How did I become famous?

Chapter 160 Album Release (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Fang Bie's Weibo post did not cause much of a stir online.

At least that's how it looks on the watch face.

His fans have a very high level of understanding.

True fans don't need idols or fan leaders.

Or rather, there aren't many fan leaders among Fang's fans.

Even fan leaders need to make a living, you know. They either need to get their hands on tickets to internal concerts and autograph sessions and then resell them at high prices.

Or they might be able to get insider tickets and then sell them at a high price to organize fans.

There's a rule here: the official organization needs to contact the fan leaders, and then the fan leaders contact the fans.

But Fang Bie doesn't do that.

Does he need his fans to spend money? He doesn't.

He used to wish he had no fans at all, so that at least no one would come to see his flop movies just because of him.

But that's often how people are; the more they don't want something to happen, the more things tend to go in the direction they don't want.

So he gained fans, specifically "120E brainless fans".

But he didn't ask his fans to do anything. The reason they became his fans was because his movies were good and his songs were good.

Fans admire his talent.

Although the former was not what he wanted, the latter was not the truth either.

In the past, other fans simply carried keyboards and fought with others.

But when Fang Bie first "sounded the horn of counterattack," everyone understood.

They didn't do that kind of thing in the past because they disdained to do it.

Today, they want to prove that even if they blindly support their idols, they are still more awesome than the fans of young idols!

The album is officially available.

Su Mulin's album costs thirty yuan, and Xu Qian's album costs fifteen yuan.

Exactly half.

And this is only for the physical album.

Regarding digital albums, Su Murin's songs are exclusively licensed and sold on Su Zhe's music website.

Buying one song individually costs five yuan, while buying ten songs together costs twenty yuan.

However, this will not be included in the final sales figures.

By the way, you can listen to the entire song online by becoming a member, but you can't download it.

As for why the package deal is so much cheaper than buying them individually...

Anyway, there have been instances on Steam where CSGO was sold for 48 yuan on its own, but a bundle of all versions of CS was sold for 47 yuan.

Furthermore, this bundle also includes CS:GO, and these two prices appeared simultaneously.

So when Fang Bie saw it, he just made a comment and didn't care about anything else.

He was simply recording his a cappella singing over and over again using recording software.

That's right, he helped Xu Qian get a GG yesterday, and since Su Mulin is on his side, he's going to help Miss Su get a GG today too!

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to use any sound cards, so he could only record with his phone over and over again until he was satisfied.

Meanwhile, Xu Qian's album also went on sale at the same time.

Not only is the physical copy half the price, but on Su Erge's website, the digital version of his entire album only costs five yuan, and that's included in the sales figures.

But Su Erge didn't care; he'd be a fool not to make money when he could.

Moreover, he had already decided that he would use the money from Xu Qian's digital album sales to send a group of masked men to buy Xiao Mei's physical album.

Quite expensive!

Xu Qian is the most nervous one right now.

Because the company spent a lot of money to promote him, he knew that if he didn't make money for the company, they would abandon him and start cultivating new young talents.

That was an outcome he couldn't accept.

More than an hour later, his agent found him.

"The sales figures for the first hour are in."

Xu Qian kept shaking his leg: "How much?"

"The digital version sold 8,000 copies directly."

"Phew—" Xu Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

"But only a little over two hundred physical copies were sold."

"What about Su Mulin?"

"Three thousand sheets"

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Seeing that he was a little confused, his manager, Brother Wang, comforted him: "It's okay, you have more than a hundred times more fans than her. Go post a Weibo and encourage your fans. The company will also help promote you."

Xu Qian said with a bitter face, "Brother Wang, you know perfectly well that over 90% of my more than ten million followers are fake. What's the point?"

"Of course it's useful." Brother Wang smiled憨厚ly with his chubby face. "After you post on Weibo, the company can work on the data of reposts, comments, and likes. Once the data is done, the company can secretly spend money to operate your digital album."

Xu Qian gritted his teeth: "Fine."

"Mr. Su, Miss's album has sold 11,000 copies in five hours."

"That many?" Su Zhe paused slightly upon hearing the report. "If I remember correctly, a platinum record in China sells 50,000 physical copies, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Su."

"They sold over ten thousand units in just five hours! Fang Bie, that kid, is truly a marketing genius!" Su Zhe smiled, noticing his secretary still standing there, and asked curiously, "Is there anything else?"

