash rice grains, and the public influence should be able to slowly change in the past two days." After all, it was too outrageous before, and a large number of people already questioned it and sympathized with Mi Li. ”

"Good. Li Jian's eyes slowly lit up, "You go and tell Lao Peng, get ready, "Meet" will be officially released from next week." ”

Zhou Hai was slightly taken aback, this was two weeks earlier than planned, but he still nodded in response.

It seems that Li Jian is finally going to fight back against Hua Yan's previous behavior.

...

Wang Xianlu has an ancient name, but the person looks like five big and three thick, without the slightest fairy rhyme.

Wang Xianlu's dream is to be a chef, but he can't resist his parents, who are music enthusiasts, and went to a conservatory, and after coming out, he was in a mess for two years, and finally asked his family for some money and opened a small video store.

Wang Xianlu sat in the store with Erlang's legs crossed, boredly flipping through a home-cooked cookbook, and the CD player next to him was playing a popular song "Woman Flower" in the past two days. He didn't have much interest in the song, but if the customer liked it, he had to advertise it, otherwise he would lose money if the hundreds of CDs he had just bought last week would not sell.

The horn of the car sounded at the door, and someone walked into the store and shouted: "Lao Wang, come out to help unload the goods." ”

Wang Xianlu reluctantly put down the recipe in his hand, and walked out of the counter with a yawn: "What's the matter, there is a new album on the market." ”

"See for yourself. "The delivery man brought boxes and boxes of CDs from the car.

"These stars release an album every once in a while, and they release one every once in a while, and they are not too tired to panic. Wang Xianlu muttered a few words and stepped forward.

The delivery man smiled and said, "What are you talking about, what are we going to eat if people don't have an album?"

Wang Xianlu pursed his lips and did not answer. He glanced into the box, frowned, and said, "Rice grains, I haven't heard much of this singer... Eh, old man, don't move down, I'll just want two hundred. ”

The delivery man stopped what he was doing and asked, "Are you sure?" I can tell you that there are not many goods this time. ”

"Why do you want so much? I can't sell it and keep it in the dust. Wang Xianlu waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, if you're happy. The delivery man didn't ink, so he simply carried 200 CDs into his shop and drove to the next location.

Wang Xianlu casually pulled out an album, disassembled it, and replaced it with the woman flower in the CD player.

As the owner of a video store, inspection is still a must, which determines where he should place the album in the store next.

Melodious music slowly came out of the stereo, and Wang Xianlu found the most comfortable position on the chair and lay down, closing his eyes.

"I heard the departure of winter

I woke up in a certain month and year

I think I'm waiting for what I'm looking forward to

The future cannot be arranged because of this

....”

After a title song was played, Wang Xianlu's eyelids moved, and his legs changed positions. followed by the second song, "Tears into Poetry"

"I've been

It has turned my wounds into roses

My tears have turned into rain and have long been reincarnated

I have

The dialogue has been saved forever

I forgot whether it was dark or gray

...”

When the song was finished, Wang Xianlu finally couldn't sit still and stood up suddenly.

He picked up the album box in his hand, looked at the lyrics carefully from top to bottom, and couldn't help muttering for a while: "This song... Looks like it's going to be hot. ”

Wang Xianlu has opened a video store for a few years, and no one knows better than him what songs are the most popular and what albums are the best.

This album called "Meet Rice Grains", he only listened to the first two songs, and he had a faint premonition in his heart: with these two songs, I am afraid that a large number of young people are willing to pay for it.

Wang Xianlu stared at the album in his hand, the light in his eyes flickered, and finally, he ran to the storage room behind the store to move the big stereo that had not been used for a long time to the door, and then put the CD in, turned on the sound to the maximum, and played the two songs "Meet" and "Tears into Poems" on a loop.

Then, he kept replacing all the albums in the outermost row of the store with the new one.

By the time he was done with all this, he was sweating profusely and sitting to catch his breath, and someone had already come to the door.

"Boss, what kind of song are you playing at the door? "There were a few little girls of seventeen or eighteen years old, who chirped like sparrows as soon as they entered the door.

"It's right in front of you. The outermost one. Wang Xianlu hurriedly got up and greeted.

The girls all gathered around as if they had discovered the New World.

"Meet? Is this the one? It sounds very feeling. ”

"Mi Li, why haven't you heard this singer before?"

"Forgot it? Didn't the magazine we read yesterday have her story? I listened to her "Happiness Terminal" when I went back, which was pretty good, but it wasn't as good as this one. ”

"Boss, then I want one. ”

"I'll have one too. ”

...

"Okay, let's pay here. The smile on Wang Xianlu's face hadn't fully bloomed, and the door of the store was pushed open again.

"Boss, what's the name of the song at the door? ”

...

Wang Xianlu sent away three waves of guests in a row, and when he was feeling complacent about his previous behavior, he suddenly slapped his head and exclaimed, "It's bad, forget about this stubble." ”

He took out his mobile phone and hurriedly dialed a call, and said loudly: "Old man, I'm Lao Wang." Right, right.. I just wanted to ask if the album you had in the morning was still in stock... 500 sheets, okay, keep them all for me, I want them all.."