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

Wang Song knew that this guy felt he was being treated differently.

"you?"

"Vice President Jiang, your task is to use your mouth..."

"Let's take a completely new path."

Wang Song directly opened a folder, which was filled with text and screenshots.

"This is……?"

"Your teaching materials, videos, and in-depth film analyses."

Wang Song pointed to the potato web on the computer screen.

"But it's not a typical film review; it uses the most colloquial language to explain the intricacies and interesting aspects of filming."

"Your persona is that of a knowledgeable and exceptionally good conversationalist student from the Central Academy of Drama."

Jiang Yilei was a little confused. What kind of persona is this? Isn't it just his true nature?

She took the mouse.

The document contains film analysis notes for several movies, including *Kung Fu Hustle*, *A Chinese Odyssey*, and *Infernal Affairs*.

……

Jiang Yilei's doubts deepened. "I'm only a freshman, do you want me to act in movies?"

Wang Song shook his head, opened the "Kung Fu" folder, and pulled up a few screenshots.

This is a classic film that I always stop and watch for a while whenever I come across the narration or the full movie.

The artistic element is three or four stories high.

"When the movie enters Pig Cage Village, the characters appear in turn: Coolie Strong, the Tailor, and the Fried Dough Ghost."

Do you know why it's arranged this way?

Jiang Yilei tentatively asked, "Because... they're all incredibly skilled?"

Yes, but more than that.

Wang Song zoomed in on the shots of the three people appearing on screen.

"They respectively represent the power, skill, and energy in kung fu."

"Stephen Chow hinted at their power levels and order of death by using the order in which they appeared on screen."

Jiang Yilei was stunned. She had watched "Kung Fu" three times and had never thought of these things before.

Wang Song then pulled up another set of images:

"Looking at Sauce Explosion again, he's practically showing half his butt throughout the entire film. When is the only time he's wearing pants properly?"

"This is...at the funeral of three great masters..."

"right."

"The only time a lowly man, who couldn't even afford a proper pair of pants, put on his pants was when he formally bid farewell to the chivalrous spirit."

Jiang Yilei suddenly understood what Wang Song wanted her to do.

It's about being a discoverer and a guide.

Take the audience on a tour of the movie world, and point out to them the hidden details.

"And this too."

Wang Song pulled up a close-up of Ah Xing being punched through the chest by the Fire Cloud Evil God, and placed next to it a screenshot of him being slashed with a knife by a thug when he was a child.

"The wounds are in the exact same location."

"Stephen Chow is saying that external wounds will heal, but the fear in your heart will always remain, and the only thing that can defeat fear is the little bit of kindness that remains in your heart."

"It's that book, 'The Buddha's Palm'."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

"You figured all of this out yourself?" Jiang Yilei asked incredulously.

"Yes and no." Wang Song closed the folder.

"Read more forums; everyone has their own insights, and you are the one who brings those insights to a close."

He stood up and took out the somewhat bulky DV camera:

"The equipment is here, and the background will be the white wall of our studio. The first episode will focus on ten details in 'Kung Fu Hustle' that no one has noticed."

"I've already thought of a name for the account."

Jiang Yilei asked curiously, "What's your name?"

"papi ginger".

"What a strange name..." Jiang Yilei frowned.

"Easy to remember, catchy, and distinctive." Wang Song handed her the DV camera.

"You have three days to prepare the script, and filming will begin this weekend."

"If you succeed, you'll be the first video blogger from the Central Academy of Drama to have a portfolio."

Jiang Yilei, holding the DV camera, looked at the dense notes on the computer screen and took a deep breath: "Okay, I'll give it a try."

"It's not a trial, it has to succeed."

Wang Song grabbed his backpack. "I still have a line to run, so I'm leaving the studio to you."

And Wang Song.

I wasn't idle while waiting for others to submit their manuscripts.

I gained three experience points by frequenting various music academy forums.

No seats available~

It's a ringback tone.

Songs like "Mice Love Rice" and "Two Butterflies" have raked in tens of millions in revenue with their simple melodies.

But Wang Song had no intention of finding a professional music studio.

The music industry?

At this time, there was also a strong sense of xenophobia. The academics looked down on the popular, and the popular circle ostracized the grassroots. Dao Lang's experience is the best proof of this.

His work became a hit everywhere, but was ridiculed by the mainstream music scene for lacking taste.

