Chapter 153 Fighting on the Street

She was tired and drunk, murmuring something incomprehensible, and fell into his arms.

"Without me, that family would be broken up."

"Um."

"That's why I desperately want to survive."

"Um."

Fu Nanli hugged her.

His arms and her body fit so well.

After hugging her for a long time, the breathing of the person in his arms gradually calmed down. He put her down again, dragged the thin silk quilt aside and gently covered her.

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The He family's car left slowly. He Juan gently stroked the ring on his index finger and rested his elbow on the car window.

"Nan Li looked at Wen Qiao with eyes that were obsessed and addicted. Xiaoyan, I advise you not to fly into the flames like a moth."

He Yan's eyes were light and carefree: "Brother, why do you always help outsiders?"

She felt a little aggrieved by her brother's sharp look.

"Whether I favor outsiders or do it for your own good, you have to think clearly."

He Yan lowered her eyes and stopped talking.

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After working on it for half a month, the song composed by Xu Lu finally came out.

She posted it on her Weibo. Because she had done marketing before, she had more than 400,000 fans on Weibo.

She is very ambitious, and the first one is a paid-on-demand format.

One day after it was posted on Weibo, the number of on-demand videos was...single digits.

Seeing this number, her heart froze.

We can only lower the threshold and change paid on-demand to free.

The number of people listening to the song increased slightly, reaching three digits, and only more than 200 people listened to the song.

Because Xu Lu did not include her name, her fans did not know that she composed the song, and they complained in the comment area——

To sum it up, it’s not nice to hear.

Xu Lu was defeated.

Is she willing?

Of course she was unwilling to do so.

She felt that the main reason why her songs failed to become popular was that there was no packaging or promotion, and there was no professional record company, so she spent some money on marketing.

Internet marketing requires money.

Uncle Wen had already cut off her credit card because he revealed that Wen Mo was autistic, and now she had to ask her mother for this huge marketing fee.

A shrewd person like Zhong Hui naturally has his own small treasury over the years.

She is also willing to spend money to train her daughter.

The promotion fee of 200,000 yuan was spent like this.

It's nothing more than asking some third-rate music critics and marketing accounts to praise the song, and then go to Douyin to circulate it.

The money was spent, the marketing was done, and all the praise was there.

But this song still failed to become as popular as Xu Lu expected. Not only was it not popular, it was even popular.

Two hundred thousand dollars was wasted like this. She was angry and distressed, and felt that she was not appreciating her talent.

But I don’t dare to continue throwing money into this song.

After all, this song was posted on Xu Lu's own Weibo. After a series of saucy operations, including marketing and marketing, Lu Youyou could be said to have followed up the whole process.

She didn't shy away from it, and directly mocked her with her big number.

x-on:Lu Youyou: Some people really think that anyone can be Teacher Mu Yue. Even Amao Agou composed a song with the hope of becoming a hit, and even the marketing fees were not earned back. I feel sorry for you.

When Xu Lu saw this Weibo post, she was so angry that she almost smashed her phone.

You, Lu Youyou, are just a joke, but you actually dare to laugh at me?

But Lu Youyou is a shrew, and if she is really annoyed, she will hit people directly, and even curse people at the door of her dormitory at the top of her lungs.

Xu Lu could only endure this tone.

Everything was not going well, and she would go crazy with frustration.

Xu Lu's eyes suddenly lit up.