Chapter 87 Sale
“Give me a copy of The Memory Islands, please!”
"I want five!"
"If you want five, can you please get out of here? If you buy them, what will we buy?!"
"If you have money, buy it!"
When Oda Katsu closed the store yesterday, he cleared out what needed to be cleared out and made a large space as a special area for Eclipse, where he put Eclipse's new album. He was just waiting to open the store the next day and for fans to come in. He was happily counting money.
He received four large boxes, with 760 albums in total. For a store like his which is not particularly large and has average fame, if it were any other star, he would be afraid of losing money. But if it was Eclipse's album, even if it couldn't be sold out in one day, it would be sold out in a week.
He is always hardworking and gets up early, so he opened the shop at 8:30 in the morning.
Then, as soon as the door opened, fans rushed to the corner. I clung to the wall and dared not move. I could only watch in a daze as a group of people walked to the Eclipse area to grab the album.
"Boss! Where are the people? Where did they go?"
Oda Sheng said weakly: "Here, here."
A man with tattoos turned around when he heard the voice and picked him up speechlessly, "Manager, can you speak louder?"
He carried Oda Katsu behind the counter without any obstruction as the fans made way for him.
Oda Sheng hurriedly sent a message to his clerk, asking him to come over quickly, and then began to immerse himself in collecting money.
For the first time, he experienced the feeling of counting money until his hands cramped. Fortunately, the clerk lived nearby and quickly came to share the workload with him.
The two were so busy that they didn't know how much money they had collected from customers. Then they heard someone say, "No more! Boss, where's the stock?"
"Right away." Oda Katsu hurriedly took out the rest, without even having time to put the albums on the shelf. He just handed over the money and received the goods.
"Oh my god, the Japanese were supposed to be reserved!" Some people were unable to squeeze in and their defense was broken.
"Bagayalu! Go back to your house and buy it!"
Oda Sheng tried to stop the fight: "Don't worry! You can pre-order it on the official website, it's not like you can't buy it!"
The people who were about to quarrel just now rolled their eyes at the store manager.
"Why do you think I came to buy offline? It takes several days to receive the goods if I pre-order online!"
"Do you think I don't know? Do I need you to teach me?"
"Hurry up, can you be more quick? Haven't you eaten yet?"
After handing over the last album in the box, store manager Masaru Oda looked at the empty box, then at the customer in front of him who was staring at him eagerly, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
"No more." Oda Sheng nodded timidly.
"If you're out of stock, get some more! Call us! Are you standing here waiting for us to make it for you?!"
"Oh my god, how did this guy become a store manager?"
Oda Sheng dared not speak out but was angry.
You can't mess with anxious and angry fans.
Finally, after pacifying all the customers, Oda Sheng looked at the money on the counter and felt happy but exhausted. He and the clerk left an album for themselves. Holding the album, Oda Sheng gave it a kiss and said, "Thank you, five gods of wealth."
It was actually only eleven o'clock, and Oda Katsu just wanted to rest. He went out to close the door, and then he found something wrong.
He wandered in front of his store, walked back and forth a few times, and finally confirmed it. Oda Sheng collapsed: "Wait, where is the promotional poster I put up?!"
There was a black sedan parked outside the record store.
"Well done, Ijichi." Gojo Satoru accepted the album and poster with satisfaction.
Ichichi laughed dryly.
When I bought the album, I gave the store manager a little extra money as if I was buying a promotional poster. As for whether the store manager was willing to sell it or not, that was not even a consideration.
Ijichi also bought one himself, and all the money was paid for by Gojo Satoru, which gave him some psychological comfort.
This was not the first time he helped Gojo Satoru buy an album. He would occasionally help him get some limited-time and limited-edition peripherals. Even the strongest would be defeated by the fans' extreme speed.
"Go back."
Gojo Satoru can't wait to listen to the purifying effect of the new album.
As an insider, Geto Suguru had already heard it.
In the Japanese-style room full of ancient charm, the record player next to it is not playing Buddhist music, but modern pop music.
Xia Youjie was still wearing his robes, and there were no believers kneeling in front of him. They all looked like ugly monsters.
These are the cursed spirits that Geto Suguru took out from his inventory, one from level 4 to level 1, so that he could observe the time it takes for them to be purified.
Level 4 curse spirit, one second.
Level 3 curse spirit, one minute.
Level 2 curse, eight minutes.
Level 1 cursed spirit, forty-five hours.
If it was a live performance by real people, the effect would be better. Xia Youjie had heard them sing before, and a second-level cursed spirit could not last for a song.
In the past, the singing voice converted by the equipment would be weakened four or five times, but now it has been weakened by two times. I don’t know how Yaliu did it.
Watching the cursed spirits turn into golden particles and dissipate in the air as if they were liberated, Xia Yujie let out a long breath. He no longer sat cross-legged at this time, but stretched out his legs, leaned back, spread his hands, and enjoyed the song with healing power in a relaxed posture.
Nanako had said something to him before. Oh yes, it was as if all the wrinkles in his cerebral cortex were smoothed out, and he didn't want to think about anything now.
Emptying the mind seems to be a difficult thing for those who worry too much. They no longer have clear goals or ideas. Their tense muscles relax, as if they have turned into a pool of water, flowing quietly under the force of gravity, or turned into fluffy clouds, blown by the wind, and slowly moving.
The flow of time is infinitely stretched, losing its boundaries; all sounds are fading away, becoming hazy background noises.
