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

"Haha, inspired by listening to Xianming Music's 'Bubble'."

What's the next line after "It's all bubbles"?

"Do you know how to pour wine?"

Chang Sisi watched with delight as Ma Xiaojun plagiarized the idea from Wang Song.

"Funny, right? Let's film one, and the title will say, 'Even the original singer couldn't help but laugh at the answer.'"

Chang Sisi glared at Ma Xiaojun. "You specifically called me down here just because of this?"

"Please don't do this! This is a clever way to attract traffic to the forum," Ma Xiaojun pleaded.

The previous post about bamboo leaf viper had a very good effect.

The comment section has finally gone from one person replying to themselves to one where no one can reply to others.

"I suggest you take a closer, clearer picture so I can help you authenticate it."

"Don't panic if you get bitten by this kind of snake. Find a cool place to lie down."

"Really?"

"That's fake. Corpses can decompose much slower."

Ma Xiaojun created a "Top Comments" list overnight and posted it on the homepage of the "Funny Stories with Pictures and Text" section.

Netizens, always eager for a good spectacle, returned to the story section and witnessed Chen Shu's story relay.

What started as a story relay got out of control and turned into a joke contest.

"Ma Xiaojun, I'm not done with you yet."

Watching jokes, reading stories, and listening to music creates a small content loop.

They're cute even when they're small.

The technical room on the third floor.

"Wu Yue, do you know about collaborative filtering?" Wang Song asked casually.

Wu Yue glanced at Wang Song in surprise.

"I know, so what? Amazon uses this, do you want to play with it?"

Wang Song nodded.

"Hehe, can't play this game."

"With this amount of data, there is absolutely no overlap between users or between different data sets."

The mockery from techies—no wonder the first target of a IPO is the tech people.

Wang Song thought for a moment, "I'm just asking if you can do it? Walking is better than standing still, right?"

Wu Yue chuckled, "It can be done, but the server load will be very high, so we'll have to pay more."

"add!"

"When there isn't enough data, the recommended results might leave you both amused and frustrated."

"Crying and laughing are also emotions; we'll train them gradually."

Wu Yue looked at Wang Song's determined expression as he decided to join the Party and remained silent for a moment.

"You're to my liking, I'll give it a try. Hire two more people for me, I can't handle it all."

Wang Song beamed, "Deal. I'll hire him, but you have to come for an interview."

As soon as he returned to the office, Jiang Yilei rushed in.

"Boss, Yang Shuo and Bai Baihe are here."

Wang Song frowned slightly.

They came once when Xianming moved house, bringing a flower basket, but never appeared again.

Now?

He got up and went downstairs.

In the lobby on the first floor, Yang Shuo and Bai Baihe stood awkwardly next to the fax machine.

Seeing Wang Song come down, Yang Shuo stepped forward: "Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang."

Wang Song nodded: "What brings you here?"

Yang Shuo and Bai Baihe exchanged a glance and said directly, "Our teacher sent us to find you."

Wang Song remained silent.

Yang Shuo continued, "We've had Teacher Chang Li look at the new script you gave us."

"Help us finish the script."

"Our advisor asked us to ask you if you have time to go back to the school to discuss this project."

Wang Song remained silent for two seconds.

Bai Baihe continued, "She said that this script can be submitted to the school's film and television investment program."

Wang Song nodded. "Okay, I understand. Deputy Jiang, come with me."

Yang Shuo and Bai Baihe exchanged a glance, and in the end, they could only follow.

"You two go do whatever you need to do."

Yang Shuo stood there watching Wang Song walk away, then turned to Bai Baihe beside him and said...

"Let's go, let's go. We'll just get to know each other first."

Bai Baihe nodded without saying anything, and the two turned and walked towards the performing arts department.

Same old place.

"What? You want this old man to make you tea?"

"Wang Song, you haven't been to class for almost two months. Have you calmed down? Or have you finished with your work?"

Wang Song sat down and started rummaging through Professor Ding's cabinet to get some tea leaves.

"Teacher, speaking in a strange and sarcastic tone is bad for your health." Wang Song finished brewing the tea and handed it to him.

Ding Ruru took it and snorted coldly: "A freshman representative speaking, and you just refuse like that?"

Wang Song did not respond.

"They took all the recording studio equipment, leaving only an empty shell of soundproofing material, without even saying goodbye."

Wang Song still didn't respond.

"They moved out of the single-story houses overnight and moved into a three-story building. I thought they had broken into the Central Academy of Drama."

Wang Song smiled and said, "When things are urgent, you have to act expediently. We've finished what we were doing."

Ding Ruru put down her teacup: "Never mind, let's not talk about this anymore."

He pulled a document out of the drawer and pushed it in front of Wang Song.

Wang Song glanced down at it.

