Peninsula: You've been chosen here for producing girl groups.

Chapter 111 Zhang Jiao: What if I'm the only one missing?

"It's meant to help you avoid arrogance and impatience, to encourage you to persevere and reach even greater heights."

Han Jianshe conveyed the blessings and expectations of the local officials over the phone: "And we hope that you can sing for your hometown folks at the Qingdao International Beer Festival."

Being able to perform at a large-scale cultural event in my hometown is not just a business deal, but also an honor.

Han Shuo was no exception: "I have no problems on my end. I'll have the company handle it tomorrow."

The voice on the phone suddenly lowered a few decibels: "Xiao Shuo, some of your uncles and aunts want to talk to you. Is this a convenient time?"

Han Shuo immediately knew that his father had been flattered by his colleagues and needed his son to step in and support him.

"Uncle and Aunt? Turn the speakers on, I need to ask them."

"Then I'll open it."

With the phone on speakerphone, Han Shuo asked jokingly, "Did they give me a red envelope when I turned one month old? If not, you'll have to make it up to me now."

"Of course," someone interjected, "I'm Uncle Liu, and I'm giving you a longevity lock."

These uncles and aunties were all seasoned veterans in Tsingtao Beer's marketing department; they spoke very tactfully, and no one asked any annoying questions.

The conversation focused entirely on his acting career.

Some asked him when he would go back to hold a concert, some asked him when he would release a Chinese song, and how they would support him. The questions were varied and numerous.

These days, the general public still has a positive view of celebrities.

When someone's family produces a big star who can appear on television, people around them will feel a sense of novelty or wonder.

"Last year at the company party, a few girls danced to 'Tell Me,' I think this year it'll be your 'Insomnia'."

"Trap".

"Who else do we need to do a cover? If you ask me, we should just invite the real deal over here."

Han Shuo was thinking a bit too far ahead.

In Bilibili's planned self-produced drama series, beer is a very important investment project.

Tsingtao Brewery is already aiming for second place in the domestic market and striving for first. Whether it wants to go further or expand into overseas markets, it still needs to invest heavily in promotion.

It just so happens that I came across "My Love from the Star," which understands it best.

It remains to be seen whether Tsingtao Brewery can seize this marketing opportunity, which is no less significant than Snow Beer's "Brave the World" campaign.

"Sure, if there's no scheduling conflict, I'll sing a few songs for you uncles and aunts for free to liven things up."

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hang up the phone.

Han Shuo watched TV with his mother Wen Yu and Shen Yunzhu in the suite's living room for a while, then said he had to go back to rest because he had a schedule to attend the next day.

"Hey, are you coming back with me?"

Shen Yunzhu looked at Han Shuo, then at Wen Yu.

If Wen Yu weren't there, she would definitely want to go back to the dormitory with Han Shuo.

But now Wen Yu is alone in the hotel, in an unfamiliar place, and she can't just abandon Wen Yu and think only of her own happiness.

She ran to Wen Yu and hugged her tightly, saying in a simple and honest voice, "I'll stay here and keep Auntie company."

"I'm a grown man, do I still need you to keep me company?"

Wen Yu could see what the little girl was thinking, and whispered in her ear, "If you want to go back with that brat, then go back. Don't let someone else snatch him away."

"No~"

Shen Yunzhu snuggled up to Wen Yu and said, "I want to stay with you."

"Okay then."

Wen Yu's heart melted: "Auntie will help you with ideas from now on."

"Okay~"

Shin Yoon-joo lifted her head from her arms.

"What are you muttering about?"

Han Shuo leaned over, grabbed the little girl's two ponytails, and twirled them around: "I'm asking you a question, are you coming or not?"

The little girl shook her head in response to him.

Wen Yu, standing to the side, shook her head, saying, "You're such a grown-up, yet you act like a child in private. Go home early and be careful."

It didn't matter that he couldn't bring the little girl back; Han Shuo ran into Jeon Boram, the girl's older sister, in the neighborhood.

Accompanying them was Lee Juri, a long-time kissing buddy.

The two of them went to the school today to complete their leave of absence procedures. For the next year, they will no longer have to focus on their studies and can concentrate on being trainees.

He winked at Jeon Boram, who responded with an "OK" sign.

Lee Juri was unaware that she had been tagged by her roommate Jeon Boram. Less than five minutes after returning to the dormitory, she went out to go for a night run.

The next second, Han Seok received a text message from Jeon Boram: "She went for a night run~"

"Look how much they care about you."

