Entertainment: I am a professor in the Department of Hybrid Healing in the music circle

From the perspective of professional music production, evaluate this song Good Luck.

If you score, the lyrics of Good Luck can only get 80 points, and it is still very reluctant.

Apart from being festive and brainwashing, it seems that there are no advantages. Why are the downloads so high?

They're all in the top five.

Zhao Tianlong is getting more and more confused about the taste of this year's netizens.

When he heard the good luck just now, he felt that it was very bad, and it should be a little difficult for him to even be in the top [-].

Now in the top five... The downloads are still rising.

"Forget it, go to bed first."

Zhao Tianlong thought it was those fans who downloaded it first and then listened to it.

Then after listening to it I feel bad.

Wait until tomorrow morning or noon to see the situation.

Anyway, I have secured the top spot in the Spring Festival list.

It has been half an hour since it was released, and the download volume has exceeded 60.

As a word god, the level is still online.

However, what he didn't know was that the true dominance of good luck only slowly began from this night.

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The next day, Lin Yao didn't get up early, but slept until noon.

Anyway, he doesn't need to go to the department to clock in for work, and his colleagues have all gone back early, and he will go back if he wants to play in the city for a while.

After sleeping for a while, Lin Yao went to the mall for another walk.

At about [-]:[-] noon, the Propaganda Department in full bloom exploded.

Lao Liu looked at the downloads of the two major versions of Lucky, and fell into deep thinking: "Did you work overtime last night?"

The office area was over, and many members of the Propaganda Department shook their heads one after another.

"Did you really not work overtime?" Lao Liu stared at everyone: "Who didn't come this morning, someone must have worked overtime last night, otherwise the download volume would not have reached this level."

After Lao Liu took a look at the downloads of the two versions of Lucky Lai at noon, he thought that someone in the department worked overtime last night to promote it like crazy.

No wonder he thinks so.

Because the version sung by Li Na and Tengge Wang has already won the championship. As of 37:3941.97 noon, the download volume was [-] million.

The solo version of Teng Ge Wang has 3679.34 million downloads.

Nearly 4000 million in one night?

What's going on?

Seeing this kind of data, Lao Liu almost had a heart attack.

There hasn't been such a terrifying popularity in ten years, right?

"Director, to be honest..." An employee stood up and said, "Good Luck, this song is very successful from the perspective of my mother's generation. I was forced by my mother early in the morning. Download it, if you don’t download it, you won’t be able to come to work, and you have to forward it to my friends... In the morning, I pulled more than a dozen people to download it before they can come to work, otherwise I won’t be late.”

Someone opened his mouth, and naturally someone stood up behind him: "Director, to be honest, my mother also likes this song very much. In my mother's eyes, good luck is the work that should win the award, and it is the pinnacle."

"It means that my grandma came early in the morning with good luck and turned the volume to the highest. I thought there was a burglar in the house, but I saw my grandma dancing..."

"Your grandma also likes to hear good luck?"

"It's not just my grandma, my grandpa likes it too...they dance in the yard."

"Yard? Damn Si, you are the rich second generation? People who talk about yards in the city basically live in courtyard houses or villas."

"The rich second generation is not counted. I have always lived with my grandparents, and the courtyard house is also their old man's."

"Shouldn't we be talking about good luck?"

"..."

Lao Liu heard the employees' conversations and probably understood.

It turned out that their Propaganda Department did not work overtime last night to promote it.

It is to rely on the generation of aunts and grandmas to win over relatives and friends.

Lao Liu suddenly felt that the power of his mother's network was too terrifying. From last night to now, it took less than a day, and the number of downloads was approaching 4000 million...

Chapter 140 Lin Yao Can Write Everything

The word Lin Yao suddenly appeared in Lao Liu's mind, and he kept shaking his head in amazement.

That little guy is horrible.

You can always figure out what people like to hear now.

Whether it is men, women, young or old, it is all-you-can-eat.

"Director, should our publicity department work harder these two days? I feel lucky that we can break the [-] million downloads mark." An employee asked.

"No, let's see the situation first." Lao Liu shook his head.

With their blooming publicity resources, it is not worth one-tenth of that group of aunts.

In less than half a day, the number of downloads approached 4000 million, even the publicity departments of big companies such as Chuxing and Zhanmang couldn't do it.

Just as Lao Liu finished speaking, the cell phone started to ring. Seeing that it was his mother calling, he immediately went back to the office, connected the phone and said with a smile, "Mom, have you had lunch? Mom, you don't need to call twice every day." Yes, I'll be home next week."

Liu Ma: "Who urged you to come back? I called to ask you, did you have any luck downloading that song?"

When Old Liu heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Why did my own mother come over and ask me if I had downloaded it?

"Speak, have you downloaded it?"

Lao Liu replied: "It seems not yet."

Ms. Liu: "Go and download it quickly. By the way, aren't you the head of a department? Let all the employees in your department download it too. After finally producing a classic masterpiece, you must praise it. It's best to go viral. That way, more people will write songs of this style in the future.”

Lao Liu nodded and replied, "Okay mom, I'll download it right away."

Mother Liu: "Hang up first, your mother, I have invited Aunt Zhang, Aunt Qin and the others to dance in the square."