Letter Regarding the Recommendation of Outstanding Innovative and Entrepreneurial Projects for Participation in the China Film and Television Venture Capital Program

The signature bears the seal of the Central Academy of Drama.

"There was one from the Central Academy of Drama, originally intended for the graduate school, but they weren't as good as you."

"After careful consideration, we've decided to give it to you."

Wang Song thought for a moment, "The school wants us? This time we won't be taking pictures of the admission brochure."

Ding Ruru looked at him: "Put away your merchant's mindset; this is not an exchange."

"It was the school that paved a path for you guys and gave you the confidence to rely on it."

"Your studio is doing very well now, making music and it's established itself."

"We at the Central Academy of Drama have absolutely no connection to music."

"But in the film and television industry, there are more well-known people from the Central Academy of Drama than you might imagine."

He seemed to remember something, and suddenly laughed, a very happy laugh: "Didn't make it into the circle, hahaha."

"You said you've never been in this circle before, hahaha."

"The school is afraid that you will be labeled as using your school background to cause trouble again."

"They will then pin the blame for the decline of the entire industry on you, and you can't afford to bear that burden."

"Even our Central Academy of Drama can't afford to carry that burden."

"You actually did something that even we wouldn't have dared to imagine. You're amazing."

"Why couldn't you have told the school sooner?"

"So when you moved the equipment, left the campus, and refused the freshman representatives, you were holding back a lot of energy."

"We can only respect your choice and help you with your compliance."

Wang Song picked up the document: "We're just worried about making things difficult for the school."

Ding Ruru's face darkened.

"Your business originated from the Central Academy of Drama."

"The house was approved by the school, the equipment was borrowed from the school, and I am the supervising teacher."

He paused.

"If you do well, the school will look good; if you do poorly, the school will have to cover for you."

"What about the Central Concert Hall and the Alto Concert Hall?" This was also what puzzled Wang Song.

"Those two universities, with tens of thousands of students, are all flocking to your platform for employment?"

"You can't contain them all. They're numerous, which means they represent the mainstream, so the school can only pretend not to know."

"They are too deeply intertwined with the music industry."

Wang Song remained silent for a moment before speaking.

That's absolutely right.

He recalled the incident involving Yang Jingyuan from Wuhan University in his previous life, and how devastating it was for students about to enter the workforce.

Wang Song smiled and put away the document: "Okay, thank you for the organization's trust and support."

Ding Ruru waved her hand, "Let's put this behind us. I hope I can see you in my class tomorrow."

Wang Song stood up, chuckled, and asked, "So, teacher, can we apply for two of these venture capital projects?"

"Can."

"What about the other three?"

"Go away, go away, that's impossible. Just seeing you annoys me."

Wang Song walked to the door, then turned back: "By the way, teacher, when does that film and television investment project close?"

Ding Ruru glanced at the calendar: "Next Friday."

"Writing reports is what you do best, so I won't go into details."

Wang Song waved: "See you tomorrow, teacher."

In the corridor, Jiang Yilei was leaning against the wall. When he saw Wang Song come out, he quickly stood up straight.

"Boss, how's it going?"

Wang Song handed her the document: "Read it yourself."

Jiang Yilei glanced down and his eyes widened: "The Central Academy of Drama's venture capital spots? They gave them to us?"

Wang Song nodded.

Jiang Yilei followed behind him: "This...this says the maximum support fund is 300,000?"

As Wang Song walked, he said, "Let's report two cases and take all 300,000."

Jiang Yilei was stunned for a moment: "Two?"

"Is it Yang Shuo's, or Jing Tian's? Or the one Chen Shu serialized in Story Magazine?"

Wang Song abruptly stopped in his tracks: "A storytelling session?"

"What? What's wrong, boss? Which two?" Jiang Yilei asked, puzzled.

Wang Song thought for a moment.

"Vice President Jiang, do you think we should give the school a nice return gift?"

"Oh?"

"Using the name of the Xianming Original Content Platform, we will co-host an original story writing competition with the Central Academy of Drama."

"Two hundred winners, with a total prize pool of 50,000 yuan, are listed in the Immortal Storytelling section."

He smiled.

"There are no restrictions on the subject matter, but short stories suitable for film and television adaptation are encouraged."

"Let all those at the Central Academy of Drama who want to write stories pick up their pens and think of our Xianming again."

Jiang Yilei recalled the first time they pasted red paper in front of the cafeteria.

I remember how many manuscripts they received, their hands were sore from accepting them.

Jiang Yilei said admiringly.

"It has to be you, boss."

"With 50,000 yuan, our platform could get at least 200 submissions. It's worth it!!"

"Moreover, it's under the name of the Central Academy of Drama, which benefits the students and also gives the school prestige."

Wang Song nodded and smiled, "Let's go back and write the proposal."