Countless people from the Maoshan faction have poured into the Future Studio, and at the same time, driven by the call of these people, a large group of old listeners who live in the supernatural section of the listening bar have also entered the Future Studio website. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Almost anyone who listened to the tomb robbery notes was shocked beyond measure. The story of the first 5 chapters, as well as the black words in the tomb robbery circle. It all makes everyone feel like they are there, that tension with a hint of anticipation. It's something they've never felt, and in terms of the degree of gripping of the plot, even the descendants of Maoshan can't compare with it.

And the lossless version of the audio is even more of an auditory feast. After all, the effect recorded with film-grade equipment is naturally incomparable to those recorded with their own equipment and simply produced a sound effect.

Many people went to read the novel after listening to it once and were still unsatisfied. But after all, these people are all voice-controlled, and reading novels is also a pity to read tasteless food and abandon it. Some people like those who know part of the plot in advance can't help but go to the novel network.

And then came the backstage data of a new book, and suddenly a wave of growth exploded. As a background data person in the writing world, Wang Kui naturally discovered the abnormality immediately, and directly blocked him from this wave of data as a click behavior.

And on this day, an international flight arrived at Pearl City International Airport, when the named woman stepped off the plane. A large group of people in the fashion industry rushed to interview the internationally renowned designer, Ning Liying.

Ning Liying lowered his head, expressionless, under the protection of a group of security guards, and walked towards the car parked not far away. The moment Ning Pi Ying stepped into the car, Ning Li Yan said: "What's the matter, why can't I even find anyone." My dad's side, isn't there any movement?"

Assistant Zhang Qi lowered his head silently, not knowing whether to say it or not. Ning Liqian is so smart, just look at this expression. "Kiki, I don't think you're putting yourself in the right place. You're my assistant, and I'm paying you, not my dad. I don't think I need anyone's consent to replace an assistant if I wanted to!"

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Qi was already weak, so he said: "Okay! Actually, the chairman has inquired, but he doesn't seem to like that Han Min." So after someone reported it, the chairman pushed the boat down. And then, that's what it is now. ”

Ning Lifu smiled helplessly: "Hey, my dad is really good." I just admire other people's work, but I don't like them. So what happened to that Han Min now? Will he be crushed by such a blow?"

"That's not it, he seems to have set up a forum and uploaded his new works by himself. Hearing Zhang Qi's answer, Ning Liqian said: "Give me the URL, and listen to it on the road." ”

"Yes, Miss. With that, Zhang Qi adjusted the things, plugged in the best headphones and handed them to Ning Liying. When she heard the beginning of the story, Ning was frightened. Rao is that she has been listening to supernatural novels for a long time, and she was also frightened by the blood corpse in the first chapter. When the story gradually deepened, Ning Liqian realized that the whole story was actually about tomb robbery.

And this extremely lowly profession in the eyes of people is indeed not so offensive in this story. It's a pity that the whole story has just begun, and they just entered the river, and it ended when they met the female corpse in it.

Miss Ning, who is habitual, plans to reward her work. It's a pity that there is no way to reward on the website, which makes this female tyrant feel very uncomfortable. Only then did he say: "Isn't this website too small, Zhang Qi, otherwise you should go and be an assistant to Han Min!"

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Qi hurriedly said: "Miss, I was wrong, I won't listen to the chairman anymore." I'll listen to you in the future, you have bypassed me!" Looking at Zhang Qi, who was very yellow and empty, Ning Liying said: "Look at you like this, forget it." ”

As he spoke, he lost interest and closed to recuperate.

This night, the tomb robbery note became popular.

This night, the future studio is also on fire.

Their traffic showed a blowout, and soon the server composed of only a few computers crashed multiple times. In the comments, many people proposed to fund anchors and build better servers. There is no relevant channel. The state also stipulates that any profitable website needs to be filed and registered with the company, otherwise it cannot be charged.

In this way, Han Min and Meng Hanfei are facing a new problem, that is, the problem of registered capital. After buying these equipment, they only have tens of thousands of yuan in hand, which is not enough to register capital. And the state is strict with this area, and naturally there are no professional registrations.

In the end, Han Min thought about it for a long time, and thought of a person, Murong Qingxin.

In the seaside villa, the sea breeze at night is still a little cool, and the two sisters are lying on the bed chatting with each other. At this moment, the phone suddenly rang, and Murong Qingxin picked up the phone and said, "Hey, who!"

