Chu Tian took the video to the promotion departnt and handed it to Yuan.
"Yuan, upload this video to the official short video account of ’Phoenix Legend.’ Invest 10,000 dollars in promotion targeting those over forty, and another 30,000 dollars targeting those under thirty."
"Get this second video posted from thirty different accounts, with targeted promotion for people over forty. Each account gets a 5,000-dollar promotional budget."
These so-called promotional fees were for a service similar to the ’paid boost’ features on popular platforms; aside from being expensive, they were quite good.
"Ah, okay... okay."
Yuan, looking at the two videos on her computer, didn’t quite understand but still dutifully agreed.
After Chu Tian left, she opened the videos to take a look. The first video was about thirty seconds long, showing Yang Lin and the others from the initial questioning of the aunties to them eventually changing the song and finally dancing.
Although short, it perfectly narrated the entire process.
This video primarily targeted young people; after all, it was a rather unconventional and attention-grabbing piece of content.
Even though Yang Lin wasn’t very professional, after editing, the video was quite amusing, especially with the aunties’ dark expressions.
The second video was purely a square dancing video. It featured "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style" as background music and the aunties’ joyous dance moves. This one was specifically for the older aunties to watch.
After a quick review of the content, Yuan promptly got to work.
The first video was posted under Yang Lin and their group’s artist accounts, which was easy to manage.
The second video required contacting so marketing firms to post it using their accounts.
...
"Hey, are you done with your work?"
Chu Tian had just sat down in his office with nothing particular to do when Xu Qingqiu’s video call ca through.
"Not yet... I’m on my break. What are you doing?"
"I just finished with the ’Phoenix Legend’ matters and sat down myself."
"Phoenix Legend?"
"You know, Yang Lin and her group..."
"Oh, right. Sorry, why did you give them such a na? It’s a mouthful even for ."
"No worries, you’ll get used to it. Have you had dinner yet?"
"It’s still so early for dinner..."
The two were being affectionate for a while. As they chatted, Xu Qingqiu suddenly thought of sothing and asked with concern, "Chu Tian, why don’t you open a Weibo account?"
"What’s up? Why? Do you want to debut as an artist?"
"No, no, it’s just... go take a look under my Weibo comnts. Your fans are there looking for you every day."
"Looking for ? What for?"
"What else could it be? They’re your fans! Since they have nowhere else to go, they’ve all gathered under my Weibo."
"Hahaha, that’s fine. Let them follow you. Isn’t it good for you to get more followers?"
"I don’t want that~." Xu Qingqiu feigned annoyance with a smile, but then she returned to the main topic.
"Whether you open a Weibo account or not is up to you, but when are you going to record that song?"
"That song..."
Chu Tian thought for a mont. It must be the song he sang at the concert.
The new songs Xu Qingqiu had sung were also being recorded, with plans to release them soon.
However, because of Li Guang and his group’s debut, they decided to wait a bit.
As for his own song, "Reverse," in his opinion, it didn’t really matter if it was released or not.
This song was a gift for Xu Qingqiu; singing it just for her was enough.
But since Xu Qingqiu wanted him to release it, that was fine too. There was just no need to rush.
"We’ll talk about it later. Maybe I’ll release it after a while, or maybe not. What do you think?"
"I think you should release it! It’s such a great song; it would be a sha not to. Besides, many fans have been asking about it on Weibo."
"Then let’s release it!"
His girlfriend had spoken. What else was there to say? Chu Tian readily agreed.
As the two continued their sweet phone call, oblivious to the passage of ti, a storm was brewing on the internet.
It has to be said, sotis these promotional fees seem like money down the drain, but other tis, they are genuinely effective.
"Auntie, may I interview you?"
"Auntie, you were just dancing, right? Can you do it again? I’d like to watch."
"Auntie, this song of yours isn’t quite right. Look at mine."
Once the video was released and boosted by promotional fees, it entered a small traffic pool. People scrolling through videos gradually began to stumble upon it.
"Hmm? Phoenix Legend? Is this another new marketing account?"
"There are so many marketing accounts these days. Buy a phone, grab a microphone, take a stroll down the street, and boom, you’re a marketing account. Everyone wants to be an internet celebrity."
So people rarely look at the poster’s na and might not even realize that two consecutive videos are from the sa account.
Others, however, habitually check the creator’s na first.
"Is this a reporter? You know, she’s actually quite good-looking. What’s she interviewing for now? So kind of human-interest piece?"
Many people, upon first seeing the video, assud it was a segnt from so TV station’s human-interest program, interviewing ordinary people about their everyday lives.
After all, Yang Lin had no experience running a marketing account. She was just mimicking TV reporters, with her opening line always being, "May I interview you?"
That familiar catchphrase—wasn’t it exclusive to reporters?!
Many swiped past without a second glance, but so didn’t swipe away in ti and saw what followed.
And thus, they witnessed the now-famous scene.
"Damn, I’m dying of laughter! Is this reporter so kind of devil? You tell the auntie her dancing is good, make her do it again, and then, after she’s finished, you hit her with, ’Your song’s no good, look at mine.’ You really know how to ss with people!"
"Hahaha, I bet that auntie’s face turned green! Mark my words, this isn’t staged."
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