Business Closed Loop: Starting with Ringback Tones to Take Down Giants

In the newly moved three-story building.

Wang Song finally had his own independent office, no longer a small, makeshift room with just a screen.

Wang Song sat in front of the computer with the door closed, the screen displaying A-share market quotes.

red!

Maotai Technology, stock price 13 yuan, current price 47.85 yuan.

Bank of China Securities, stock price 6 yuan, current price 17.95 yuan.

Zhaoshang Bank, stock price NT$8, current price NT$9.61.

The initial investment of 30 yuan has yielded a floating profit of 57 yuan.

Unfortunately.

Later, I was delayed by a bunch of things and my cash flow was running out, so I didn't invest a single penny more. Earning less was a loss.

At this moment, Xianming's first dividend for the company had already been deposited into Wang Song's personal account.

Going all in is a form of wisdom.

The door wasn't locked, and Ma Xiaojun barged in, making a ruckus.

"Boss, boss, a certain point has softened its stance. Liu Jianjun and I have teamed up to cut the revenue split to 50/50..."

He glanced at the market data and account balance on the screen.

"It's open..."

Ma Xiaojun's voice trembled.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands...five hundred thousand?! Boss, did you rob a bank?"

His shout immediately drew everyone outside.

Jiang Yilei rushed forward faster than anyone else. She had invested a full 20,000 yuan, and she would have completely forgotten about it without that shout.

"So boss, how much profit have I made on my 20,000 yuan?"

"What? Vice President Jiang, you bought it too?"

Only Luo Dan and Zhao Lan, who helped set up the company, already knew about the boss's hidden side.

But this increase is too frightening.

Wang Song roughly calculated: "About seventy or eighty thousand."

Everyone in the studio gasped, then burst into enthusiastic shouts.

"Boss!! Count me in, count me in!"

"I'll vote too! I'll vote too!!"

"Can we newcomers vote?"

A group of people surrounded Wang Song, chattering and urging him to get on the car.

"What's going on? Why is it so lively?" Jing Tian arrived carrying snacks.

In no time.

"Wang Song!! Can I... vote for him?"

Wang Song smiled and raised his hand to quiet everyone down.

"If you want to get on board, I'll make it clear beforehand."

Everyone held their breath, waiting for what was to come.

"Everyone can invest, but there's only a limit of 50,000. We won't accept more. If you make a profit, I'll take 70%; if you lose, I'll refund half."

"If you can accept it, go to Rodin and register it, then the money will be deposited into my account."

The moment those words were spoken, the whole room erupted in chaos.

You get 30% of the profits, and half your principal back if you lose? That's practically free money!

A group of people ran out like madmen to register with Rodin.

Rodin came in with the account book: "Boss, we've raised 230,000, and they've all gone to make the payments."

Wang Song nodded without saying anything more.

Three hours later, witnessed by everyone in the studio.

The money came from clearing out the Zhaoshang Bank shares, along with company dividends, all pooled together by the group.

The total was 1.4 million. One transaction was used to replenish the position in Maotai, another to replenish the position in Bank of China Securities, and the last transaction was a full investment in shipping.

After doing all this, Wang Song shut down the stock market software.

"Alright, forget about it, go do what you need to do."

He looked at Ma Xiaojun.

"Ma Xiaojun, what were you thinking about saying this morning?"

"Hehe, boss, I just wanted to tell you this morning that I'm going to go see Tianxia Bachang."

Ma Xiaojun chuckled.

He revealed all his carefully crafted plans at once.

"Firstly, I will personally deliver the settlement payment for the merchandise to show respect before we can discuss the film and television adaptation rights you mentioned."

"Then we should discuss with him whether we can find another point to reduce the revenue share."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jianjun unusually praised him.

"Sure, Ma Xiaojun, I'm afraid I'll have to make a trip and meet the one who wrote about Zhou Weiguo."

Wang Song waved his hand, "Go, go, go if you want, the studio isn't short of money."

"Boss, we've been waiting for you to say that. Liu Jianjun and I have been wanting to go for ages."

Wang Song called two people together and set a limit on the funds available for copyright acquisition; if the limit was exceeded, they would simply stop buying.

He offered a few words of encouragement, talked about negotiation techniques, promised travel allowances, and asked how the new employees were performing.

The two, filled with enthusiasm, went to Rodin to ask for funds.

As soon as Wang Song stepped out the door, he heard Old Chen's joke.

"Mr. Wang, are you going to make everyone rich? I heard it all over here."

"Here's a small amount of money, just to share some benefits with everyone."

Wang Song walked over and asked in a low voice, "So, Consultant Chen, do you want to vote?"

Old Chen held out his hand: "Two hundred thousand. If you dare to take it, I dare to invest."

"Five hundred thousand, if you dare to invest, I dare to take it."

Old Chen finally backed down: "Hahaha, I wouldn't dare, I'll trust you this once, even if it's just 200,000."

Wang Song smiled and changed the subject: "I need to go out for a while, at least three to five days, at most a week."

