Chapter: 397

"Really!" Wei Chengdong took a closer look, and said in an envious tone: "There are top-line singers whose publicity is not the same, and it's only been two hours since the concert, and the meager number of fans has broken through 50,000. "

Thinking of their own meager fans of more than 3,000, they couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"Don't be envious of others, just work hard for our dreams." Xu Lan comforted, and said, "Let's also leave a message below."

"Haha, okay." Wei Chengdong shook his head, not thinking about those things, and said, "Then how should we write it?"

"Just write like this: Dear Hanyang..."

"No, no, respect!" Wei Chengdong shook his head again and again, he felt so awkward when his girlfriend said dear to others.

"Pfft..." Xu Lan smiled, rolled his eyes at him, and said, "Then call it respect."

So she typed a paragraph under Weibo: Dear Mr. Hanyang, I am the WX group, a group with low popularity, music is our dream, we watched Xue Dada’s concert, and we know what you said , I really hope to get Mr. Hanyang's songs, but...whether there are songs or not, we all wish Mr. Hanyang better and better in his career.

After sending the message, Wei Chengdong and Xu Lan looked at each other and smiled.

They actually think that the probability of getting the song is very low, because they are not very popular after all, and they also think that Mr. Hanyang's move is to make famous, so of course they need to find some obvious first-tier and second-tier singers, this kind of thing is also very rare. It's their turn.

But there is a glimmer of hope that they will try it. This feeling is like trying to see if they can win the lottery.

There are many situations like them, and they all left messages with the idea of ​​trying.

On the other side, when Zi Yan returned to the restaurant, her face was a bit tired, not only because of work, but also because her sales performance on the first day was very bad, it could even be described as bad.

Although the album market is relatively cold now, there is also a set of reference standards. If the first day exceeds 10,000, it is the quality of an ordinary album. If the first day exceeds 50,000, it is a small achievement. The number of first-line singers will exceed 200,000.

So here comes the important point, the daily sales of Zi Yan's album is only over 1,000, even though it's only been 12 hours, the result is also very poor.

Zi Yan was a little angry, and she didn't want to toss about because she was physically and mentally exhausted, so she stayed in the dining room with Zhou Fei to sleep and rest.

In the middle of the night, Zi Yan coaxed Mengmeng to sleep, lying on the bed with some insomnia, and Zhou Fei on the side didn't sleep either, watching Xue Qian's concert video with a mobile phone, and checking Zi Yan from time to time with her office mobile phone albums etc.

"How is the album selling?" Zi Yan asked softly.

"More than 1,700." Zhou Fei took off the earphones, pursed her lips and replied in a low voice.

"oh."

Zi Yan responded with a sense of loss in her tone.

When she first entered the entertainment circle, the sales of her first album exceeded 30,000 on the first day, but now it has not reached 2,000. This reminds Zi Yan of a sentence: Lian Po is old and can still eat. ?

It is a difficult road for Zi Yan to return to the entertainment circle, but she never thought that the road would be so difficult!

I thought that when she returned to Dynasty Entertainment, she would be vigorously cultivated by the company, so her comeback would be more effective, but now it seems that things are not as expected,

"Then, how is the sales of Xu Ruoyu's album?" Zi Yan said a little disappointed.

She originally had confidence to compare with Xu Ruoyu, but now after hearing that her album sales are so miserable, Zi Yan's confidence has completely disappeared.

"She..." Zhou Fei hesitated, and said with a complicated expression; "Her album has just exceeded 20,000."

"Twenty thousand." There was a trace of sadness in Zi Yan's eyes.

"Sister Yan, I think..." Zhou Fei wanted to comfort her.

Before she finished speaking, Zi Yan shook her head slightly and said: "Go to sleep, let's talk about work tomorrow."