Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 257 The Last Road
After a long while, he could only express a burst of emotion.

"I just spent 6000 million yuan, but the account was immediately canceled... This person really has the ruthlessness of a gecko, and before the account was canceled, he resold 1000 million thousands of coins and withdrawn cash. It seems that he was not acting on his own will. , on the contrary, he is extremely calm and rational, this Ling Yun...is not ordinary."

Pacing back and forth in the office, he soon stood by the window and whispered again.

"But... why did he cancel his account? Did he give up? Impossible, does he have any other tricks?"

I don't know what Ling Yun's plan is, this makes Zhao Kun very upset, but at this moment, Bingjiang is upset...

Seeing Ling Yun delete the new song that he had swiped 6000 million and the data exploded, he was on the verge of crying with grief.

However, before it was over, Ling Yun immediately canceled all accounts...

"What are you doing! I managed to increase the playback volume to such a high level!"

"Distressed? The number of views is high, but do you think it is useful? You have millions of views, but the result is only more than 600 comments and more than 800 ratings. Do you think the data is normal? Can't you see it and spend money on it? The data that comes out are all brushed by the backstage for you?"

Ling Yun sneered, Bing Jiang remained silent.

In fact, he also knew what Ling Yun said was right, but after all, it was done by himself. Now that the money is gone and the number is gone, he can't accept it.

Ling Yun patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Don't worry, this way doesn't work, then let's go another way. I canceled the account to stop your thoughts. Qianqian Music has too many routines now. Keep the account. If you don't keep it, you will fall into it at any time."

"But...then I..."

"Don't worry, I've already made up my mind."

After finishing speaking, Ling Yun tidied up his clothes and spoke to Bing Jiang again.

"Let's go, go out to eat something, have a good rest at night, and go somewhere with me tomorrow morning!"

"Where?"

"Go eat first, and you will know when you go tomorrow!"

……

The next day!

Ling Yun and Bing Jiang boarded the plane again.

After getting off the plane, they changed to a car. After a 6-hour long journey, the two finally came to an office building in Ningjiang City.

Looking at a signboard that said 'Good Music', Bingjiang showed a dazed expression, but soon, his expression darkened again.

"Boss Ling, are you planning to release it on the Haoting Music platform? The traffic on this platform is too low, there is no difference between posting it or not..."

While talking, the two went upstairs, but when they reached the door of the boss's office, they heard a fierce argument coming from inside.

"Get out! Get out! Just want to buy our good music for 200 million? Do you really think that we can be humiliated casually when we are dying? Let me tell you, even if I let it go down, I won't sell it to you for 200 million!!!"

"Dong Zong, if three years ago, we might have paid 3 million, no, let alone 2 million, even 2 billion can be negotiated. But today is different, the 20 million to buy your good music, in fact The price is already considered high. To be honest, we are willing to spend money to buy your company, but it is only to make up for the shortcomings of our own platform in music, and to disgust competitors by the way. No. Everyone knows the situation now, your company basically has only one signboard left, and this signboard is still worth some money. If you don’t sell it, it may take a year or two at most, and the signboard may not even be worth much.”

"Get out! Get out! Get out of here!!!"

Then, the door opened, and a young man wearing glasses and carrying a briefcase was pushed and shoved out by a middle-aged man.

The young man scolded for being incompetent, then left with a snort.

Seeing the dilapidation of the good music, Bingjiang sighed deeply.

"Hey, before Qianqian Music opened its fangs, the good music was ranked first in China. At that time, the highest profit could reach 18 billion, and the boss Dong Peng was also considered a rich man. But now look, there are even I can't even afford to hire a front desk. It used to be valued at more than 100 billion, but now this kind of bastard wants to buy it for 200 million.

As he spoke, Bingjiang pushed open the door to go in, but an ashtray was thrown over him, accompanied by angry curses.

"roll!"

Bingjiang looked at Ling Yun in embarrassment, Ling Yun almost didn't laugh out loud, the two entered the room, Dong Peng was still angry, but he also knew that he had scolded the wrong person, so he raised his voice and hummed.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for you, the boss who listens to music, Dong Peng!"

"Looking for me? You also want to buy my good music for 200 million yuan? If you also have this idea, then hurry back, otherwise I won't guarantee that I will do anything out of the ordinary."

"Hehe, don't get me wrong, we do have the intention to acquire, but the price... still needs to be discussed with you."

Ling Yun's show of weakness finally made most of Dong Peng's anger disappear.

He looked at the two of them and pointed to the sofa next to him.

"Sit down, there is no tea, if you want to drink water, pour it yourself."

Ling Yun smiled and nodded, not angry.

"Mr. Dong, why don't you make a deal, or you can say a price. If it's suitable, I'll stay. If it's not suitable, I'll leave. If the business doesn't work out, benevolence and righteousness exist, so don't be angry."

I've seen direct ones, but I've never seen such direct ones. Dong Peng was not very good at Ling Yun's appearance. He opened his mouth and wanted to make a price, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say. How much, or rather, he doesn't know how much his company is worth, he only knows that 200 million is definitely too little.

The company has been his life's work.

When he was in college, he and a few roommates liked music, but there was no decent music player software in China. They finally made this good music after half a year of tinkering.

After graduation, the four of them took good music as their lifelong career. Later, when other people saw that the market was not good, they withdrew their capital and shares one after another, only Dong Peng still insisted.

He looked around his office and couldn't help but feel emotional.

"I regard Good Music as my son, and raised him from the time he faltered until he grew up, but now he is sick and terminally ill, I...I didn't think of a way to save him, but I thought about selling him, should I sell him? How much should I sell it for? I have raised my son, and now I want to set a price for him? Then sell it to someone else?"

Dong Peng was a little lost. Three years ago, Qianqian Music suddenly became dominant, and soon launched an all-round attack on them.

In just one year, 96% of the songs in Haotingmusic’s library were removed from the shelves, and 99% of the users on the platform were lost.In the past three years, he has been struggling to support himself. It's not that he wants to reverse the situation, but he is reluctant to part with this music platform he built with his own hands.

"President Dong?"

Ling Yun called out softly, Dong Peng recovered from his trance, looked at Ling Yun seriously, and then said apologetically.

"Sorry, I... don't sell it anymore."

(End of this chapter)