Huzhou.

Bank family home.

Outside the house, the moonlight breeze was clear and quiet, and the woman inside the house sang melodiously.

On the wooden sofa with mottled paint, Lu Ma rubbed the album cover. In the picture, Gu Qinghan stood under the red maple with fallen leaves and looked up. The white shirt on his body was loose, like a girl next door who was missing his old friend.

The album was sent in the afternoon. Express delivery these days is very fast. Unlike the carriages and horses of the past, letters can be delivered across mountains and seas no matter how far they are. No matter how far they are, all living beings no longer love one person for the rest of their lives.

Lu Ma touched the lower right corner of the album. Gu Qinghan thoughtfully wrote the words "Auntie" and his signature. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. The more she looked at it, the more glaring the words "jay" in the upper right corner became.

What?

Want to go crazy playing cards?

Just want a pointed and hooked one?

Of course she knew that it was Lu Yang's nickname, but she was a little depressed. She also had to change her appearance, so how could she show off to the old aunts?

Dad Lu lowered the volume of the CD player, "Xiao Gu, among these songs, which two do you like the least?"

Of course they didn't play the songs for so long just to appreciate them. They just wanted to hear which two songs Lu Yang had written. Before that, they specifically told Gu Qinghan not to explain.

The reason they were looking for was also very simple. They could only believe half of Gu Qinghan's one-sided words. In the bottom of their hearts, they did not want Lu Yang to affect Xiao Gu's career.

Looking at the densely packed row of songwriters and songwriters on the album, except for Jay, there are no newcomers. They are all veterans who have won some awards more or less.

Then the direction to look for is obvious - what they least like.

Lu Ma looked up at the ceiling and thought for a long time that she couldn't find her least favorite song. Frankly speaking, if it weren't for Gu Qinghan's song, she wouldn't have continued listening to it and listened to it so many times.

Different age groups have different preferences in listening to music. It is normal for them to be indifferent to young people's love songs.

"Most of the songs are pretty much the same." Lu Ma shrugged, "I can't choose one that's too bad."

"What do you like?" Dad Lu asked more, "Or...the one that's not so annoying."

""Said Goodbye" and "Maple"." Lu Ma said calmly, "These are the two songs I like a little bit. Although I can't say I like them very much, I can at least listen to them. Unlike the others, I just want to turn them off.

."

"Same." Dad Lu nodded and turned off the CD player.

It is said that a middle-aged couple will have nightmares for days if they kiss each other. The two middle-aged and elderly people listened to the young people's lovemaking all night long, which was really torturing themselves.

Dad Lu breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, let's reveal it."

The white paper marked with the songwriters of each song was finally opened, and they stared blankly at the two songs at the top - "Say Goodbye" and "Maple", which had the suffix "jay".

The main feature is Lu Yang’s work.

Gu Qinghan didn't mean to be partial. Lu's parents and Lu's mother also heard that those two songs were better, but among a group of old creators, Lu Yang's stuff was actually the best?

Is this really the son from before who was only in the middle and upper reaches and never took the top spot?

The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing was left. They looked at the three English letters and were speechless for a long time.

"Really...Lu Yang?" After a long time, Lu Ma blinked.

"Well, he's my son." Dad Lu pretended to be calm, but he still couldn't help laughing, "I taught him well."

"Go away, that's my son." Mother Lu gave him a light kick, "Turn on the CD player and cycle it."

The originally quiet little house suddenly became lively, and the song played again. They expressed their joy in different ways. Mother Lu sang along with Gu Qinghan, and Father Lu shook his legs to the rhythm, seeming to have become a fan of Gu Qinghan.

"I was right in urging marriage before." Dad Lu stretched out his hand, "This must be the power of love!"

"Don't hug my waist!" Lu Ma wanted to refuse but returned the hug, "It's so numb."

.

Lu Yang was lying in front of the computer, no matter which platform or media marketing account he was browsing, he was promoting Chen Shuwen's album news, and as a producer, Ye Ning was also alongside her.

This is a shark. She cannot defeat her own kind, which are enemies of the same weight, but she can use money to conquer all the small fish and shrimps. While she is full, she can also starve her opponents to death.

No wonder Gu Tianheng said he couldn't win.

Even though Lu Yang browsed the vast Internet several times, he could only find a few pieces of news about Gu Qinghan releasing a new album at the end of the month. They were still marketing accounts on Weibo, and the popularity was artificially lowered.

There are no likes, but there are quite a few unfavorable negative reviews.

[Good song waste machine is going to release another song?]

[The last album, I remember it was heavy metal rock, and the sales were very poor.]

[Sister Qinghan, please stop singing. You are good at acting, but you are really bad at singing.]

These users speak in the same style. If you click on any two user pages, you will see a series of Weibo reposts from popular celebrities, coupled with copywriting such as "Sister is so beautiful", "Brother is so handsome", "I really love you to death"

.

Navy number.

Lu Yang could tell at a glance.

Otherwise, why not praise Gu Qinghan for his good looks?

But how can we win with so many navy troops?

Lu Yang thought to himself that this matter was a bit difficult to handle - Ye Ning was suppressing and building momentum, even the little Xiami Gu Qinghan was not spared. She weaved a big net, and it was obvious that she wanted to catch them all.

It is now eleven o'clock in the evening, and at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, Gu Qinghan will post on Weibo and release a trial version of the title song "Say Goodbye".

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

He had no money, and he couldn't afford to hire a fake army. He could only recruit a few marketing accounts, so he had to find another way.

Lu Yang was fascinated by the comment section of Weibo. After a long time, he finally opened the document and typed three big characters on the blank page.

——Same field.

They say you can't reason with a mentally retarded person, because he will drag you into areas he is familiar with and then use his rich experience to win.

But Lu Yang is not mentally retarded, and Ye Ning is too big to be easily pulled into the trap by him. He can only defeat her in areas she is familiar with.

What is her field?

"marketing".

Lu Yang typed on the keyboard again.

Although he is very confident in Jay Chou's songs and trusts Gu Qinghan's singing, it is difficult for a good woman to make a meal without rice. Without publicity, there is only a dead end.

Lu Yang closed his eyes. He was looking back at his experiences on Earth. In addition to those things that he could copy, there were many things on Earth that he could learn from.

The past of the earth was cut into pieces. Lu Yang searched among the fragments. After searching for a long time, he only found a marketing method suitable for Gu Qinghan.

The net suppresses the cloud.

He tapped the keyboard again,

Lu Yang remembered that the key to the success of Wang Yiyun's promotion was that countless listeners told their own stories or insights that were similar to the song in the song comment area. Whether it was fabricated or personal experience, it would always attract some people's sympathy.
Chapter completed!