Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

After leaving Times Media, Jiang Fan and Su Yuyan went to a private restaurant for a meal.

It was already 11:30 p.m. when I got back to the apartment.

Su Yuyan kicked off her high heels. After working in the recording studio for so long, all she wanted now was a hot shower.

She went into the bedroom to get a change of clothes, then went into the bathroom, where the sound of water soon began.

Jiang Fan sat on the living room sofa and took out his phone.

There was a message from Song Siyi.

"There's still half an hour until sales begin. I'm a little nervous."

Jiang Fan typed a reply with one hand.

"Don't worry, go to sleep early. We'll check the results tomorrow."

Song Siyi replied instantly.

"How can I sleep? Five million copies—if we can't sell them, the company's cash flow will dry up."

Jiang Fan did not reply to the message.

The combination of blind box marketing and scarcity marketing is a game-changer in today's market.

From initially letting Liu Qingshan criticize her online to making the issue a nationwide sensation, to then donating books to the school library for free, which led to students spontaneously spreading the word.

All the groundwork was laid for this moment tonight.

Qitian Culture Office.

Song Siyi sat in front of the computer and opened the official flagship store page of Qitian Culture on Douyin.

The product link is prominently displayed on the homepage, with a countdown showing 28 minutes remaining.

There was a glass of cold coffee on the table. She reached out, picked it up, and took a sip, the bitterness sliding down her throat.

She put down the cup, rubbed her hands together, and found her palms were sweaty.

As the legal representative and operator, if she couldn't sell the shares, Qitian Culture would perish in its initial stage.

The Writers' Association is still watching and laughing, and the people at Xinghua Publishing House are waiting for them to back down.

The second hand of the wall clock ticked away, one tick at a time.

11:59.

Song Siyi gripped the mouse, her eyes fixed on the refresh button on the screen.

At 12:00 noon, the pre-sale channel opened.

Song Siyi pressed the left mouse button.

The page is frozen, completely blank, with only a rotating circle in the middle.

She paused for two seconds, then clicked refresh repeatedly.

A message pops up on the webpage: "Server not responding, please try again later."

Is there a bug in the system?

She picked up her phone, ready to call the e-commerce contact person on Douyin.

Before the number was even dialed, the computer screen flashed.

The page has returned to normal.

Song Siyi looked at the inventory section.

The stock of the deluxe edition has dropped to zero.

There are 1008000 left in the standard version.

Song Siyi's phone fell onto the table with a crisp sound.

She brought her face close to the screen and counted the digits.

In less than a minute, there were already only one million copies left?

She refreshed the page again, and waited for another ten seconds or so.

When the page returns to normal again—

Inventory: 0.

The order data in the background started scrolling very quickly, with a dense array of orders filling the entire screen.

The figure in the total sales column is frozen.

298, 500, 000.

Two hundred and ninety-eight million five hundred thousand.

Song Siyi leaned back in her chair, breathing heavily. Her chest heaved violently, tugging the buttons of her shirt tightly.

She picked up her phone, wanting to type the good news to Jiang Fan, but her fingers were still trembling, and it took her three tries to type the correct word.

"Sold out. Sold out in one minute."

After sending the message, she slumped into the boss's chair, stared at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

At the same time, in the office of the vice president of Qidian.com in Shanghai.

Zhou Ming stared at the sold-out page on his computer screen, unaware that the cigarette in his hand had burned down to the filter.

He burned his finger, shook his hand sharply, and threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

A total of six million copies were sold in just one minute.

He spent millions hiring online trolls to create momentum, coordinate a blockade, and incite public opinion to attack him.

As a result, I ended up playing GG for someone else for free for half a month.

Zhou Ming picked up the thermos on the table, but without unscrewing it, he smashed it against the wall.

The lid flew off, and the tea spilled down the wall.

He picked up his phone and dialed Liu Qingshan's number.

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In Su Yuyan's apartment.

Jiang Fan looked at the message on his phone and pressed the voice message button.

"Go back and rest quickly, there's a tough battle ahead tomorrow."

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Su Yuyan came out wrapped in a white bath towel.

She held a dry towel in her hand, drying her hair while looking at Jiang Fan.

"What's wrong?"

"The books are sold out," Jiang Fan said.

