"Handsome guy, hello, the records in this store are sold in limited quantities, and it is against the rules of the store for you to buy so many at once!" Ma Yu can be said to be an authentic Kyoto person, he has seen many people who pretend to be ×, but he has never seen someone who even has to pretend to be × to buy a record.

After all, you said that you came to our store to buy all the records in order to get along with your singer, and even if you bought all the records from all over the country, people would not be able to see you.

"Sir, no, there are rules in our store, you can't buy so many records at a time?" Ma Yu said anxiously.

"Look at your pretty, why do you have eye problems? Your glasses see that I'm buying records?" the man said angrily.

"Aren't those two of your subordinates?" Ma Yu said as he rolled his eyes and pointed to the three people who were checking out the bill.

"It seems that there is really something wrong with the eyes, they are them, and I didn't buy it. After the man finished speaking, he walked away, leaving Ma Yu who was stamping his feet.

"Boss, I want all the records of Du Tianqi in your store!" In the Huaxin Bookstore in Jintian City, such an arrogant voice suddenly came from the ears of the boss, who was smiling because he had just sold a few records.

He can buy a thousand copies of Du Tianqi's records at a time today, and just now he felt secretly happy because he sold a few Du Tianqi's records, but he was still very surprised to hear this voice at this time.

Although there are no more than 1,000 records at this time, there are still more than 900 records, and they have no pricing power for Du Tianqi's records, all of which are priced at a national price of 40 yuan.

That is to say, at this time, the records in their store still need about 40,000 yuan, and he has seen a lot of local tyrants, but he has never seen a local tyrant who fills up in order to buy records.

The boss looked at the two clerks who delivered goods to each other, and couldn't help but show a satisfied smile on his face, he didn't expect the goods he picked up this morning to be sold out so quickly.

"There are so many brainless fans!" the boss shook his head secretly, and then walked towards the store.

"Hello, do you have Du Tianqi's records in your store?" A little girl with a ponytail ran in the Huaxin Bookstore in Harbin City, and a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old ran in.

"We have Du Tianqi's records in the store, over there!" said a store manager who greeted her, pointing to a certain place in the store.

"Okay, pack them all for me, and send them to my house later!" the girl didn't even look at it, and said directly.

"What, you want them all?" The female store manager was surprised when she heard her words, she never thought that this girl did not look like a girl from a rich family, and she didn't expect to spend money without mercy.

I can't help but sigh: the power of fans is really terrible now.

At this time, the same thing was happening in major cities and bookstores all over the country.

Haizhou City Du Tianqi records are sold Xin.

Wanghai City Du Tianqi records are sold.

Soon bookstores all over the country were calling to buy goods, but with the current production capacity, they could only produce 100,000 sheets a day, and the supply exceeded demand.

"Mr. Zhang, Du Tianqi's records have been distributed nationwide, and they have all been sold out in less than two hours. Cheng Peng called Zhang Xiaowei and said this happy thing.

"Really, that's great!" Zhang Xiaowei didn't have a smile on his face, because he was looking at his phone at this time.

I saw that in the CC of the mobile phone, the book friends of various Xu Mengqun were drying their results today.

There is a picture of the Xu family's twenty-five less in the mobile phone, full of several boxes of records, he vaguely remembers that yesterday twenty-five young said that he had all the records in Harbin City, but looking at the situation on his photo, even if he didn't buy all of the Harbin City, it was almost the same.

There is also a sixty-three less, I saw that the sixty-three young also posted a few boxes of records, Zhang Xiaowei remembered, this eighty-three young man seemed to have said a few days ago that the records of Sichuan City belonged to him, and it is estimated that the one he is posting now is one-third of the records of Sichuan City.

The other one is eighty-three less, he has the most, Zhang Xiaowei took a closer look, there are not ten boxes but eight boxes.

Zhang Xiaowei seems to remember that he bought all the records in Kyoto City, but looking at this amount, it really seems that he has bought them all.

"I took a few security guards on our property today, walked around Kyoto City, and bought all the records left from the dozen bookstores in the city!"

"Did I do it wrong?" Zhang Xiaowei put his phone on the desk and rubbed his forehead.

He knew that even if these people bought and sang back, the final outcome would be lost, and even if it was a high-profile result, at most it would be resold.

Of course, that's not the point, the point is that the real fans don't buy the record.

There is another problem, that is, he is afraid that he will be caught by someone who cares about this topic, and if he lets people see that someone buys records in large batches, he will use the topic to play a certain impact on their company.

After all, the development of their company has been too smooth so far, which has made many similar companies blush, but they are suffering from not having any handle to be pinched by them, so they have always been forbearing, and if there is any topic that is caught, they will hold on to it.

His original intention was just to let book lovers buy one or two copies, and now the market is empty, but if someone is interested in checking it casually, the problem will come out, after all, you see who buys a record and buys thousands of copies at once.

"Mr. Zhang, are you there?" Just when Zhang Xiaowei was worried, Huang Yaoyang's head stuck in from outside the door.

"Zhang... , Huang Yaoyang, you are here, please take a seat!" Zhang Xiaowei was absent-minded, and realized that he had almost made a mistake, so he hurriedly changed his words.

He didn't have to ask, he knew what the other party was here for.

"The Legend of the White Snake is finished?" According to Huang Yaoyang who later told him, he played a centipede spirit in the Legend of the White Snake.

"The Legend of the White Snake has two days to be completed, but my role has already been completed, Mr. Zhang, I want to discuss something with you. Huang Yaoyang hurriedly began to boil water, he knew that Zhang Xiaowei liked tea.

"You say?" Zhang Xiaowei put down those annoying things and looked at the other party with interest, he wanted to see what reason the other party was going to find to convince himself this time.

"Mr. Zhang, you see that the Legend of the White Snake I filmed has also added some acting skills, can I play your Condor Heroes?" Huang Yaoyang did not beat around the bush and said bluntly.

"Do you want to shoot the Condor Heroes? Do you think you're suitable for the role in it?"

"Mr. Zhang, I think I can do every role except for Yang Guo's role. Huang Yaoyang was not modest.

"If you say that even Yang Guo's role can be competent, I can't say that I will consider letting you play the role of Yang Guo. Zhang Xiaowei smiled indifferently.