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

On the day the medical examination report came out, Yao Beina was left at the hospital.

Early stage of breast cancer.

The doctor said that since it was discovered early and the surgical removal was followed by regular check-ups, the probability of recurrence is very small.

Her parents patted Wang Song's hand and expressed their gratitude.

"Boss, please keep this a secret."

Wang Song nodded. "Take good care of yourself and don't worry about these trivial things."

Well, if this dumpling, made with vinegar, can cure it, that's good enough.

The Little New Year in the South.

The last core members in the small building also began packing their things.

Ma Xiaojun, carrying his bag, lingered at the door for a long time before finally turning back.

"Boss, how about I stay and spend the New Year with you? The promotional activities are going quite well right now."

Wang Song didn't even look up: "Go away, go find an internet cafe and keep an eye on things yourself."

"Then... reimbursement for internet fees?"

"I paid for my own work, it's not like I didn't give you a bonus."

Ma Xiaojun chuckled, then turned and ran.

Chen Shu passed by and called out to the inside, "Boss, I'll send the essay proposal to your email on the third day of the Lunar New Year."

After hesitating for a while, Liu Jianjun finally managed to say, "Boss, I'll bring you some more New Year's goods."

Wang Song laughed and waved his hand: "Okay, I'll be waiting for your local specialties."

Jiang Yilei was the last to leave. He hesitated for a moment at the door and said, "Boss, I'll be back on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year."

Wang Song then looked up and smiled, "What's the rush? It won't be turned on until the 15th."

The fairy-named building quieted down, but not completely.

"You guys missed me... eh?"

Jing Tian stood at the door carrying two boxes of pastries, her smile frozen on her face.

She paused for two seconds, then stood on tiptoe and called out towards the stairwell.

"Brother Wang Song?"

"Where are they? Did they all run away? I even brought the snacks!"

"What are you yelling for? I'm the only one left." The door to the second-floor office was pushed open.

"Come on up, we've been waiting for this box of pastries."

Jing Tian's eyes lit up instantly, and she ran up the stairs.

Once the snacks are placed down, you can sit in the swivel chair and feel right at home.

"I'm exhausted. The college entrance exam cram school is finally over."

"But I think I'm a little late. Where is everyone? Have they all gone home?"

Wang Song poured her a cup of hot water.

"It's just been cleaned up. If you had come half an hour earlier, you could have made it to the Spring Festival travel rush."

Jing Tian laughed as she held her cup: "It's definitely much quieter without Ma Xiaojun's loud voice."

After laughing, she couldn't sit still.

She grabbed Wang Song's arm and ran downstairs: "Come on, come on! You, as the boss, have to show me around!"

"I usually only browse your platform on my computer, so I finally made it to the site today."

"You need to give me a proper introduction to your so-called... original content platform!"

Wang Song was dragged along by her, feeling both helpless and amused.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Everywhere she went, Jing Tian acted like a troubled young girl.

Why can I only listen to music for 30 seconds?

"These comments are hilarious! How did they even come up with them?"

"Let's hold another essay contest after the New Year. I didn't even finish reading the last one."

"Can you recommend some projects? Are there any I could act in?"

"Adapted into a film or television series..." Jing Tian paused, her voice suddenly lowering slightly.

"Speaking of which, I thought my first movie would be in the film industry."

Wang Song couldn't help but smile:

"What's the rush? The script is locked in my safe, not a single word has been touched."

"You said you have the college entrance exam to take, so I didn't bother you."

"We can't expect you to be preparing for the college entrance exam while simultaneously filming a movie in front of a camera, can we?"

Jing Tian pouted: "You make it sound like I love studying so much."

"Will this movie be able to start filming after I finish my college entrance exam and get into university?"

"Otherwise what? You're not going to fail the exam, are you?" Wang Song raised an eyebrow, teasing her on purpose.

"I definitely can pass the exam!" Jing Tian patted her chest, her face full of confidence.

"My first choice is the Central Academy of Drama, and my second choice is the Beijing Film Academy, just like you said."

"Wrapped."

She suddenly remembered something and chuckled.

"What about the money I gave you for stock trading last time?"

Wang Song showed her the unrealized gains in the stock market, "You invested 20,000 yuan, right?"

"We currently have a profit of 80,000 yuan. Should we withdraw it?"

Jing Tian was stunned for a moment, then jumped up immediately: "Really?!"

She stared at the screen for several seconds. "They even said I wasted my time."

Jing Tian gave a soft hum.

"If you don't take it, I won't take it either. Consider the profits as investment in the movie."

"I'm going to be the leading lady, so I have to do my part for my own movie, right?"

Wang Song nodded: "Okay, I'll keep an eye on it for you."

As dusk fell, Jing Tian's phone rang several times.

As she left, she kept turning back to look at herself.

"Make sure you lock the script away! Don't give it to anyone else!"

"It's up to you to invest in stocks! Losing money is fine, but making money is even better!"