Han Shuo hugged Li Juli from behind and showed her his phone.

"Huh—what? What the hell?"

Lee Juri said she didn't understand.

How did Jeon Boram become a little spy?

It wasn't until Han Shuo told her the whole story that she finally understood.

It turns out that the other party was worried about her safety going for night runs every day, and specifically asked Han Shuo to help persuade her in a tactful way.

"How are you going to reply?"

Han Shuo patted Xiao Mi's bottom: "Don't get distracted, just do your thing~"

"No, I want to see."

As the two practiced together more and more, Li Juli was able to perform a synchronized turn while moving, facing Han Shuo directly without affecting anything.

He bent over.

He moved closer to Han Shuo and stared at the phone screen.

Han Shuo typed a reply: "To avoid arousing her suspicion, I'll go for a run with her first, and then bring up the topic of safety when we get back."

The girl was probably glued to her phone, replying to messages instantly: "Do you need me to help you out, like calling you?"

Why does the art style suddenly feel Japanese?

Han Shuo looked at Li Juli.

He didn't care.

Li Juli rolled her eyes at him: "Don't even think about it."

"You still have time to think about this and that? I think you're not quite there yet," she said, grabbing Han Shuo's hands and pressing them against the headboard. "Don't be half-hearted."

Han Shuo had the privilege of personally witnessing the other person's waist and hip strength.

He said leisurely, "Your dancing skills have improved very quickly. Your movements are very powerful. It really shows that everything still comes down to real-world experience."

"Still talking?"

Lee Juri kissed him directly.

Women are indeed two-sided. They can be as elegant as a little princess, but once they break free from the leopard print inner layer, the little wild beast inside them comes out.

Thankfully, this bed set is of good quality.

It can wrap around a person's body well and distribute the pressure evenly.

With Jeon Boram checking on her progress, Lee Qri felt too embarrassed to stay out all night. She was about to leave after completing her "kissing points" recharge when she asked, "What am I supposed to say when I get back?"

I'm afraid I won't be able to use night running as an excuse anymore.

"Just tell them you want to learn guitar from me."

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A new day begins, and it's the same familiar Kencha morning dance.

"You rascal~"

Han Shuo wrapped Shen Yunzhu in a blanket and started hitting her hard: "I told you not to call me, just quietly pick out clothes for me, why didn't you listen?"

The little girl raised her neck.

Her big almond-shaped eyes were filled with the satisfaction of a successful prank: "I'll do it again next time~"

"You're trying to provoke me, aren't you?"

Han Shuo found a rope and tied it to her inside the quilt.

The tight blanket restricted the other person's movements.

The little girl was no longer happy. She transformed into a wriggling worm and could only crawl distortedly on the floor.

When she got tired of climbing, he stepped on her and asked, "Will you dare to do it again next time?"

The little girl was sweating profusely, with a strand of hair sticking to her forehead, looking quite disheveled, but she showed no sign of backing down.

"You dare? Then we'll see!"

As she spoke, she wagged her tail.

What else could he do? He couldn't just tie her up for a whole day.

I could only draw a stroke for her first and write it down in my little notebook.

The rope was untied.

The little girl emerged from under the covers as if she were molting.

Today, Shin Yoon-joo wore a spliced, faux two-piece long-sleeved top, paired with loose-fitting jeans, and her hair was styled in a bun.

Lovely.

She put her hands on her hips and glared at him angrily.

It seems to be saying that I'm angry and I need to comfort her.

Why does it feel like this little white rabbit has turned evil ever since Mom came?

No coaxing.

He sat down to eat breakfast and reached for his phone, but the little girl snatched it away, saying, "Don't look!"

Han Shuo: ? ? ?

He realized what was going on.

The little girl is usually very obedient, and even in situations like today, she usually quietly helps him tidy up his belongings.

At most, I would sit by the bed and watch him.

I spent some time with him today and wouldn't let him use his phone. Does that mean there's some bad news on his phone?

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Shin Yoon-joo sat down next to him. "It's just that the album sales dropped yesterday, but only a little bit."

"What do you think it is?"

Album sales can't exceed 10,000 units every day; there will always be times when sales decline.

Han Shuo took back his phone: "How many copies did you sell exactly?"

"8033 images!"

"The number is higher than I expected."

Shin Yoon-joo visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "Right?"

She leaned on the corner of the table: "Some weirdos just talk nonsense, saying things like—basically, it's all bullshit, don't take it to heart."