Su Yuyan stopped drying her hair.

"Sold out? Five million copies?"

"Hmm. One minute. But not five million copies, it's six million."

Su Yuyan stared at Jiang Fan for several seconds.

She's seen countless sales miracles in this industry.

Album sales and concert tickets require fans to work day and night to boost charts and raise funds.

But physical books are different; most people who buy books are making rational purchases.

Six million physical books sold out in a minute—this was beyond her comprehension.

She walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up her phone, and opened Weibo.

The trending topics list has been updated, and the top spot has been taken by a different keyword.

#Journey to the West sold out in one minute#

Su Yuyan clicked into the entry, and the comment section was full of netizens venting their frustrations.

"It disappeared as soon as I clicked on it! Are you guys tentacle monsters?"

"Reprint! We strongly request a reprint!"

"Scalpers are already selling the deluxe edition for 500 yuan a copy! That's outrageous!"

"I didn't even see the payment screen; it just jumped straight to sold out."

"Where are the people from the Writers' Association? Why don't they come out and show themselves?"

Su Yuyan tossed her phone onto the coffee table and turned to look at Jiang Fan.

"How is your brain structured?"

"It's innate." Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa.

"You're a monster, you must have gotten 300 million back this time."

Three hundred million in one minute.

Every time this man does something, he manages to redefine her understanding of things.

Given time, he will crush the entire entertainment industry.

"Pretty much. But this is just the first step. The real challenge lies in film and television adaptations and game licensing."

Jiang Fan reached out, grabbed Su Yuyan's wrist, and pulled her towards him.

Su Yuyan lost her balance and fell onto Jiang Fan's lap.

The edge of the bath towel had come undone a little, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

"What are you doing?" Su Yuyan pushed his shoulder.

"I didn't have enough fun in the recording studio just now." Jiang Fan's hand landed on her waist.

Su Yuyan pressed his hand down.

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Fan looked at her.

Su Yuyan's eyes changed, and the corners of her mouth curled up with a hint of smugness.

"Didn't you want me to thank you? I have a surprise for you now."

Su Yuyan stood up, pulled the bath towel up a bit, and turned to walk into the bedroom.

Five minutes later, the bedroom door opened.

Su Yuyan came out.

She changed into a traditional Chinese costume.

Her upper body was covered by a white silk bodice with several red plum blossoms embroidered on the chest.

She wore a long pink skirt with a layer of light blue gauze draped over it, which fluttered in the air as she moved.

She looks exactly like one of the Seven Fairies descended to earth.

Jiang Fan's gaze swept from top to bottom.

"Is it pretty?" Su Yuyan walked to the sofa and turned around.

Her skirt billowed up, revealing glimpses of her long legs underneath.

"Where did you buy it?"

"I ordered it online." Su Yuyan stopped and put her hands behind her back. "Don't you like period costumes? Forget about the 38,000 one. This one is cheaper. You can tear it up however you want."

Jiang Fan stood up and walked up to her.

"Tear it however you like?"

Su Yuyan raised her head.

"Yes. But you have to rely on your own abilities."

After saying that, she turned around and started running around the sofa to the side.

"Your Majesty, come and arrest me!"

Jiang Fan stood up and chased after him, but it was really hard to catch him through the sofa.

"Haha, you can't catch it."

Jiang Fan braced himself against the back of the sofa with one hand, jumped over, and grabbed her waist.

Su Yuyan gasped in surprise, her feet leaving the ground.

Jiang Fan used his arm strength to hoist her onto his shoulder.

"Put me down." Su Yuyan pounded on Jiang Fan's back.

"Didn't you say I should rely on my own abilities?" Jiang Fan carried her towards the bedroom.

"You're cheating."

Jiang Fan walked into the bedroom and threw Su Yuyan onto the bed.

Su Yuyan sat up, the blue gauze slipping down to her elbows.

Jiang Fan walked over, knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, hooked his fingers around the front of the bodice, and pulled hard.

The thin ribbon snapped, and he casually tossed the white silk onto the bed.

Su Yuyan pulled the blue veil over her chest.

"You're really something! This one costs over a thousand!"

"You said you could tear it up however you wanted."

"Damn it... couldn't you have used it a few more times?"