Finally, Wang Song pieced together his target from the scattered information on the forum.

Yao Beina.

She won the silver medal in the CCTV Young Singers Competition, demonstrating solid academic skills, and her fame falls perfectly between professional recognition and widespread public popularity.

In the music room, Yao Beina's expression was priceless after listening to Wang Song's utterly pathetic humming demo.

First, his brow furrowed as if a work-related ailment was flaring up;

Then comes the relaxation that follows the melody;

The heartbreaking story of how something good was ultimately wasted on cattle.

Can't compose music? Can't hum along? Can't remember the lyrics? Can't find someone to outsource it?

So what if it sounds bad? It's about making money, it's not shameful.

"The lyrics and music framework... is very interesting." She carefully chose her words, trying to be as polite as possible.

"However, why don't you find a proper music studio, make a decent demo first, and then come here? That would make it easier to discuss collaborations."

Here comes the standard academic mindset: process, standards, and appearance.

Wang Song had been waiting for this sentence, and he held up two fingers:

"First of all, I look down on their old Bush-style thinking."

"Secondly, they also look down on someone like me, a beggar from out of town."

"Note that this order is important."

Yao Beina was clearly taken aback. "...You're quite arrogant."

Whether it's arrogant or not is another matter.

Wang Song pushed the lyric sheet forward; it only had lyrics, not a single musical note.

"Senior Sister Yao, let me ask you, are you confident?"

The initiative has shifted instantly; they're not here to beg you, but to give you a chance to prove yourself.

Just like that.

Instead of saying that going to work is unbearable, you should say that even if it's unbearable, you still have to go to work. Wouldn't that be much more motivating?

Yao Beina stared at the lyrics.

"Are you so sure I'll accept? I'm supposed to be from an academy, after all. You've already..."

"You're different." Wang Song smiled, knowing the fish had taken the bait.

Simply put, you have a greater passion for art than those people, and...

He paused at just the right moment, "to make it easier to fool them."

"You...you have a really nasty way of speaking," Yao Beina glared at him.

"But the food... is really good, even bad singing can't hide it."

"So, are you confident?" Wang Song pressed, like the most demanding client.

"Let's give it a try, but how do we plan to collaborate?"

"You decide," Wang Song readily agreed.

"Either buy out the production fee, or share the copyright and attribution rights, or participate in the revenue sharing, it's all fine."

"Let's split it." Yao Beina said almost without hesitation.

She carefully folded the three lyric sheets and put them into her music book folder.

"But I said I'd give it a try; I haven't officially agreed yet."

She looked up and deliberately emphasized, "I gave you this opportunity to try your hand because you have a good foundation in lyrics and music, not because you tricked me."

Wang Song raised an eyebrow, not revealing her little pride.

He took out his phone and wrote down her contact information: "Okay, I'll come pick up the sample in three days. No waiting after that."

"Three days? Are you trying to kill me?" Yao Beina snorted, but still gave him the number.

Wang Song was in a good mood when he left the music room.

Working with intelligent and proud people is a great way to build a team.

There's no need for maneuvering or scheming; just lay the future out on the table, and truly talented and ambitious people will seize it on their own.

By the time I returned to the bungalow at the studio, it was already dark.

Jiang Yilei was squatting in front of the white wall setting up a DV camera. Seeing him enter, he immediately held up a crumpled piece of paper and complained:

"Papi Jiang's name is so weird! It's stuck at the beginning."

Jiang Yilei turned the DV screen to him and said, "Hello everyone, I'm papi Jiang. It sounds so fake."

Wang Song watched for a while. "Don't think of it as filming a video."

"Then what?"

Wang Song didn't reply, but pressed her back into the chair:

"Don't be so aloof, like you could have just talked to me about salary."

"But you insist on telling your roommate, 'Hey, you don't know, my boss is a capitalist.'"

Jiang Yilei was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"So, here, can I say it like this?"

"When you watched 'Kung Fu Hustle,' did you ever wonder why Sauce Explosion only showed half his butt from beginning to end?"

"Bingo!" Wang Song snapped his fingers.

Jiang Yilei thought for a moment, then tried asking and answering his own questions. He seemed to have found his rhythm and said confidently.

"Record it!! Let's try it once! If it goes viral, I'll raise the vice president's salary!"