"Um, it's Xu Qian, the one who challenged the young lady. For some reason, his digital album sold 90,000 copies in five hours, more than 70,000 of which were sold within an hour, and the IP addresses all came from the same place."

"Huh?" Su Zhe was somewhat surprised. "Such a good thing?"

Each sheet costs five yuan, so 90,000 sheets would be 450,000 yuan!

If you spend 450,000 to buy the younger sister's album, you can buy 15,000 copies!

"Alright, immediately arrange for someone to go to various record stores to buy the young lady's albums, buy 15,000 copies to get a feel for it."

But the secretary still didn't move.

Su Zhe frowned slightly: "Aren't you going?"

"Mr. Su, actually I already arranged for people to stake out various record stores, but Miss's album sold out too quickly. We only produced 20,000 copies initially. If we go now, they're probably all gone."

"Then hurry up and urge them to release new products!"

"Yes, Mr. Su!"

"Oh, right," Su Zhe called out to his secretary, who was about to turn and leave, "get me a copy first, I want to hear what my sister's songs are like."

Soon, a brand new, unopened, plastic-wrapped album was delivered.

Seeing Su Mulin in an evening gown on the album cover, Su Zhe's cold and aloof persona crumbled again, and his smile almost stretched to the back of his head.

"As expected of my sister."

Open the album, open the box, and a poster falls out.

When Su Erge opened the box, he saw Fang Bie dressed in a white shirt, holding a guitar and looking like an artsy young man, while his sister, wearing the same white shirt as Fang Bie, sat in front of the piano. She turned her head to look at Fang Bie silently, with a gentle smile on her face.

Su Erge felt a sour taste in his mouth: "Damn pretty boy, these young girls nowadays are really something, all they know is looks."

This is Su Zhe's (a 9 out of 10) evaluation of Fang Bie (a 5 out of 10).

For some reason, Fang Bie, whom he had previously found much more agreeable, now seemed repulsive to him.

I casually inserted the disc into the CD player, and the intro to the first song, "Sunny Day," began to play.

Su Zhe curled his lip: "Ordinary stuff."

But as soon as Su Mulin's singing began, his expression immediately changed: "You sing so well."

"Brother Wang, how much is it?"

"The 24-hour digital version sold 200,000 copies, and the physical version sold 600 copies."

"Where is she?"

"Digital versions were not counted, but physical versions numbered 50,000."

50,000 copies sold. It broke the domestic platinum record sales record in 24 hours.

And one of her albums is twice as expensive as her own!

This is insane!

Could he also be a pay-to-win player?

"Brother Wang, what's going on?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Su Mulin's album originally sold out when it reached 20,000 copies, but they urgently released new stock, and sales slowed down when it reached around 30,000 copies. But it might be due to Fang Bie's recent Weibo post?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Qian quickly opened Weibo and searched for "Director Fang Bie".

Sure enough, Fang posted a new Weibo post.

"Yesterday I helped my little brother Xu Qian get a GG (a virtual gift), and today Xiao Lin came to me saying I was favoring one over the other. Oh well, so today I'll help her get a GG too. Her album 'Mu Se,' which I personally produced, is now available! The songs are amazing! I'm begging everyone to buy it! It's only 30 yuan, you won't regret it! Think about your takeout! One meal costs 20 or 30 yuan, okay? And a pack of cigarettes is almost that price! Xiao Lin has been a pitiful child since she was little, just plain pitiful, please everyone support her! Oh, and I'll sing a snippet of a new song that wasn't included in her album. If you like it, go buy it!"

The following is another audio clip.

"The slowly falling maple leaves are like longing! I light a candle to warm the autumn at the end of the year."

The following replies were all the same:

"Teacher Fang, please stop your magic! I'll buy it, okay? You really didn't need to sing so awfully on purpose!"

Xu Qian also listened to that audio, and it completely stunned him.

This is the chorus, right? The key here should be quite high, shouldn't it?

Why does it sound so awful?!

The surrounding noise is terrible and there's no sound card, which is bad enough, but why can't I hit the high notes? And not only can I not hit the high notes, but I'm also out of tune?

Is this really Fang Bie singing?

He did it on purpose!

Why?

Why are the comments all saying they want to buy the album even though this is clearly reverse promotion?

Why were all the comments about me yesterday?