All responsibilities and expectations are removed, and no longer bound by the ropes of should and must. The emptiness at this moment is not nothingness, but the lightness of being filled, the satisfaction of the soul stretching.
"When I die, I'm going to play these songs on loop at my funeral."
Yuka Watanabe came with some snacks, ready to celebrate in advance with Chisa Ishimoto the good results of the young idols' new album.
Entering the password to open the door, Watanabe Yuka placed her things on the cabinet beside the door, changed into her slippers, and shouted, "Chisa! I'm here!"
There was no sound in the inner room, only gentle singing flowing.
Watanabe Yuka picked up her things and walked inside, puzzled, "Chisa! What are you doing?"
As soon as she entered, she saw Chisa Ishimoto lying on the sofa with her eyes open and red eye sockets, as if she was in a trance.
When Watanabe Yuka asked her anxiously what was wrong, she said the above words.
Watanabe Yuka said with a "Puh-huh" sound, "What death, funeral? Don't talk nonsense."
"Yuka, listen to the song."
Yuka Watanabe's attention was all on Chisa Ishimoto, who was not in a good state, and she didn't concentrate on listening to the singing in the room.
Chisa Ishimoto blinked her eyes, her slightly red eyes were still a little moist, but she was not sad, nor was she very happy. It was a peace that went beyond the scope of emotion, yet it was accompanied by a light sense of satisfaction, which brought her unprecedented happiness and continued to expand in her heart.
She suddenly remembered the time when she and her parents sat in the living room and watched TV. Occasionally she would comment on the plot and actors, and when she didn't want to watch anymore, she would just sit on the sofa, play with her phone and eat snacks. It was so dull.
So ordinary that it is blissful, so blissful that I want to cry.
"It smells good."
"Um."
“I’m so happy.”
"Yeah." Watanabe Yuka wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Fans who haven't bought the album yet are waiting for comments and feedback from the first batch of buyers, but the internet is surprisingly quiet, leaving them confused.
[Music Appreciation｜A Brief Discussion on Eclipse’s New Album “Memory Islands”]
[OP: Sorry for the clickbait title. I haven’t got the album yet, and the electronic version will be online tomorrow. Has anyone listened to it and can tell me what they think? Why is there no news?
1l: I was also wondering, I waited until the afternoon to check the forum, but no one posted a comment.
2l: Same as above.
3l: I ran in happily, but turned out to be another poop-taker.
OP: Sorry, sorry.
5l: We were all wanderers in this world. That group of people usually called each other "baby", "dear", and "good sister" so sweetly, but when it came to grabbing the albums, they became more brutal than each other.
6l: You knew this on the first day? I've gotten used to it. There are no fathers and sons on the battlefield. This is a true saying.
7l: I originally wanted to buy it at a record store not far from my home. It opened at 11 o'clock. I arrived at 11:30, and the clerk said that because they didn't get enough, they were sold out. [Joker]
8l: Then the store manager cannot transfer the goods because the nearby stores are all transferring the goods and cannot supply them, right? I am also a sister like this. [Clown]
9l: Help, someone come, the child is dying of anxiety.
10l: My friend bought it, and I’m on my way to his house to get the album.
11l: Hurry up, tell us what you think after listening.
12l: Alien Fate is so sinister. It can obviously release the electronic version online at the same time, but it refuses to do so. It must be because it wants to see us being anxious.
13l: There’s no need to be so anxious. You’ll hear it sooner or later anyway.
14l: The sooner you listen to it, the sooner you can enjoy it. The key is that others have it, but you don’t.
15l: Not all of them, right? Aren’t there none in this building?
16l:...We are just netizens, you have crossed the line.
17l: Why didn't Yiyuan allow the factory to make more albums? Doesn't it recognize the strength of its own children?
18l: Are you doing hunger marketing?
19l: Not really. Yiyuan doesn’t like to do these things.
20l: Maybe I simply didn’t expect it to sell so quickly.
21l: That's too rubbish. To be honest, even if you don't chase stars, you can't help but buy a ticket when you see their names. It's rare to enjoy a high-end spiritual SPA with just a little money.
22l: Angel Gospel, they received praises when they released their first EP, but everyone seems to have gotten used to it over the years and no one mentions it much.
23l: Where did they not mention it? Those news media have said a lot, which makes me numb when I see these four words. It’s not that this evaluation is wrong, but it feels normal when I see it. My mental threshold has been raised, and I won’t be surprised or sigh about it.
24l: The chosen one, he passed the voice change period without any damage. You should know that there are many young singers in the entertainment industry who unfortunately faded out of the music scene because of the changes in their voices during the voice change period.
25l: Indeed, when they reached that age, their fans were very nervous, fearing that the voice change would ruin them.
26l: Only a few people experience major changes during the voice change period.
27l: After all, I make a living by my voice, so I'd better be safe than sorry.
OP: So is there anyone who can share with me? [crying]
29l: I almost forgot what this post is about.
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256l: Thanks for the invitation. I’m crying and feeling very satisfied.
257l: I have lived for more than forty years, and this seems to be the first time I feel so relaxed. It is so relaxed that I feel like there was a stone pressing on my body.
258l: It can be directly deified. I really doubt that they added something to the album.
259l: Three messages in a row, is that so exaggerated?
260l: Go listen, you will know after listening, if you don’t listen you will regret it for the rest of your life. 】
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