"Does the store sell "Encounter"?"

"Turn left ahead and it's on the shelf in the second row."

"Oh, thank you."

The man pressed his hat, picked out the middle one from the neat rows of Jiang Xinhai on the shelf, and threw it to the boss for the check.

"30 yuan."

When the man was paying the bill, he looked left and right, seemed to intentionally or unintentionally put his hands on the counter, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, how is this special sale going?"

"I just came back, how can I sell it?" the boss said, "You are the first one."

"oh."

There was a heavy look of disappointment on the man's face.

He walked out of the store carrying the album and met Jiang Xinhai who was squatting on the street corner.

This mysterious guy is Chen Ya who is going through the exam.

"How's the sales going?" Jiang Xinhai stood up with sparkling eyes and patted the wrinkled clothes.

"Not very good." Chen Ya's voice could not hide his tiredness.

"After all, it's just the first day and only one morning has passed. This is still a small store, so it's normal that it doesn't sell anything."

Jiang Xinhai was so relieved, even though she didn't know what she was feeling.

And as soon as she finished speaking, a passerby turned away and entered the video store.

Before Chen Ya saw it, Jiang Xinhai pulled Chen Ya and said:

"Let's go to the city gate and have a look."

"City Gate" is not the entrance to the city gate. The city wall has long been demolished, and the city gate is just a place name.

This place has the largest video store in the city.

This is a museum of music, the cradle of musicians. No matter how niche or unpopular singers and bands are, no matter what albums they are, avant-garde or experimental, you can find them here.

Whether the album sells well or not ultimately depends on this.

It’s not that the two of them are bored, it’s just that they’ve done everything they can do, whether it’s publicity or quality control, they don’t have to worry about it anymore.

And even if they wanted to do anything else, they couldn't do it. Both Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai's bank cards only had a pitiful balance left. At this time, both bank cards were nestled in Chen Ya's pocket, feeling the same pain.

So they simply dressed up in disguise and went to the audio store to pretend to be customers and try to sell albums.

They squatted at the gate of the city for another afternoon, but didn't see anything special. The clerk was very vigilant and couldn't ask any questions, so the two of them went to Ken's next door to hunt chicken for dinner.

Chen Ya rummaged through his wallet and said, "I didn't expect that I would miss Crazy Thursday so much."

"What Crazy Thursday?" Jiang Xinhai asked with a Coke straw in her mouth.

"It's nothing," Chen Ya finished looking through his green and red wallet, his face filled with mist, "I can't afford the chicken anymore."

In Jiang Xinhai's world view, she is still a rich woman, willing to hunt for chicken and get cheap fast food, but her face is indifferent.

"How much money do I have left in my card?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

"Let me see."

He looked down for a while, then raised his head and said gently: "There are still 13 yuan and 8 cents."

"What?!"

Jiang Xinhai slapped her palm on the table, her watery eyes widened: "Why are there so few left?"

"I just paid the water and electricity bill yesterday." Chen Ya said, "In addition, didn't I go shopping for formal clothes a few days ago?"

Jiang Xinhai said dejectedly: "It was a mistake to trust you with the money."

"You can't blame me entirely, right? Who takes a shower every day for so long? I don't know how I used up 20 tons of water last month."

Jiang Xinhai blushed and said, "You can't blame me. The water pressure of that shower head is so low! If you wash it quickly, it only shows that you are a stinky person!"

"Treading on the Stars"

"The smell can only be due to your smelly feet stepping on the sofa every day, so I got the smell of your feet."

"My feet don't stink!"

At this point, both of them felt a little embarrassed. Jiang Xinhai picked up the Coke and drank it dully.

Zhou Peng called over, and when Chen Ya got through, he said that the initial 200,000 sets of CDs had been completed, and asked if the remaining 300,000 sets would be completed next.

"Do it, why not do it?" Chen Ya said, "Do it quickly, there will definitely be insufficient production capacity in the later period."