Is there no law anymore? Is there no justice?

He turned around: "Brother Wang, could you..."

"Let's hold off for now. The company has already spent 500,000 on hiring online trolls and managing the album. You know, the company has more than just you as an artist, so we can't go too far in helping you."

"Can I use my income in advance to buy 500,000 tickets?"

Are you sure?

Five hundred thousand digital albums, that's two and a half million.

This is equivalent to Xu Qian's income for more than half a year.

Xu Qian gritted his teeth: "I'm sure!"

He debuted a little over a year ago, but for the first six months no one paid any attention to him. It was only after signing with a company in the last year that he started to get on the right track and start making money.

His current net worth is only five or six million.

But he had no choice; the most important thing for him now was to win this battle against Su Mulin!

Only in this way will he not be abandoned by the company!

So he chose to double the bet!

Today, Su Zhe unusually did not stay at the company too late.

Because he wanted to go home and show off.

It has to be said that Fang Bie is quite talented; his songs are really good. Although he thought they were just average, he listened to them for a whole afternoon.

When he got home, Su Shi and Su Xun were already waiting for him to have dinner together.

Su Erge went straight to the CD player, inserted the disc, and started playing music.

Su Shi laughed upon hearing the intro: "Flower Sea? You bought my little sister's album too?"

Su Zhe raised an eyebrow: "Big brother, you bought some too?"

Su Shi smiled slightly, then pulled his hand out from behind his back, revealing three albums: "Can I not buy them?"

"You bought three?"

"Yes, one is for listening, one is for display in the glass case, and one is for collecting."

Su Erge was speechless.

Old Man Su, however, said that young people just like to make a fuss: "That's it? It seems you don't love Xiao Lin enough."

Su Shi raised an eyebrow: "Dad, what do you mean?"

Su Xun remained calm and collected, pulling both hands out from behind his back, holding eight albums between his ten fingers.

Su Erge was even more speechless: "You bought eight tickets?"

"That's why young people are so naive," Old Man Su said smugly. "I bought eight hundred tickets, kept three for myself, and gave the rest to relatives, friends, and business partners. I even have to give some to the company's management. How can eight hundred tickets be enough? Second son, remember to make a few more later. How can you be so stingy? How can a few tens of thousands of tickets be enough to sell? I've always said that the Su family has to be honest in business. When did you learn that scarcity marketing trick from those shoe sellers?"

He was very unhappy.

He clearly wanted to buy 80,000 copies, but his men searched all the major music and video stores and only managed to buy a little over 800 copies.

The second son is useless; he has no guts at all!

As for what to do if they actually buy 80,000 copies.

What a joke! The Su Group has so many employees, they can just keep sending them away!

Since it's free, I might as well listen to a little bit.

Isn't this great?

Liu Mang slapped his thigh: "Old Fang! I get it!"

"Huh?" Fang Bie was bewildered. "You understand?"

Liu Mang chuckled mischievously: "I didn't expect this, Lao Fang. You said you didn't care before, but here you are, still resorting to that fan marketing tactic?"

He pondered it for a day and finally figured it out.

Fang Bie's two Weibo posts were exactly the opposite of what he was doing, weren't they?

While seemingly promoting Xu Qian, she deliberately used that casually written, incomprehensible audio to illustrate that her words should be interpreted in reverse.

The second Weibo post seemed like a perfunctory response to the young lady, but he deliberately sang badly to pique fans' curiosity about Su Mulin's album.

Old Fang is a marketing genius!

Liu Mang felt that he had learned another trick.

Fang Bie rolled his eyes: "You know my singing level all too well. Why would I deliberately sing badly? That's just my true level."

That's true, Lao Fang's singing ability is... well, let's just say it's not great.

So what exactly was this marketing campaign about, and how was it conducted?

Could there be some hidden meaning in Lao Fang's unconventional actions that I haven't grasped?

Liu Mang, a brain tonic specialist, is confused.

I finally managed to write a 3800-word chapter, which is roughly equivalent to two normal chapters of 2000 words each. I'm going to sleep now.

After having a heart-to-heart talk with my cousins ​​this afternoon, I'll try to get back early and write another chapter to reach 7000 words.

If time permits, I'll try to update with 10,000 words.

There are only 9 days left in this month. I've been sitting in the third position for 20 days already. I'm begging for a monthly vote to keep me going!

(End of this chapter)