Fang Yang smiled and said, "Alright, what's the big deal that makes you so nervous? Now that we've achieved some initial results, everyone can go home and do what they need to do."

Seeing Fang Yang give the order, everyone prepared to disperse, but Chen Chen objected, "Hey, wait, wait! It's already noon. What can we do if we go back now? It's a bit cold today, let's go have some hot pot."

Yang Huajin nudged Chen Chen, "You think you can eat so much? You want hot pot too? You can eat whatever you want when we get back tonight, nobody's stopping you."

Chen Chen said anxiously, "What's the point of just the two of us eating hot pot? Besides, Zheng Xiuli's album is selling really well today, it's a happy occasion, shouldn't we celebrate?"

Fang Yang glanced at the time; it was already 11:30. "Anyway, we're going to eat lunch. It's raining and a bit cold today, so Uncle Chen, why don't you talk to the cafeteria and suggest we get some hot pot for lunch?"

Fang Yang knew what Chen Chen was thinking; he simply wanted to have some fun and a few drinks. He had never seen Chen Chen get drunk before. For Chen Chen, who was a tech guy, he liked lively atmospheres and good food, but he would never let drinking interfere with his work. This was why Fang Yang didn't mind Chen Chen's habit of having a little drink at noon.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Chen shook his head and refused to make the call. "I heard that the cafeteria prepared a whole sheep today and is going to cook mutton, but that stuff doesn't taste very good. If I say I want to have a mutton hot pot, the cafeteria definitely won't agree. You'll have to talk to them and ask them to save some fresh mutton, otherwise those chefs might fight me to the death."

Fang Yang hadn't expected this reason. He didn't know who Chen Chen had heard that the cafeteria had gotten a sheep today, and now that his appetite was rising, he wanted to take this opportunity to have Fang Yang make a phone call. You see, it was only the beginning of winter, and it wasn't the season for mutton to be widely available yet. It was highly likely that the cafeteria had gone to great lengths to get a sheep, only to have Chen Chen set his sights on it.

Nowadays, the mutton served at mutton hot pot restaurants on the streets is all frozen mutton. The local sheep are not yet full-term and are generally reluctant to sell. So it is really difficult to have a fresh mutton hot pot. No wonder Chen Chen did not dare to call the canteen. With thousands of people in the company, one sheep is not enough to fill a gap. If he wanted to get some mutton, who else could he ask but the boss?

Having figured this out, Fang Yang smiled at Yang Huajin and said, "Since that's the case, to celebrate Zheng Xiuli's album selling well, it's fine to have a small celebration at noon. Uncle Yang, just call the cafeteria and ask them to prepare some mutton and other dishes. We'll have a nice lunch."

Yang Huajin rolled his eyes at Chen Chen. He really had nothing to say about Chen Chen's gluttonous personality. They had been friends for decades, and Yang Huajin knew exactly what Chen Chen was going to do the moment he bent over. Right now, he had his eye on the fresh mutton in the cafeteria and was craving it. He came up with this perfectly legitimate reason. The cafeteria already didn't have enough mutton, and if they took out a few more portions, it would be a wonder if the chefs in the cafeteria didn't curse him out!

But even Yang Huajin himself, just thinking about having a fresh mutton hot pot makes his mouth water. He hasn't had fresh mutton for almost a year, and he really misses it at this moment.

After dawdling for more than ten minutes, a large group of people finally went downstairs and headed towards the cafeteria. It was drizzling outside. Although it wasn't heavy, the temperature had dropped sharply. A few days ago it was still in the teens, but now it had dropped to five or six degrees. This made Fang Yang, who hadn't worn thick clothes for almost a year, feel uncomfortable. He had only worn two layers of clothing when he went out today, and now he felt the biting cold wind. Winter had really arrived!

As Fang Yang was stretching after a long day of writing novels, near the end of the workday, Chen Chen pushed open the door and came in. "I have some good news. Do you want to hear it?"

Fang Yang stopped what he was doing. "Did Zheng Xiuli's song break into the top ten?"

Chen Chen chuckled and said, "It's not just that."

"That means the sales of film albums exceeded expectations."

Chen Chen clapped his hands and laughed, "That's right! Let me tell you, Zheng Xiuli's sales figures this afternoon were absolutely amazing! Film album sales have exceeded two million, that's a bit frightening! A diamond album is definitely in the works!"

Fang Yang smiled, "Judging from the current trend, it should be easy to reach that target. There will be another surge in production in the next day or two. However, I don't know if the album production can keep up. I remember that only two million copies of the first album were produced, and they're already sold out. If we hadn't produced them in advance, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to send the albums to customers tomorrow."

Chen Chen, who had been all smiles, froze upon hearing Fang Yang's words. "If you only produced two million albums, how did you sell the two million one hundred thousand albums today?"

"That's simple. The physical stores should have already sold out, but for online purchases, we can hold them until tomorrow and ship them out. This won't affect the customers."

Chen Chen became anxious, "What if sales are still this high tomorrow? We're out of inventory, how can we keep up with production?"

"It's difficult. Film and CD are different. CDs can be mass-produced and mass-recorded, but film cannot do that. Higher production requirements mean that a factory can only produce a maximum of 100,000 copies a day, and it can't produce any more than that."

"Then we might as well burn CDs; it'll save us time and effort."

"CDs are prone to oxidation, while film, if stored properly, can last for twenty years without any problems."

Fang Yang shrugged, shattering Chen Chen's last shred of hope. "What can we do? If we can't keep up with production, it will greatly affect fans' interest in buying."

"That depends on how well Zhong Zhifeng contacts the manufacturers. He should contact several to see if they can solve the problem."

Fang Yang also wanted to complain about the initial budgeting mistake. He had requested five million copies to be burned, but Zhong Zhifeng was afraid of unsold stock and only dared to burn two million copies in the end. He figured that if there weren't enough copies, they could burn more. However, they couldn't even last a day before the inventory was exhausted. This was something no one could have predicted.

As soon as the topic of Cao Cao came up, Zhong Zhifeng pushed open the door and came in. "President Fang, Zheng Xiuli's album is out of stock. I contacted them, and all the production capacity in the vicinity of Shanghai can only produce a maximum of 500,000 copies per day. This production can't keep up, which is a bit of a problem."

Seeing Zhong Zhifeng sweating profusely, Fang Yang pressed his hand down to calm him down. "Don't rush, tell me, how many of these two million tickets were sold offline, and how many were sold online?"

"There aren't many offline sales. When we were initially distributing the goods, we only distributed 500,000 units because the distributors lacked confidence. The rest were all sold online. Now we are already behind on online sales of over 300,000 units, and that number is still growing. I estimate that by tonight, we will be behind on at least 1 million units."

"If it's over a million copies, it's not a big problem. What do the offline distributors say?"