"dududu~"

Lao Liu put the phone on the table and entered into a very wonderful thought.

Good luck to this song, isn't it a little... soon?

Shouldn't it be fermented for a few days and then suddenly fire up?

This is the first day.

"The rhythm of the record must be broken!" Lao Liu suddenly came to such a conclusion.

You shouldn't use the so-called quality to judge the lyrics of Good Luck.

This song itself is to cater to the public, and in terms of quality, it is indeed not as good as some award-winning works.

If you only talk about popularity, there are really not many songs that can be played with good luck.

It's not just Lao Liu who thinks so. The Zhanmang Composition Department held a total of three emergency meetings in one morning.

Zhao Tianlong was so shocked by the number of downloads from Lucky that his scalp became numb, and his mood was gloomy all morning.

Not happy at all.

As of two o'clock, the download volume of Lucky Lai reached 4878.37 million.

The No.2 version has 4366.66 million.

And his own work, although ranked third, has only 976.89 downloads.

Such a comparison makes a judgment.

It made everyone feel that Eleven was more like a word god, and he was the silver medalist.

This is a mess...

In the conference room, Zeng Yingjie stared at all the people who came to the meeting with a gloomy face, then glanced at Zhao Tianlong, and comforted him: "God Zhao, the quality of your work is fine, the main thing is..."

"Don't comfort me." Zhao Tianlong interrupted the supervisor.

Originally, he was just in a bad mood.

Hearing that the supervisors came to comfort him, what is this?

It made other colleagues think that he was the silver medal lyricist, as if he was being bullied by a lyricist.

But Zhao Tianlong, his attention was not in the conference room, he kept staring at the phone.

Then, he saw that kid Ye Wuhen posted a new post, and also @ himself, clicked in and took a look, his heart trembled wildly, and he almost screamed out of anger.

【God Zhao, look at this incident. It’s a good thing you don’t have a Douge. If it were a Douge, you would stick your face in and give someone a blow. 】

[Not only stretched out to be hit by the blooming person, but also shit on the head. 】

[Originally, it was okay to be robbed of the championship in the season of the gods, it would not be so embarrassing, after all, it has been awarded for ten years. 】

[Look at this, good luck, the number of downloads has surpassed your nine streets, you can't get off the stage, hahahaha. 】

[Zhao Shen, do you know, I laughed all night, and now I still want to laugh, what do you call this kind of operation?Put your face on someone's palm, begging them to smash your face into pieces. 】

Zhao Tianlong was frightened and angry, he got up and smashed the phone directly, so angry that he roared endlessly: "Damn, I am a good word master, I have won an award once, and I was tortured like this by a silver medal, this **** no mother Ye The idiot is still coming to disgusting people, go to your uncle!"

The other colleagues in the composition department in the conference room did not dare to breathe.

When Zeng Yingjie saw God Zhao like this, he didn't know why, but he always felt that this scene was so familiar.

The last time he was so embarrassing in front of Laipi Snake, it seems that it was like this when he slapped him in the face, right?

He was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

"Shen Zhao, let me go out with you to get some air." Zeng Yingjie felt that it was still very useful to breathe.

Otherwise, in this state of rage, if you stay in the company all the time, if you don't get angry, you will get bored out of something.

Zhao Tianlong didn't speak, and slammed the door out.

He was robbed of the championship for two consecutive seasons.

It's as uncomfortable as being robbed of the first grade in the whole year.

After getting No.1, I rushed home and told my mom and dad, and then my mom and dad took me to eat delicious food, play fun, and pocket money as a reward.

But these were all snatched away.

At about two o'clock, Zhao Tianlong walked into the supervisor's office: "Director, when you were choreographed by Director Lai, blooming, I heard from colleagues that you were extremely angry at that time, how did you survive?"

Zeng Yingjie dodged his eyes and denied, "Extremely angry? Who did you listen to, it's nothing."

Zhao Tianlong's expression was a little impatient.

Seeing this, Zeng Yingjie had no choice but to answer truthfully: "How else can I endure it? Go to the rooftop to get some air, smoke a few packs of cigarettes, and then go shopping, buy, buy, and eat, so that I can vent my anger in my heart."

Zhao Tianlong suppressed his current anger: "Forget it, I don't have a habit of smoking, so go shopping with me and buy whatever you like."

Zeng Yingjie's eyes lit up: "Just buy what you like, really?"

Zhao Tianlong was speechless again.

I'm still angry, what's the matter with your ecstatic expression, supervisor?

After going downstairs, Zeng Yingjie directly hailed a taxi by the side of the road, and sat in the back row with Zhao Shen.

Only then did Zeng Yingjie realize that there was an iron net separating the front row from the back row.

Just like the iron grid in the middle of the police car.

Zeng Yingjie asked curiously: "Master, why do you still have a big net in the middle?"

The driver brother responded with a smile: "Isn't the Chinese New Year coming soon? I don't want to meet any more weirdos. A while ago, I met a guy who was mentally ill and suspected of having schizophrenia. It made me a little scared."

While the driver brother was saying this, he glanced at the back row in the interior rearview mirror.