The power of cover recommendation is really powerful. After all, it is aimed at almost all readers of Singularity. As long as you click on the APP, you can see the cover of "The Reverse of the Immortal".
The collection quickly increased to 170,000, and three days later, all orders officially exceeded 10,000!
Qin Xiaobao is naturally happy. His subscriptions are more than 7,000 every day, and he is very motivated to write.
""The Immortal's Rebellion" is awesome, I'm sure to book it."
"Hold the master's thigh tightly."
"@fatant, the master recommends your book."
"Witness a myth that became a god."
"Suddenly I have a goal, and I'm going to code."
"..."
Wanding is a watershed, it can be called a big explosion. As long as it doesn't collapse in the later period, there is no problem in earning a house. Naturally, no one will doubt that it is a result of brushing up, because the investment is too large and no one does it.
Moreover, if QiDian’s various recommendations are fake, doesn’t it mean a slap in the face?
People are weird sometimes.
If they were of similar status and someone suddenly became successful, they would always feel that there was something fishy about it. But when they suddenly distanced themselves from each other, the jealousy disappeared in an instant, leaving only sighs and envy.
The same is true for Qin Xiaobao. In the month when he opened the book, he was ridiculed a lot in the group. Now?
Disappeared completely.
However, there are still many posts dissing his books in Huangkong, but Fat Ant helped explain that there is a concentration camp where there are a large number of authors who think editors are blind, readers are blind, and God is unfair.
It's not just you, even those veteran authors are still sprayed all over their bodies. There have been several great authors who couldn't stand it and went to the line.
Qin Xiaobao doesn't have that free time. If you scold you, it won't prevent me from making money. I can do whatever I want.
This afternoon, Xiaobao returned to the rental house from the city, not only for other reasons, but also for the dubbing of the micro-movie.
Don't underestimate the length of the film, which is only eleven minutes, but it also took nearly two days. The recording location was at the Magic City TV station. Zhou Qiang was really kind and helped find connections.
The price paid is just one meal.
But after it was over, Xiaobao was depressed. Less than half of his eight hundred savings was left, and he still had to spend the New Year. It was so hard.
It’s really fucked. It’s obvious that the live broadcast of the novel is making money, but it’s temporarily unavailable. It’s so stretched. It’s so embarrassing.
All the way back, he was thinking about how he could survive the remaining month with more than three hundred yuan.
If you really want to borrow it, it’s much more convenient now. Not to mention other things, it’s the wealthy people from live broadcasts and novels. As long as Xiaobao dares to speak, it will definitely be fine. It won’t be like when he first came here. He had to beg his grandpa to sue him for thousands of dollars.
grandmother.
It's just that the feeling of owing money is uncomfortable. I keep thinking about it and my voice becomes softer.
In particular, it's one thing for someone to reward someone, but if you ask to borrow money, it might ruin the relationship, so let's talk about it later.
When I arrived at the gate of the community, I bought a fast food package and my deposit was reduced by 12. I walked home slowly and leisurely. I still had to have a decent meal.
As I was going upstairs, I heard a child crying.
I looked around and saw who else was it other than the landlord’s grandson.
I saw Little Fatty sitting at his door, holding a chicken drumstick in his hand. After seeing him, he stood up with a look of aggrievedness on his face: "Uncle..."
"What's wrong with you?"
"I...I..." Fengfeng sobbed: "I gave my grandpa chicken legs to eat and he was beaten."
"Are you sure you don't want to eat it yourself?"
Xiao Pang Dun is a gluttonous child. Xiao Bao knows very well and seriously doubts his words.
"Yeah!" Fengfeng nodded: "It's for grandpa to eat, and then daddy will beat me."
"Okay, okay, don't cry anymore!" Xiaobao comforted him by touching his head.
"Uncle will give you something to eat."
Oh, the sun is coming out in the west?
He was actually willing to give up food?
"Thank you," Qin Xiaobao opened the door: "I'll let you play with the computer for a while."
"Thank you, uncle." Little Fatty followed very obediently.
"Uncle, eat chicken legs."
Qin Xiaobao couldn't twist it, so he took a bite and it was very delicious.
"You feed grandpa, why does daddy beat you?"
"Because the chicken legs were licked by Cutie, I won't eat them."
Qin Xiaobao was stunned. He was the landlord's dog...
"So, what I just bitten was the chicken drumstick?"
"Um!"
"So you won't eat?"
"Um."
Xiaobao silently put down his lunch box, took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the little fat man's back and sent it to the landlord: The little guy insists on playing on the computer, and he can't stop him. Please take care of it.
A minute later, there was a knock on the door, and Fengfeng's father came down and gave him a good beating.
The howling sound could be heard through the door, and Qin Xiaobao showed a happy smile.
I randomly found a variety show and was preparing to eat when the phone rang and it was the number of Magic City.
"Hello." Xiaobao adjusted the volume.
"Is this Mr. Husky who can sing?" came a male voice from the microphone.
"Well I am."
"Hello, hello!" The voice was much more enthusiastic: "I am Zhang Tiancheng from Dongbai Entertainment."
Qin Xiaobao was stunned: "What's the matter?"
Zhang Tiancheng was a little surprised as to why he felt so cold.
"It's like this. Our company is one of the top management and entertainment companies in China. I understand that "Nan Shan Nan" and "God Is a Girl" are both your works, right?"
"Well!" Qin Xiaobao certainly didn't look good.
"You should have heard of stellar combinations."
Not only did I hear it, I almost went in.
"You have something to say."
Zhang Tiancheng was very angry. He was a senior executive in the company. Not to mention you, a small anchor, even if you meet those reputable people, the other party has to give you some face.
"That's right, we are very interested in these two capitals. Could you please tell me about the copyright..."
"Oh, I've already said it, ten million, one song!"
Zhang Tiancheng was choked and speechless.
He knew this and just treated it as a joke. He didn't expect that he would give such an answer when he came to discuss it in person. Are you serious?
"Sir, you may not understand Dongbaek...dududu...hey hey???"
The call just hung up.
"Why do such people exist? Their quality is too low!"
Zhang Tiancheng was extremely angry in the office.
"What's the matter, so angry?" A middle-aged man walked in.
"Mr. Liu." Zhang Tiancheng stood up quickly,
"It's okay, sit down." Mr. Liu pulled up a chair, took out Huazi, and threw one over.
Zhang Tiancheng helped him light the fire first, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily, as if he wanted to pour out the feeling of being ignored.
"Recently, two songs have been praised online. I listened to them and thought they were good, so I found the composer."
"Rejected?"
"That guy is so disrespectful that he actually asked for 10 million. I'm afraid he's crazy."
"It's interesting. Didn't you say we wanted it?" Mr. Liu said with a faint smile.
"I told you, and I said it was for Xingchen. If it were anyone else, I would have agreed in a hurry."
"Are you planning to use it yourself?"
"No, it's just a small anchor on the tiger fish."
"Well," Mr. Liu nodded: "Some artists are aloof. You have to pay attention to your attitude. If the songs are really good, you can communicate more often."
"Now that I know Mr. Liu, I will continue to work hard."