Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 31 You used to be
Magic City.

In the bustling area of ​​Central.

The headquarters or main branches of many entertainment industry companies are located here, such as Douyin, Mango, and China Film.

Their office building is high into the clouds, with metallic glass covering the entire office building, exuding the atmosphere of a steel city.

Among the row upon row of buildings, there is one called Qinghe Entertainment.

On the thirteenth floor, where the executives are.

Luo Li was sitting in his office chair, holding freshly brewed coffee in his hand.

The bitter smell of coffee made him frown.

As a Qilu native, he actually likes to eat fried buns and pancakes for breakfast.

But as a top executive of one of the top entertainment companies in the city, a big boss in the music industry, and a person who has no say in company decisions, his image of eating fried dumplings and drinking pancakes cannot suppress his group of petty bourgeoisie employees.

This is the equivalent of a campus gangster with a Balala magic wand in his backpack.

How can I be the boss?
Most of his employees are locals. They like Western food, like coffee, like to watch "In Paris" together, like to watch Woody Allen, and then compare the New York City photographed by Woody Allen with the magical city he is in. In comparison, I will leave tears of self-pity and look out the window every rainy night, waiting for the colorful auspicious clouds to rush towards them.

Li Luo saw these new era young people through and through, and he hated working with them from the bottom of his heart. However, it was people like them who could best grasp the taste of the music market and created the myth of market value.

Perhaps it is not that they can grasp the taste of the market, but that they are the largest number of entities in the market. Because of their existence, new music genres have been unable to emerge.

As for that song, "Life is more than just what you have in front of you." Li Luo recalled its melody in his mind and was still shocked.

Pity.

What Li Luo knows best is the market. Which songs can make money and which songs can only bring excitement is a matter of glance.

What is there to say?

Middle-aged men’s spending power ranks behind pets.

Mai Zishan's background data also confirms his view.

With 30 million views, it has received three Little Rockets.

How shabby! The views of other videos have reached millions even if I just receive gifts!

But Mai Zishan is still struggling to make ends meet.

Li Luo withdrew his thoughts and prepared to start today's work.

Qiu Ye is going to release a new album and sing the theme song for a recent movie.

He also wants to sign a few new artists, all of whom he is very optimistic about and who may become popular.

lots of work.

"Mr. Li." At this time, his assistant Peng Huanhuan opened his door and walked in.

"What's the matter?" Li Luo asked.

"There's something wrong with the number of views on this video." Peng Huanhuan was holding a tablet in his hand, and a video was playing on it.

A man is singing into a microphone.

Li Luo felt familiar at first glance.

"What's wrong?" He took the tablet and was sure that this was Mai Zishan's video.

"His playback volume..."

Li Luo interrupted her: "I know that the ratio of this person's broadcast volume and gift income is very wrong. It is too disparate."

But Peng Huanhuan shook his head, "That's not the case."

Li Luo was stunned, "What's wrong? Is there anything else wrong?"

Peng Huanhuan whispered: "The number of views of this video has not hit a bottleneck at all."

Li Luo's breath stagnated, and he turned to look at the data displayed on the tablet, and was stunned.

All videos will eventually hit a plateau, where traffic stagnates.

Generally speaking, the life cycle of a video is about half a month. After that, the target audience of this video has basically been discovered, so there will be no new traffic.

But at this moment, Li Luo looked at the tablet in his hand with shock on his face, which showed the traffic curve of Mai Zishan's video.

It’s almost a rocket without any plateau!
Go straight up! Even though it has reached nearly 40 million traffics, the growth rate has not slowed down at all.

The completion rate has not dropped at all, and the conversion rate has not dropped at all.

what does this mean?
Is it possible? Thirty million views is just the beginning?
Li Luo felt dizzy for a while, as if he had low blood sugar.

No, this is impossible. How could an amateur with no background rush to this point? This is the appeal that only a new song from a king-level singer can have!
"Where is this person currently ranked on the singer list? On the two new lists released by Douyin?" He suppressed the shock in his heart and asked Peng Huanhuan.

"Uh, he's not here."

Li Luo: "What? How is this possible? The list hasn't been updated yet, right?"

"Emmm, no, it's because he doesn't have real-name authentication. He hasn't authenticated his account yet, and Douyin's list will not include non-real-name accounts." Peng Huanhuan sounded helpless.

"..."

Li Luo pondered for a moment: "If he authenticates his account now, he should be able to reach the top three positions on those two new lists?"

"Not only that, I also looked at the two new charts. The top three songs above, and all the songs put together, have more plays than his."

"How about his income from gifts?" Li Luo asked the question he was most concerned about.

"It has increased, but the ratio is still very disparate. His income from this video may only be 40,000 to 50,000 yuan now."

"Four to fifty thousand." Li Luo murmured.

Fortunately, okay, his judgment is still correct.

This kind of song is good to listen to, but the audience determines that it cannot make a lot of money, and its commercial value is average.

"Mr. Li, should we buy this song? Let's sing it for Qiu Ye. After Qiu Ye finishes singing, it will be no problem for him to become a top performer."

Li Luo was silent for a moment, "I just came back from Quancheng yesterday and went to see him. He refused to sell the performance rights."

"Ah? How much do you want to bid?"

"More than two million."

"You won't sell this?" Peng Huanhuan was a little surprised.

"Okay, stop talking." Li Luo said a little irritably.

Peng Huanhuan stuck out his tongue and slipped out of his office.

Li Luo felt a breath in his heart. He stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the office.

Looking at the relatively cold weather today, pedestrians on the road have begun to wear down jackets and wrap scarves on their way.

Li Luo had to admit that he liked this song from the bottom of his heart.

But love cannot be used as food. Commercial value is the only value. This is the motto he gave himself and must not be broken.

Luo Li closed his eyes.

Outside his office is a whole floor of Qinghe Entertainment staff.

They are all energetic young people, dressed fashionably and wearing headphones as they shuttle between floors.

They are bright and energetic, fashionable and unpretentious, and the whole floor is full of laughter.

Music is their job, laughter is their privilege.

To them, Mai Zishan's songs are just the groans of middle-aged and elderly people. The number of plays is worth noting, but that's it.

……

Mai Zishan sat at the table and sorted out the music scores in his mind.

He retained his long-standing habit of writing scores with a pen and drawing staff and chord notes bit by bit.

In this process, he can gain focused pleasure.

After a long time, the score was finished.

Mai Zishan took a long breath, picked up the pen again, and wrote the title of the song.

"Once you".

(End of this chapter)