Han Shuo really wanted to tell the little girl.

Given his current popularity and buzz, a few negative comments are unlikely to have a significant impact.

Unless the company itself intervenes and guides public opinion.

This was also a marketing plan approved by him: when album sales reached a turning point, the company would step in to guide public opinion and further stimulate sales.

In other words, this wave of noise is just an act.

The logic behind it is quite simple.

Fans may want to distribute sales evenly across each week for various reasons, hoping to improve his weekly sales score and gain more number one spots.

However, he shared the same opinion as his subordinates.

That means trying to concentrate sales in one area.

The current sales volume is 5.2169 units, getting closer and closer to the 70,000 mark that the media has been paying attention to.

People have a strange psychology towards increasingly smaller numerical gaps: they feel compelled to step in and help close the gap.

The fans' enthusiasm will only grow stronger.

Similarly, when sales are close to exceeding 70,000 and getting closer to the 100,000 mark, this social mentality will help sales surge towards 100,000.

"What the hell?"

"Are these people crazy?"

When Kim Ah-young woke up, she saw posts on the forum that were badmouthing Han Seok.

"Are album sales finally going to crash? I hate these guys who come here to make money. They're always buying trending topics. It's so annoying. I hope it crashes."

"Selling over 8000 copies a day, and you call that a flash crash? The combined sales of all the new artists who debuted this year over the past three months don't even reach that many."

"He did all of that himself. He just made some money from games, right? He's rich."

"The crowds at the autograph session were all fake? You brainless bastard, go see a doctor! Why are you attacking people online all day?"

"8000 today, 4000 tomorrow, and it won't be long before it drops to three digits, all in one go."

"You wretched bug whose life is so miserable belongs to hell. Go straight there today."

The related posts did not spread widely and were mostly laughed off by the majority of people who saw them, but they still attracted some attention in certain circles.

Zhang Jiao is one of them.

She was very angry.

Ever since she had interacted with Han Shuo up close and received an audition invitation from him, Han Shuo has held an unparalleled position in her heart.

No one on this planet loves Han Shuo more than she does.

Nobody!

She couldn't tolerate this pack of mad dogs recklessly attacking Han Shuo.

According to the original plan, she and her friend would stay in Seoul for two more days to see if there were any new orders from China, so they could place additional orders.

But now she has decided to buy forty albums first.

Whether it sells or not is another matter, but let's support Han Shuo first.

A single album can generate more than double the profit. After accounting for expenses such as food, lodging, and transportation, the profit per album is roughly double the price difference.

In other words, if these forty albums become unsellable, it's like she's had forty orders go to waste.

That's about one-third of the serving size.

Fortunately, her friend was a fan of Han Shuo and was willing to share the risk with her, which means that she took on the risk of twenty albums by herself.

"Jiaojiao, you've changed. You wouldn't have wasted money like this before."

"Who said that?"

Zhang Jiao grinned and said, "How do you know it's a waste of money? It's not twenty new earnings. I have a lot of confidence in Han Shuo's album."

When buying the album, she specifically asked the shop owner about today's sales figures.

I was told that today's sales were almost half again as high as yesterday's, which means that more and more people are disgusted by those crazy people and are willing to support Han Shuo.

Tomorrow's sales will definitely be a pleasant surprise.

The higher Han Shuo's sales, the more people in China will pay attention to him, and the more popular the album resellers will become.

"52 points?"

The monthly test results are out.

As expected, only Naza failed the written test.

Naza tried to play dumb to get away with it: "I'm just not very bright, what can I do?"

"Stand still."

Han Shuo said sternly, "Tell me, how should I punish you?"

"Is punishment absolutely necessary?"

Naza quickly stepped forward, grabbed Han Shuo's arm, and said coquettishly, "You've seen how hard I work."

"Work hard? If you worked hard, how could you possibly get a 52?"

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Han Shuo decided to teach Na Zha a lesson: "Starting today, for the next two weeks, you will be solely responsible for cleaning the practice room."

"It's too tiring for one person to be in charge of cleaning. I don't want to."

That little guy's eyes darted around, an idea popped into his head, and he turned around, wiggling his small bottom: "Why don't you just spank me to vent your anger?"

Han Shuo almost slapped her.

I've never seen such a useless little brat.

"roll!"

Naza poked his chin and said, "Are you in a bad mood because your sales have dropped? Yes, that must be it. Here, I'll help you get revenge."

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"roll!"

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