novellhall Is Chapter 115 going to break the record?
Is Chapter 115 going to break the record?
Zhou Wenqiong's remarks about reservations drew the usual rounds of applause from the audience.
But then, the applause seemed to hit an invisible wall, freezing in mid-air before stopping completely.
Below the stage, many people's expressions froze, their eyes first blank, then overwhelmed by disbelief and shock.
1.81 million copies?
This number sent a jolt through the hearts of everyone in the know.
What is the state of the domestic audio-visual market?
If an album can sell 500,000 copies, it's worth having a celebration party.
If it can break one million, it will be a blockbuster product of the year and deserve to be in the top ten of the sales charts.
The record for the highest annual sales is held by several big brands, but they only barely reach the three million mark.
Albums that can sell over five million copies can be counted on one hand; such success requires time, opportunity, and phenomenal dissemination to create a legend.
But right now, this is only the pre-order volume for one children's song album.
This isn't even the final sales figure.
"How...how many?" The Shanghai agent in the front row subconsciously adjusted his glasses, thinking he had misheard, completely forgetting that he had contributed 80,000 orders.
Meanwhile, their counterparts in Hunan province were already pulling out their phones and rapidly calculating, muttering to themselves, "One million eight hundred thousand... even at the lowest wholesale price..."
He couldn't continue calculating, and when he looked up, all that remained in his eyes was horror.
This is not just money; it's a number that could shatter the existing rankings in the industry!
After a brief silence in the media section, a more intense "swish, swish" of writing and suppressed gasps erupted.
"Pre-orders already reach 1.8 million?! And it hasn't even officially launched yet!"
"Is this already the top-selling brand of the year?"
"Quick! Add a new piece of content—'Liu Yifei has truly soared to new heights!'"
"This number...we need to verify it immediately! If it's true, it has to be the headline in every entertainment section tomorrow!"
On the stage, Zhou Wenqiong stood calmly, her face radiating absolute pride and self-satisfaction, which complemented the bright red "1,810,000" on the GG sign behind her.
She smiled slightly, nodded to Liu Xiaoli beside her, and the two held hands as they slowly walked backstage.
Inside the venue, you could hear a pin drop.
While everyone was still staring at that dizzying number, a voice, filled with excitement yet clearly resounding throughout the venue, rang out:
"It seems everyone is a bit surprised by this number." Chen Minghua, microphone in hand, walked confidently to the center of the stage. "But this is just the beginning. Our goal is to let more children hear truly good music."
"Mr. Chan! Is this number real or fake?!" A reporter from Hong Kong Island's Music Weekly asked eagerly.
Nowadays, Hong Kong's entertainment industry dominates across Mainland China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan, boasting a plethora of top stars.
There are only two or three people in mainland China who can compete with them, and Yang Yuying is one of them.
Now this oddball has suddenly appeared, and he's just a kid. If he really wipes out the rankings, it'll be a huge loss of face.
Chen Minghua glanced at him, his words brimming with pride: "One hundred percent genuine. Quite a few agents came today; just ask them about their pre-order numbers."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the media's attention turned to the region where the agents and distributors were located.
"I placed a deposit of 50,000!"
"I'll pay 80,000!"
"I'll pay 40,000!"
……
The reporters were frantically trying to do the mental calculations when a loud voice rang out:
"I've placed an order for 150,000!" shouted Lao Deng, the agent from Beijing.
The humorous scenes in the first half of the press conference, coupled with the song "We Are All Good Kids," gave him a glimpse of a huge business opportunity. He slipped out halfway through and went straight to the sales department, where he placed an additional order for 100,000 units on the spot.
He acted quickly and swept away the remaining inventory.
Many competitors who realized what was happening rushed over like sharks smelling blood, but unfortunately, there was no stock left.
These words caused another uproar in the media section.
Even excluding the agents who didn't come, just the few we just counted already easily exceeded 500,000 tickets.
This last number proved to be the decisive factor, causing them to stop calculating – this number of pre-orders was probably not inflated at all.
Before the reporter could ask any more questions, Lao Zhu, the distributor in Shanghai, started cursing: "You surnamed Deng, you scoundrel, you've gone too far! You took all the last bit of stock!"
Jiangcheng's distributor, Lao Wan, shouted at Chen Minghua on the stage, "President Chen, we're from the same hometown, after all. We've contributed a lot to your branch's sales, and you couldn't even hold onto this last bit of volume, letting Lao Deng get there first. How can you face us, your fellow townsmen?" He was a pro at building relationships.
"You, surnamed Wan, how dare you say that?" The Guangdong distributor was furious. "Times Records is a Guangdong-based company! You guys alone have taken 380,000 copies, how are we supposed to survive?"
These words were like a thunderclap!
One province!
Three hundred and eighty thousand copies?!
I thought 180,000 was already enough to drive people to despair, but I never expected that the real big shot would show up at this moment.
"The little fairy belongs to Jiangcheng! Besides, the album also includes 'Good Morning Jiangcheng,' written especially for Jiangcheng. If we don't support her, who will?" Wan Jiang said smugly.
He has a keen eye, lives close to the Times branch, and often goes there to visit, so he knows a lot of inside information.
With the endorsement of "Good Morning Jiangcheng", the orders from distributors have been coming in non-stop, making it hard for sales not to soar.
If you can make money, wouldn't that be beneath you?
"Mr. Wang! Please stand up and say something. When will the goods arrive?" Old Sun, the distributor from Jiangsu Province, immediately fixed his gaze on the big boss of the company below the stage—Mr. Wang.
Mr. Wang looked at Chen Minghua on the stage, his face showing relief as well as a complex emotion—Old Chen's luck was incredible, he had risen to the top in one step, it was like a dimensional reduction attack.
He and Li Jun, who was beside him, exchanged a glance and both saw the barely suppressed shock and ecstasy in each other's eyes.
They knew the pre-orders were in high demand, but they never expected the numbers accumulating at the press conference to be so staggering.
This isn't a press conference anymore; it's clearly a live order fair!
He hated it! He hated himself for being too conservative.
The first production order was for 1.1 million sheets, which sold out in just half a month. An additional 2 million sheets were urgently ordered, and 1 million sheets were produced, but they were also sold out today.
At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: place another order, place another order, another three million—and reaching the top was just around the corner.
He shook his head, suppressing his excitement, and took the microphone from the staff member.
"Ahem! Thank you all for your support and for your love of the little fairy." He assured everyone, "I guarantee there will be plenty of stock in a week."
Before anyone could react, he suddenly dropped an even more astonishing figure: "I've decided to add another three million production orders. Including those that aren't finished yet, the total production of Liu Yifei's album will reach six million copies."
Six million copies!
The audience below the stage froze instantly.
Are you... aiming for the top in one fell swoop? Are you going to directly challenge the highest record for domestic record sales?
I thought it would take at least two years to break the record!
But now?
All told, half a year?
You think you can break through the ceiling in just six months?
Even Da Meili, who was changing her dance costume backstage, was stunned by what she heard.