Zhou Peng said: "Chi Chi, these 200,000 units have not been sold yet, and there are still many stored in the warehouse. I think, if we don't do it now, if they are not sold out, I can still sell them."

The money will be refunded to you..."

"What's the refund? No refund. You can finish the 500,000 sets for me, and don't miss a single piece." Chen Ya gritted his teeth and said a little fiercely.

Zhou Peng hesitated and said: "I feel that the sales on the first day were not very good, and several channels called me to cancel..."

"That's all a conspiracy by hostile forces. The quality of the songs is very impressive. Just do it and don't stop." Chen Ya said.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xinhai threw the phone on the table: "Yingzi is acting weird again."

"what did she say?"

"She said that some people just like to talk about sales, so this time she will use sales to prove everything... I don't want to say the rest, it's a bit disgusting."

Chen Ya rubbed his face and sat on the chair. The waiter next to him came over and asked if he still wanted to eat the dishes on the table. He waved his hand and said to clear away other people's dishes first.

The rays of the setting sun lengthened the shadows of the street lamps, and suddenly the lights in the store were turned on, and the sound of horns was accompanied by the aroma of freshly baked whole chickens.

It suddenly became very quiet.

Jiang Xinhai said: "Chen Ya, I just thought about it."

He looked like he was in a daze. She pushed his arm and said, "Listen to me, listen to me. I just thought about it. It doesn't necessarily mean that you have to sing, or that you don't have to stand on the stage."

Sing."

Her long eyelashes trembled twice, like a black elf: "What I like is the feeling of singing. These three months of creating with you have made me happy enough. I am already very satisfied. I don't need to rely on you again."

Reward yourself with success.”

"So, don't be stressed."

After saying that, Jiang Xinhai immediately said: "But, this is not what I just thought about."

"What I was thinking just now is that I don't have to sing to everyone."

"I will be satisfied if I only sing to you."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After that, there was another silence. Except for Jiang Xinhai who heard the blood pounding into his ears.

She had never said such bold words, but looking at the expression on Chen Ya's face, she didn't feel excited at all.

Just when she began to regret that her confession came too early, Chen Ya suddenly said:

"Xinhai, do you know that there is a mean reversion theorem in the investment world?"

"Ah?" Jiang Xinhai was caught off guard. She didn't understand why she was asked this.

"Buying stocks is like walking a dog. Sometimes the dog runs in front, and sometimes the person runs in front," Chen Ya said, "because the price of a stock cannot reflect the value of a company in real time."

Jiang Xinhai didn't understand what this had to do with what she said.

"But if time goes on, where is the value of this company, the fluctuations of its stock price will always fluctuate around the golden line that represents its own value, and all ticket prices will eventually return to that equilibrium point."

"Investment is like this, and so is life. Everyone's life will have highs and lows."

"But the excitement will eventually come to an end, and the trough will eventually come out, and all values ​​will eventually return to their original appearance."

"This time our enemies are very powerful. They have more resources, better reputation, and stronger connections. They dominate half of the music world."

"What about next time? Our enemies may be more powerful. They may have countless traffic, fanatical fans, wantonly play with the rankings, and even the judges who award the awards are their people."

"There may come a time when we lose to these guys."

"But not today."

“I am not foolishly having unrealistic confidence in myself, but I believe in the axiom of mean reversion.”

"And axioms don't need to be proven."

"Now we are indeed at a trough, so what should we do?" Chen Ya said, "We just need to wait. Wait for the day when the mean returns to come."

Chen Ya stood up and stretched out his hand: "Let's go to Zhou Peng's factory to see if he is slowing down his work."

Jiang Xinhai put her soft hand into Chen Ya's palm.

…

Jiang Xinhai and Chen Ya stayed at home for a week.

For a week, I didn’t dare to receive external information.

As Chen Ya said, they can only wait for the day when the mean returns. Before it returns, no matter how much they watch, it is just their own mentality.
To be continued...