Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

After the call was connected, the people over there were like ants on a hot pot, more anxious than 0641.

"Xiao Fang, all your songs have been taken off the shelves! I checked and found that your VB account is still there. Move your songs there quickly."

Qu Yang quietly waited for him to finish, then smiled and said, "No hurry, Mr. Mu, I have a cooperation and I want to talk to you about it. See you at the Golden Melody Awards in a week?"

Mu Sheng paced back and forth in the office, hearing him explain the matter so casually, he was not sure if he had listened to what he said just now, or if he really had a solution, or simply gave up.

Hearing him talk about cooperation, Mu Sheng was taken aback: "What cooperation?"

Qu Yang was not too polite, and slowly expressed his intentions: "I remember you have a music platform on hand."

I don't understand why it got involved in this again, Mu Sheng responded, with hesitation in his tone: "This thing was built as a joint venture with a friend five years ago, determined to change the situation where the saliva song is in power. In the end, you don't need me to tell you." I saw it, threw the money into the river and listened to it, and within a year, my friend gave up."

"The capital is not enough. There are very few copyrighted songs on the platform. I am the only resident singer. I usually don't have advertisers or singers to buy recommendations. It is a loss-making business."

"The number of software downloads has only exceeded [-] today, and no one is paying attention. You want to try to post the song here? Then you can just post it. If you cooperate, you will be exempted. I can't drag you into the pit. "

Mu Sheng persuaded him earnestly, but Qu Yang just smiled and listened, without changing his mind at all.

Time is tight, and there is no time to create a music platform alone. Buying the finished product or becoming a shareholder and cooperating is the best choice.

If there is Mu Sheng on the platform, who is a member of the Recording Society who agrees with both philosophy and management, it will be even more effective.

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Qu Yang smiled, "Don't you want to break the status quo of the music industry and even the entertainment circle? Capital flow dominates, low-quality works become popular, and some really powerful musicians and actors are buried, and some I have no choice but to go against my original intention..."

"Isn't it your original wish to create a music platform to change these things?"

As Qu Yang said, he got up and took out a notebook, and took notes on it. Not surprisingly, he heard Mu Sheng's breathing paused for a few seconds.

After a while, Mu Sheng replied, "See you on the day of the Golden Melody Awards."

Regarding funding, planning, and whether Qu Yang's works can be published on the platform, Mu Sheng no longer struggled.

He has to admit that this person is really good at handling people's psychology, knowing where the softest heart is, and poking it with a sober and calm smile.

Xia Guo's music scene...has long since unknowingly changed its quality. Now, under the cloak of traffic, it looks at the prosperity of flowers and flowers, but in fact it has long been rotten.

I don't know whether this person who is best at creating miracles can really turn the situation around.

Feeling disappointed and looking forward to it, Mu Sheng sent the music platform information to Qu Yang.

eight days later.

The manor was as quiet as a tomb, and the two people in the study sat and stood one after another.

The old man sitting behind the desk was dressed in a Tang suit, tall and well-maintained, his gray hair was dyed black, and the wrinkles and ravines on his face combined with those far-reaching eyes gave him a serious meaning.

Even if the old man pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, there was no kindness or kindness at all.

Han Qisheng didn't dare to breathe in front of him, he lowered his head, his teeth chattered and admitted his mistake: "I didn't notice that there was a camera in the practice room eight years ago. He got all the evidence. I was careless."

"And..." Han Qisheng clenched his hands on both sides of his body, "I put too much focus on film and television dramas and variety shows, and neglected to hone my singing skills. I'm ashamed of you."

The old man didn't speak, but just stared at Han Qisheng indifferently, his eyes were filled with oppressive power without anger and prestige after soaking in power for a long time.

Han Qisheng's back was dripping with cold sweat, and he said bravely, "Also, Mr. Ling, I found that Fang Qingzhuo has also mastered the mental attack method you taught me, and his temperament has changed drastically."

"Is that so..." The old man finally opened his mouth, thinking leisurely, maybe he is a fledgling fast traveler from a merit department.

The old man glanced at him, Han Qisheng raised his head and lowered it again.

"The memory of the Internet is always short. What's more, after many years of brainwashing, these people have already been useless. It is very easy to wash you, and do as I say during this time."

"As for Fang Qingzhuo," the old man came from behind the desk calmly, took off the covering layer of flannelette, and wiped a portrait patiently and meticulously, "Don't worry, he will be your colleague in the future if he is interested."

Putting down the silk, the old man covered the painting, turned his head, looked up and down at the young man who dared not speak out, and sneered.

This is a good tool to stir up people's emotions, guide public opinion wantonly, and stir up wind and rain. The most wonderful thing is that the brain parts are not complete, and they are very obedient.

In the past eight years, Han Qisheng has led brain-dead fans to rape many people on the Internet, forced many young people in the entertainment industry to quit, and brought the three circles of film and television songs into a miasma. He is a new force of brain-dead fans.

It's just a pity that people have already seen through the routine, and it won't take long.

Fang Qingzhuo is a good candidate. If he doesn't know how to do it, he will be blocked directly. After two days, the news of his tragic death will come out.