"I'll come again during the Chinese New Year!"

She's waiting for the college entrance exam, waiting for university, and waiting for her movie to start filming.

Wang Song smiled and agreed to each one. Xianming finally quieted down, but not completely.

The second day, the third day...

That lively figure is still there.

"Brother Wang Song! Check the forum!"

……

Shandong Province, thousands of miles away.

Ma Xiaojun looked at the screen, which displayed the Mop website; the deal had only been finalized yesterday.

[Special Event: Immortal Name Illustrations & Articles x Mop's Top Comments]

1L: "What's this immortal's name? Is it from a newly released 'Funny Things Encyclopedia'?"

He switched to his alternate account, saying, "I'll go show this to everyone, wait for my message."

Half an hour later, he replied again:

"It has pictures, music, stories, and even a movie. It's quite interesting."

4L: "It's really good. The picture and text section is quite interesting, and the witty comments are even funnier than the posts themselves."

5L: "After the New Year, it's a pity I can't think of a brilliant comment like 'triangles are stable'."

6L: "Do you all think this event is real?"

7L: "I saw it on Tieba too, it should be true."

Ma Xiaojun chuckled and changed into his larger size.

"The information is guaranteed to be authentic. Registered users, please remember to include this tag when posting."

The total prize money is 100,000.

Several well-known forum commentators have already made their comments in the replies.

They said they'd wait until after the New Year for the event to launch.

Ma Xiaojun leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

On the evening of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, in a rural area of ​​Sichuan Province.

The mobile version of QQ, which I just downloaded before the Lunar New Year, is called "One QQ Connects to the World" by Tencent.

It's alright, at least I'm not completely clueless.

Just like last time I went through all that trouble to snag a computer at an internet cafe and sent messages to the people at the studio.

In his QQ group, he has joined more than 30 author groups and has hundreds of individual author friends with special notes.

The message notifications kept ringing, all from people asking about the details of the essay contest.

Some authors who had previously signed contracts said they would revise their manuscripts at home during the Lunar New Year holiday and then submit them to the writing contest after the holiday.

Liu Jianjun's thumb was bruised and sore from pressing it.

I replied to each message carefully. The official start date was the eighth day after the Lunar New Year, and I could contact him anytime to coordinate.

He looked at the screen, line by line:

"I'll contact you after the New Year." "I'll vote as soon as the season starts." "You guys are really capable."

He had limited abilities, but he still managed to gather nearly three hundred people, which might be enough.

The answer can only be given to him on the eighth day of the month.

Liu Jianjun switched to another chat window; the other person called him an amateur sniper.

"Brother Zhou, we might make your story into a TV series after the New Year."

"Could you serialize your work on our Xianming Central platform? We'll share the profits."

I waited for ten minutes:

"I'll think about it; the terms are pretty good."

He put his phone on the kang (a heated brick bed) and stretched his aching fingers.

The other is Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province.

Chen Shu, who had just returned from visiting relatives for the New Year, sat in front of her computer, where the Tianya Literature and Art Forum was displayed on the screen.

Although her post was deleted, internet data is always circulating.

The prize pool is 100,000 yuan, no moderators will delete the posts, and the copyright belongs to the creators.

The announcement that the submission channel will be officially opened after the Lunar New Year has already spread throughout the creative community.

If this place won't keep me, there are plenty of other places that will.

"I'm not going anywhere for the Chinese New Year; I'll just stay home and work on my manuscript."

"I've written a suspenseful opening, and I'm just waiting for the submission channel to open after the New Year!"

"I only glanced at the essay contest that the Central Academy of Drama held before, and I regretted not going sooner."

"This time it's finally open to the whole society! Looking forward to the competition starting after the New Year!"

"For this social media post, I'm planning to submit one to try it out. Anyway, it's free."

"They won't charge you? What are they after?"

"It's a sketch, for making a movie."

"Is 'Love is Not Blind' adapted from their essay contest? I really have to give it a try."

However, there are also dissenting voices:

"A prize of 100,000? That's a scam, I've seen this kind of trick too many times."

"Upstairs, the Central Academy of Drama has posted an announcement on its official website, go check it yourself."

"I checked, it's true. And the top three winners from the last essay contest actually made a short film, which you can watch on Youku."

Chen Shu searched for the keyword "Immortal Name Contest" on every forum.

Suddenly I saw a familiar ID.

The author who said on the forum that if this writing contest ended badly, he would never write stories again.

He showed up this time too:

"I'm ready to vote."

"I've been watching them closely since they held the Central Academy of Drama essay contest, from submission to judging to filming the short film."

"I believe in this aspect of society."

She was always worried that if she reduced the prize money from 200,000 to 100,000, no one would come.

But now I finally understand that what these creators are waiting for is a place where they can see hope.

……

Time flies, and it's already the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Ma Xiaojun was the first to rush into the small building.

"Jianjun!!! Open the door!!!"