"It's me, Han Min. As soon as she heard this voice, Murong Qingxin immediately said, "Uncle, hehehe, I've been waiting for your phone call for a long time, why did you call." I've already dealt with that Li or something you talked about before. The copyright of that song is still in my hands, and I'll transfer it to you if you want it. ”

Murong Qingxin naturally wouldn't return the song, just be polite. And Han Min also knew it, he knew it very well in his heart, so naturally he didn't mention it.

Han Min said: "That, can you lend me some money, 100,000 yuan." Murong Qingxin was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "What are you doing with borrowing money?" Han Min said: "Make a website!" Hearing this, Murong Qingxin smiled and said: "What kind of website do you want to make, how about our partnership?"

"Audio Fiction Website. Hearing this, Murong Qingxin suddenly lost interest: "Oh. And then you're going to ask for 100,000, are you crazy? Do you know where the profit point of the current audio novel website is? Do you know that if you make a website like this, how long will it take to return the money you borrowed to me? If you don't even have a plan, why do you want me to lend you the money in my hand?"

was asked by Murong Qingxin like this, and Han Min also said in his heart that he was anxious. After a moment of silence, he said, "I don't know any of these things, but I think you do." And I have good work, and I thought maybe I could collaborate. As she spoke, Murong Qingxin's mobile phone received a message.

Han Min continued: "I sent you a link to our website, you can listen to my work, under consideration. Murong Qingxin said lazily: "Oh, I know." Uncle, you can still tell stories, will it be the kind of story with color! If so, I advise you not to do it, it will be easy to get caught. As he spoke, he hung up Han Min's phone directly.

Touching a nail that is not too big or small, Han Min is not discouraged. Since you can't make money through this way, it seems that you can only be popular first. As for the future, Han Min is considering whether to find another way out.

In the villa by the sea, Murong Qingchen said with interest: "Xinxin, what is that website, I'll take a look." Murong Qingxin said with a disdainful face: "As far as he is concerned, that is, he can talk about the ability to sing on the guitar and also broadcast." Saying so, he still handed the phone to his sister.

Murong Qingchen opened the website and entered it. In it, I saw the latest work tomb robbery notes. I thought about trying to listen to it, but naturally I didn't wear headphones. Instead, it is played directly with the speakers of the mobile phone.

When such a passage appeared on the loudspeaker, it suddenly gave the two women goosebumps in shock. When the person who heard the blood whistling grabbed Grandpa Wu, Murong Qingxin let out a scream that resounded throughout the villa.

Cao Wenhua was awakened by this scream, and ran into the room in three steps and two steps. I saw Murong Qingxin, who was already crying with fear, hugging the quilt and crying. And Murong Qingchen had already closed the tomb robbery notes, while comforting his sister. Although he was comforting his sister, Murong Qingchen's face was also a little pale.

It's all because Han Min's recording is too good, and the story is too real, as if it happened in front of them. Cao Wenhua inquired, and after listening to Murong Qingchen's explanation, he spread his hands and said helplessly: "Don't listen to such horror stories in the future." Murong Qingxin sobbed and said, "It's all my sister's fault, I'm scared to death Xinxin." ”

Murong Qingchen smiled bitterly: "Aren't I just curious!" Hearing this, Murong Qingxin didn't complain about her sister. Cao Wenhua smiled and said: "I asked An Min to come and guard the door, he is tall, so you can rest in peace." ”

Murong Qingchen smiled and said, "Thank you, Sister Cao." ”

"What's polite to me, it's just that this Han Min seems to be a good talent. Qingchen, Xinxin, any of you have his phone, give me I think I can cooperate with him. Hearing Cao Wenhua's words, Murong Qingchen looked at his sister, and Murong Qingxin looked reluctant, and said for a long time: "Okay!

Only then did he give the phone to Cao Wenhua, got into the quilt, and drew a circle to curse Han Min.

On the other hand, Han Min is thinking about what other ways he can become famous as soon as possible when he publishes a novel.

Han Min asked, "Feifei, what do you say to do now, the easiest thing to get angry?"

"Writing books, broadcasting, hosting, singing, dancing, um... Acting in movies, or on TV, otherwise participating in variety shows. Hearing this, an idea suddenly popped up in Han Min's mind.

"Good idea, should I also go to the variety show?"

Hearing Han Min's words, Meng Hanfei rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "Can you record a book well?" "Don't worry, don't delay." After Han Min finished speaking, he actually thought to himself. Seeing Han Min like this, Meng Hanfei was completely speechless.