"Dad, what are you looking at?"
"There's a part I can't quite play well, can you teach me?"
Just then, ten-year-old Yang Bingdie, carrying her little guitar, walked into the room in her slippers and said sweetly.
Influenced by her singer father, this little girl has been fascinated by music since childhood.
"Hey, isn't that Wang Yueheng?"
"All my classmates love him! Just now, a lot of people in the group chat were saying they wanted to buy his new album!"
"Dad, are you going to buy Wang Yueheng's new album too?"
When her eyes fell on the poster of Wang Yueheng's new album on her father's computer screen, Yang Bingdie suddenly asked in surprise.
He completely forgot about asking his father for advice.
"What, you bought one too?"
Yang Chenggang gently stroked his daughter's head and asked with a smile.
"Yes, I bought some for myself, I bought some for my mom, my grandma, and I also bought some for a few classmates!"
"They've spent all their allowance this week and said they'll pay me back next week."
Yang Bingdie tilted her head back and said with a playful smile.
"Yeah?"
Yang Chenggang said with a look of surprise.
Unexpectedly, his daughter had pre-ordered Wang Yueheng's new album before he could.
He became increasingly curious and eager to see the sales figures for this young singer's first album.
finally.
Under the watchful eyes of Yang Chenggang and his daughter, the time quickly came to 8:30.
At this point, exactly one hour had passed since the pre-sale of Wang Yueheng's new album began.
Album pre-orders in one hour.
This is enough to show the potential of a new album.
"Click"
Yang Chenggang clicked the mouse and refreshed the sales page for the album "Twilight Echoes".
However, the previously smooth Penguin Music page suddenly turned into a white screen.
The circle at the top, representing the connection to the network, is constantly rotating.
The interface just won't refresh.
"The page is frozen?"
Yang Chenggang was taken aback.
I immediately found it somewhat unbelievable.
This is an album sales display page, not a pre-order page, so why is it lagging?
Are there many other people like me, waiting to see how well Wang Yueheng's new album sells?
I waited for a full half minute, but the album sales page still didn't refresh.
Yang Chenggang suddenly remembered something and casually opened the Bubble Music software on his desktop.
Click to enter the album promotion page on the homepage.
There was no lag this time.
The pre-sale data page for Wang Yueheng's new album "Twilight Echoes" opened with a smooth, silky interface.
"That's more like it..."
"Penguin's software is getting more and more feature-rich; it's almost become a hodgepodge."
"It's just a music streaming app, why make it so complicated..."
Mistakenly believing that the page lag was caused by too many functions, Yang Chenggang complained as he looked at the sales figures displayed on the page.
Yang Chenggang was slightly taken aback when he saw the string of numbers starting with 6.
"Sixty thousand albums sold in one hour, that's pretty good."
"Winning a gold record is definitely within reach..."
After glancing at the huge numbers on the screen, Yang Chenggang breathed a sigh of relief.
At least Wang Yueheng won't suffer the same severe setbacks as he did before.
"Dad, you must have misread it. How could there be 60,000?"
However, before Yang Chenggang could take another closer look, his daughter, who was standing nearby, heard his words and immediately shouted.
"Oh? Could it be six thousand? That's terrible..."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chenggang quickly checked again.
I mistakenly thought I had misread a certain number separator.
He then reached out and counted them one by one on the screen.
"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... ten... hundred thousand?"
"This is... 600,000 copies??"
"Xiaodie, could you take another closer look and tell me exactly how much it is?"
Yang Chenggang thought he was seeing things, so he quickly moved closer to the monitor and counted again carefully.
"Six hundred and ninety-three thousand four hundred and ninety-nine... Oh, now it's six hundred and ninety-three thousand five hundred..."
Ten-year-old Yang Bingdie carefully read out the numbers on the screen.
"Six hundred thousand, six hundred thousand..."
"One platinum record sold in one hour!"
Yang Chenggang unconsciously opened his mouth into an "O" shape.
Record sales are categorized by year.
Given the current level of intense competition.
A new singer who can sell 300,000 gold records in a year is already considered a legend in the music industry.
This year's music awards are basically all easily within reach.
Wang Yueheng is a singer who has never released any paid works.
They actually sold a platinum record right off the bat!
Doesn't that mean...?
He's very likely tonight.
No, in another two or three hours, it may directly reach the superstar level of one million sales!
Yang Chenggang, who had just been worried about the singer, was suddenly speechless with shock.
"Dad, how are Yueheng's grades? Are they good?"
Yang Bingdie, who didn't know much about the inside story of the music industry, stared wide-eyed at her dumbfounded father and asked him a question.
"I guess... I suppose so..."
"Or rather, unprecedented..."
Even Yang Chenggang was now at a loss as to how to explain the meaning of such sales levels to his daughter.
Because in the history of the Chinese music scene, there has never been such sales statistics!
Even the most established singers, when releasing a new album, usually announce sales figures in weekly or at most daily sales.
They are afraid that poor sales will affect their popularity.
After all, just like movie box office, album sales are influenced by herd mentality.
Once dismal sales figures are released, it can easily trigger a vicious cycle, making even fewer people willing to pay for purchases.
Wang Yueheng dared to publish the sales data in real time every hour.
That already takes a lot of courage.
They must have a solid understanding of their true popularity and the quality of their work.
And the sales figures that ultimately amazed the world.
This confidence has clearly translated into even stronger sales momentum for his new album!
"Unprecedented? We seem to have learned this idiom before."
"Doesn't that mean no one has ever surpassed him?"
"Could he be number one?"
Yang Bingdie, a fan of Wang Yueheng, silently recited the idiom her father had said, and her eyes lit up immediately. She excitedly exclaimed.
"Yes, you could say that. I doubt anyone will be able to break his record in the future..."
Having finally regained his senses, Yang Chenggang looked at the sales figures on the screen, which were still jumping around like a stopwatch, and said with deep admiration.
At the same time, he silently added in his mind: "Unless it's him..."
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