Under the unclear gaze of the old man, Han Qisheng shrank his arms, cold for no reason.

At this time, when a phone call came, the old man's face changed, and he walked back to his desk quickly to look at the computer.

Before he could touch the mouse, an advertisement pop-up window appeared in his field of vision.

"Nirvana" and "Ascension to the Throne" reappear, and you can come to the Utopia when you listen to music.

The old man's complexion was uncertain, Han Qisheng didn't dare to make a sound, he even lowered his breathing, and suddenly heard the old man say: "Come here, do as the advertisement says."

Han Qisheng walked over in a daze, and when he saw the image spokesperson in the advertisement, the young man with a familiar face raised his lips, his eyes were sharp, and he was suffocated.

If I'm wrong, let the law punish me, not this nightmare-inducing face.

Thinking that he might still be a colleague in the future, Han Qisheng's eyes darkened and he became even more desperate.

The old man behind him watched coldly, with a thorn in his back, Han Qisheng clicked on the advertisement and downloaded the music software Utopia.

There are very few songs on the platform, and the two songs "Nirvana" and "Enthronement" are impressively listed, and the deleted video some time ago has also reappeared.

On the left is the song list, and on the right is a simple platform page. Like all music software, there are several advertisements that switch back and forth.

After the double-sided advertisements of "Nirvana" and "Ascension to the Throne" flashed, it was a singer talent show launched by the Utopia platform.

Han Qisheng tried to click "Nirvana" in the song recommendation, and it showed: This is a VIP song, you can't play it temporarily, may I ask the respected user to open it...

Looking back at the old man, Han Qisheng clicked on the activation interface under the signal of the other party.

Membership is 1 yuan per month.

payment.

You are the 5467976th user who has opened VIP. I wish you a happy listening to the song.

When the accompaniment sounded, it was indeed "Nirvana", which had disappeared without a trace on all major platforms. Han Qisheng touched into the comment area where the song showed 10w.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"It only costs one yuan a month. Although I only like Ah Zhuo's songs, it's really worth it."

"New platform? Looks good."

"Looking at the resident singers, several singers who won the Golden Melody Award have settled in, and the development prospects are very bright."

The air pressure became low, Han Qisheng didn't dare to look back, and saw from the screen that the old man behind him had his face down for a moment, and he suddenly smiled angrily.

"Okay, against the general."

Han Qisheng kept silent, but he couldn't figure it out. He was just promoting a small and broken music platform, so why did he turn this big guy into an army?

The old man refused to explain to him, but only stared at the music software on the screen with heavy eyes.

If the singer directly negotiated with the music software about the copyright of the song and asked for payment, the fans' reaction would never be as enthusiastic as it is now, and more than half of them would definitely not buy it.

The pressure he exerted was just like this being used by him in fours and twos.

Ordinary people are blocked by the entire network and lose all information about themselves on the Internet. They should be panicked and will go around to find a way out for themselves.In a panic, it is not surprising to do anything.

However, under the blockade of his news, the singer didn't go out in a hurry to accept endorsement commercials to make money. Instead, he went along with the flow and calmly prepared at home.

He has firmly grasped the emotions and psychology of the fans who have bottomed out in the past eight days, and he knows exactly what method to use to fight against the expulsion of good works by bad money.

——The method is very simple. Give excellent works enough living space and improve the people's aesthetic standards. Over time, it will naturally force the works produced by capital to upgrade and gradually form healthy competition.

Qu Yang transferred his current popularity to a platform that was not eroded by all kinds of mouth-watering songs, and used a membership fee system that attracted a large number of listeners, turning heads into funds for audition activities to attract resident singers.

The sharp sword that broke the game was out of its sheath, determined to clean up the entire singing circle with the edge of the sword.

The old man clicked his tongue: "It's a good idea, but if you want to develop in the future, it won't work if you don't buy a huge number of song copyrights."

"The membership system won't bring back enough funds. If you don't want your word of mouth to explode, the price increase must be mentioned in the future. By then, the fans will have already run away."

"Utopia," the old man said again, "Hey, utopians."

For the same hidden danger, Mu Sheng also said in a text message: "Utopia's venture capital, loans, and advertising fees add up to less than 300 million. In order to ensure the original intention, it is not feasible to introduce other shares or investment companies. The cycle of holding audition activities is too long." Long, no matter how short it is, it takes two to recover the cost..."

"I only bought a batch of quality songs at a low and reasonable price, and my funds have shrunk to half. What do I do next?"

Qu Yang replied to him: "Don't worry."

At this time, an email came, Qu Yang glanced at it, and then replied to Mu Sheng: "I have a friend who is a hidden rich man. He is willing to inject capital, not a cent of shares."

Mu Sheng: "!!!"

Qu Yang opened the email, and the visitor explained that the disappearance of the work was his own fault, and invited him to the manor for a talk.

He smiled and replied "yes".

In the afternoon, Qu Yang walked into the secluded manor, there was a person watering the small flower bed by the door, he heard the footsteps, he saw a pair of eyes as sharp as a knife blade.

0641 was frightened and said in a low voice: "Host, I feel that he... he is looking at me!"