Zhou Lin asked Gao Zhining to concentrate on website architecture and not worry about other things.

Someone is responsible for the technology, and Zhou Lin doesn't need to worry about it, the only thing he has to do now is to make money.

On Tuesday night, Zhou Lin called Geng Yunhe and asked about sales.

From Geng Yunhe's excited tone, it can be heard that this guy is really HIGH.

As of 16 p.m. on Tuesday, the sales volume of "Wuxia Weekly" has reached 86,573 copies, not counting the lag in the distribution time of some small cities, and by the time all the numbers come back on Thursday, it is a sure thing that the sales will exceed 90,000.

A "Mandarin Duck Knife" made the sales of "Wuxia Weekly" climb from more than 50,000 to 90,000, and this miracle made Geng Yunhe happy to close his mouth.

Hearing that sales were rising, several shareholders who were a little skeptical about Geng Yunhe immediately suspended negotiations with Jinma, waiting to see if the sales of the next phase would continue to be maintained.

Zhou Lin was happy for a while, and then euphemistically put forward a request to get the manuscript fee in advance at one time.

Geng Yunhe agreed without even thinking about it, he had long regarded himself as a grasshopper tied to a rope with Zhou Lin, only with Zhou Lin could he have "Liancheng Jue", only with "Liancheng Jue" could he have "Martial Arts Weekly", and only with "Martial Arts Weekly" could he Geng Yunhe, the editor-in-chief, what is the mere 300,000 manuscript fees!

After Zhou Lin thanked him, he promised to send the fourth, fifth and sixth chapters of "Liancheng Jue" in a few days, and then hung up the phone.

With the manuscript fee of "Wuxia Weekly", Zhou Lin's current funds have reached more than 500,000 yuan, which is still 1.2 million yuan short of the goal of 1.8 million yuan.

However, considering that there may be other places to use money after the website is launched, Zhou Lin raised the goal to 2 million, so he still has to raise 1.5 million.

He had already planned to make this money from the music company.

Dialed Zhang Xueyuan's phone, and a familiar voice sounded over there a moment later.

"Brother Zhou, what are you looking for me, is there a problem with the soundtrack?" Zhang Xueyuan was a little surprised that Zhou Lin turned on the phone at this time.

"The soundtrack is fine, I have something else to ask you for." Zhou Lin said.

"You say, as long as I can do it, there is no ambiguity." Zhang Xueyuan did not hesitate at all.

In fact, there is not much friendship between Zhou Lin and Zhang Xueyuan, it is completely a feeling of heroes cherishing heroes.

Zhang Xueyuan admires the songs written by Zhou Lin, but Zhou Lin knows that he has a few brushes, and admires Zhang Xueyuan in his heart for a person with real skills, and the two get along very well, and there is a kind of friendship between gentlemen who is as light as water.

At present, Zhou Lin asked Zhang Xueyuan for help, and he agreed without asking, and Zhou Lin was very grateful.

"yes, I have a few songs on hand that I want to sell for money. So I'd like to ask you to help you contact the music companies in the circle. Zhou Lin said.

Zhang Xueyuan: "What? Brother Zhou, what do you mean by this, if you have a song, you will sell it to me, why do you contact other companies, I have set your song! ”

Zhou Lin smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, don't worry, you listen to me." ”

"Say anything, the quality of your songs must be fine, as long as you write it, I want it!" Zhang Xueyuan was anxious.

Zhou Lin smiled bitterly: "That's okay, I have twenty songs here, and I will sell them to you at a price of 1.5 million." ”

"What...... What the? "This time it's Zhang Xueyuan's turn to be stupid," twenty songs...... Brother Zhou, don't be kidding. ”

"I'm not kidding, I really have twenty songs to sell." Zhou Lin said.

"You...... You think this is selling Chinese cabbage! Zhang Xueyuan really didn't know what to say about Zhou Lin, this guy initially gave him the feeling of being a genius, and then he felt that the genius was not so exaggerated and became a demon, and now I heard that Zhou Lin wrote twenty songs in one breath and sold them, Zhang Xueyuan felt that even the word "demon" could not describe Zhou Lin's anti-heaven behavior.

"Actually, I don't want to, but I've been short on money lately, and I need money urgently." Zhou Lin sighed.

Zhang Xueyuan didn't understand where a high school student needed to use 1.5 million, especially since Zhou Lin had just taken 200,000 yuan from him a few days ago.

But since Zhou Lin said so, Zhang Xueyuan could only help find a way.

"That...... If you have three or five songs, I can ask for them all, but twenty is too many. The company doesn't have so many distribution plans recently, and the financial management is also strict, or I'll tell the boss about it, and I want ten songs. Zhang Xueyuan groaned.

"Brother Zhang, don't. It's not that my songs can't be sold, so you don't have to be so embarrassed. And I'm trying to hold an auction, and the highest bidder wins. Zhou Lin said.

"Shoot ...... Clap...... Auctions? "Zhang Xueyuan has lived for 40 years, mixed in the music industry for more than 20 years, and for the first time I heard that there was an auction of songs.

"Yes, in my song auction, every song is sampled and auctioned at a low price. Whoever pays the highest price will take it. Zhou Lin said.

Zhang Xueyuan was silent for a while before saying, "How did you come up with this...... Idea? He endured it and didn't say the word "rancid".

Zhou Lin smiled, of course he would not admit that he was inspired by those fantasy novels that he had seen in his previous life with auction scenes.

Zhang Xueyuan was a little surprised at first, but after thinking for a while, he also came to his senses, and he was interested in discussing the feasibility of the auction with Zhou Lin.

It's not a big deal to have a song auction.

Songs are also a commodity, nothing more than a cultural commodity.

Antiques can be auctioned, paintings can be auctioned, why can't songs be auctioned?

Now the Chinese government is vigorously promoting legalization, paying special attention to the protection of intellectual property rights, and Zhou Lin can sell the songs as long as he registers the copyright of the songs in advance with the Publishing Bureau.

The two chatted for hours, and the conversation lasted until two o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Xueyuan finally vowed to help Zhou Lin pull more customers, so he hung up the phone.

Zhou Lin lay on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

He also did what he should have done, and then he had to choose twenty suitable works from the countless songs in his previous life in his head, and then make a sample to register the copyright, and if he thought about it carefully, the workload of twenty songs was not low.

However, when he thought that there was still one and a half million waiting for him to earn, Zhou Lin could only cheer up, and he chose twenty songs in half a dream.

The next day was Wednesday, and early in the morning, Zhou Lin called Ren Feifei to go to her house to record a song.

When she arrived at Ren Feifei's house, as soon as she heard that Zhou Lin was going to record a sample of twenty songs, Ren Feifei was stupid.

When she figured out what Zhou Lin was going to do when she recorded the song, she was even more stunned, looking at Zhou Lin's eyes as if she was looking at a monster.

It's no wonder that Ren Feifei has this reaction, if any normal person finds out that his partner is such a crazy genius, he will have no bottom in his heart.

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