Old Chen's tone was straightforward and to the point.

"Don't worry, the music platform is stable, and the company has also sorted things out. Your business is quite large."

Wang Song nodded and didn't continue: "When I'm not around, tell them some tragic stories about the stock market, the more tragic the better."

"To prevent people from becoming restless and unable to grasp the opportunity once they've actually made money too quickly."

Old Chen smiled and said, "Okay, I understand. Go ahead."

……

On the first day after Wang Song left, the lively atmosphere in the small building was not diminished at all.

They harbor both fantasies about making money in the stock market and expectations for the future.

The morning news from CCTV-2 in the lobby on the first floor was mixed with the sound of keyboard typing on the second floor and the sound of demos playing on the third floor.

It’s not lively.

"Penguin Ball officially announced that its platform has surpassed 2000 million concurrent users, becoming... the world's largest..."

"At the same time, the closed beta test of Qiuqiu Music ended, and Tencent announced that it would invest hundreds of millions of yuan to fully enter... and create..."

Jiang Yilei rushed to Old Chen and said, "Mr. Chen... the number of views has exceeded 100 million."

"Young Master Jiang, don't rush, don't rush, speak slowly," Old Chen reassured him.

"All the songs on our Xianming Original Music platform have surpassed 100 million plays on Qiandu MP3, and Qiandu sent their congratulations."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

"It's broken 100 million?! That's awesome!" Li Ran rushed down from the third-floor recording studio.

Chang Sisi was so happy that she hugged Yao Beina tightly. "Sister Na, did you hear that?"

This implies that the songs they worked on and reviewed, which involved countless sleepless nights, directly broke through the traditional distribution channels.

This feeling of being recognized is more exciting than earning a lot of money.

Meanwhile, Ma Xiaojun had already arrived in Tianjin.

Following the directions given by Tianxia Bachang, they arrived at a small restaurant where they had agreed to meet.

"Brother Bachang?" Ma Xiaojun was a little uncertain.

"Fourth Brother of the Northern School?" Tianxia Bachang looked him up and down and smiled.

"I never believed you when you kept saying you were a student. Sit down, it's my treat today."

Ma Xiaojun chuckled, put down the bag on his back, and took out a thick wad of cash.

"Brother Zhang, this is the settlement for the past few months, 84,000 yuan. Please check it."

"After this sale, we don't plan to sell any more. Scarcity drives up prices, after all."

"You...deliver cash in person?"

"Absolutely." Ma Xiaojun said matter-of-factly.

"Stacks of cash are much more sincere than numbers on a bank card; we are genuinely committed to cooperation."

Tianxia Bachang put the money on the table, turned around and picked up two bottles of beer.

I popped it open with a "snap" and handed him a bottle.

"Okay, I'll be your friend this time."

The two started drinking while telling the story.

Ma Xiaojun talks a lot, from how his studio started to how he was besieged by record companies.

Then he talked about how to hold a press conference with Baidu, and he was talking about it with great enthusiasm.

"Brothers, you guys are really awesome," Tianxia Bachang said, clinking his beer with his.

"I thought it was just something he said casually online, but I didn't expect you guys to actually do it. You're so genuine!"

"Of course," Ma Xiaojun said without any modesty.

After drinking two bottles, Tianxia Bachang's face began to turn red, so he went to get two more bottles.

Seeing that he was walking unsteadily, Ma Xiaojun quickly stopped him: "Brother Zhang, isn't that enough?"

"Not even close!" Zhang Muye slapped his hand away. "It's rare to find someone I click with, drink up!"

After drinking for a while, Ma Xiaojun's gaze began to wander.

"Brother Zhang, what we talked about last time—giving us priority for film and television adaptation rights, and the issue of splitting revenue with a certain website…"

"That's it? I, Zhang Muye, keep my word. You get priority!"

Zhang Muye slammed his fist on the table and shouted.

"Let's go talk to them together over there. If they dare not give us face, we'll find another company!"

Ma Xiaojun's eyes lit up, but he still pretended to be worried: "Brother Zhang, you've really had too much to drink..."

Zhang Muye waved his hand, "I acknowledge it! I know what you want; someone came here specifically for this last time."

Ma Xiaojun was startled.

Zhang Muye put the wine bottle down.

"You reminded me before to keep all the copyrights to the book, and I took that to heart."

"You wanted to buy the copyright to my first four works for 100,000 yuan? I didn't agree, but I trust you."

"Just don't change my character arbitrarily when you're filming the TV series."

Ma Xiaojun immediately made a decision: "Absolutely not, we uphold the principle of absolute respect for the original author."

"You can see through the record company thing too."

Zhang Muye picked up the bottle again and handed it over.

"That's got guts! Keep drinking! You're just a student, aren't you? You're not going to chicken out now, are you?"

"You think I'm afraid of you? I'm from Qingdao, come on!! Drink up!"

Mwah~

The crisp clinking of glasses brought this meeting in Tianjin to a perfect close.