Chapter Seventy-One It Really Was Him

  A CD earns 100 million, it is indeed a super profitable business with zero investment.

  Don't think that selling CDs is lucrative and anyone can do it. The 100 million yen in copyright fees is because of sales of over a million copies, but after the year 2000, the number of million-sellers decreased. Before AKB started producing million-sellers, there were only 23 singles that sold over a million copies after 2000.

  While "Chiisana Koi" sold 2.6 million copies in its previous life, this song was actually included in the album, and this sales figure is the number of albums released by Mongol800, not the number of singles.

  Of course, the main reason why this album can sell so well is still "Little Love".

  When Zhou Xiao came out of the company again, the bank card in his pocket had been replaced with a brand new gold card, which was specially updated for members of the 100 million club. Although the threshold couldn't be considered too high, at least it could be called upper class.

  "Let's go, Uncle Inoue." At the entrance, Zhou Xiao met Inoue who was already waiting outside. He had already quit his temporary job and without hesitation, they headed straight to the business department to set up the company first.

  While Zhou Xiao and Inoue were setting up their company, Toshiba's publicity department also obtained all the entries that had been submitted by yesterday.

  As the head of the advertising department, Beishan was not concerned about this so-called Advertising Awards because he himself did advertising and knew how difficult it was to come up with a beautiful ad idea. And on this point, these professional people couldn't do it, could they let those half-baked, ninth-rate directors do it?

  He first picked up the various manuscripts that had been mailed in and looked at them, while looking, Beishan couldn't help but sneer, most of these contributors didn't even understand what Toshiba wanted, they came up with special effects, big scenes, trying to describe a grand commercial script with their own pen, or simply wanting to make a celebrity endorsement, inviting idol stars to do commercials, it's really meaningless, this kind of advertisement can be thought of by the publicity department in one morning eighty, what's the use of them?

  After hastily browsing through the submissions, Beishan felt that none of them were qualified to win the million-dollar prize.

  He shook his head and turned to watch video submissions, which were different from text submissions. Video submissions were another extreme, and most people who could do them had experience in the field of photography. These people were mainly third-rate directors, film and television professionals, and middle-class families with digital cameras. However, such people either participated just for fun or were interested in the prize money of one million. Since it was just for fun, the former would not be too serious about it and would not invest much time or effort. As for the latter, one million was not a lot of money, equivalent to the average monthly salary of three adults in Tokyo. People who were willing to kill hundreds of millions of brain cells for this amount of money would definitely not have any spare cash.

  So in this video submission, the style has changed from extremely elaborate text submissions to extremely simple ones. There is no studio, no lighting, and after filming, the effect is like a homework assignment of a teenager, playing on TV? It's simply treating the people as monkeys.

  Moreover, videos can't be skipped as easily as text, so Beishan had to watch them one by one, patiently and painstakingly. He even saw a four-minute video! Four minutes! It's long enough to be an MV of a song! And this four-minute video was shot terribly, making Beishan yawn continuously, feeling like the four minutes lasted for four years!

  Beishan's eyelids started to droop as he sat on the sofa watching a movie. Although it wasn't good to sleep during work hours, resting with his eyes closed for a bit shouldn't be a problem...

  Beishan didn't know how long he had slept, maybe an hour or just a minute. When he was poked awake, looking at the person standing in front of him, Beishan was shocked to death. This person was none other than Murakawa, Toshiba's vice president! And it was the one who was in charge of his own propaganda department, his direct supervisor!

  "Village... Mr. Guang!" Beishan stood up in a somewhat flustered manner to greet him.

  "How can you still be sleeping?" Village Hiro was somewhat dissatisfied with Hokuto's state.

  Having watched for a while, he felt a bit bored and closed his eyes to rest for a moment. Beishan glanced at his watch and was relieved to see that the time displayed on it meant he hadn't slept for long, so he shouldn't be targeted by Cun Guang.

  "Have you all finished watching?" Village Hiro turned his head and asked.

  "Yes! I've finished reading, but the level of the works is all very poor, it's disheartening to read, so I'm taking a break!" Beishan said, looking at the few remaining manuscripts in the corner, gritting his teeth. If he didn't say this, he wouldn't be able to justify slacking off during work hours.

  "I'm free this afternoon, bring them over and let me take a look," said Village Guang.

  "Ah... how can I trouble you with this? It's originally my job." Bei Shan hastily said.

  "It's nothing, just passing time," said Cun Guang.

  "How can I bear to let you see such a thing? Why don't I pick out some of the better ones and send them over instead?" said Beishan.

  "It's okay, I just randomly picked out a few parts to read, there was no need to read it all in the first place."

  The other party has already said so much, and Beishan can no longer refuse. He had to hold the manuscript and walk into his office with Village Guang.

  "Alright, put it here and you can go out now. If there's a problem, I'll find you again." said Village Guang.

  After bidding farewell to his superior, Kitayama initially had some concerns. He thought that among the remaining unreviewed documents, there shouldn't be anything particularly good. However, he soon let go of this worry. Can good or bad be discerned so easily? Moreover, those that were obviously submitted at the last minute yesterday, right before the deadline, probably weren't done by someone who was highly regarded.

  After thinking like this, Beishan felt much more at ease and returned to his own office to start doing other things.

  While Village Broad was comfortably sitting in his own room, he casually picked up a few submissions and started reading.

  At first, Cun Guang was very understanding of Beishan's reason for being sleepy, because he had seen several and felt that they were all the same as him, getting sleepier and more boring the more he looked.

  "If it's all like this, then there really is no need to look any further." Village Hiro thought as he sifted through the submissions.

  "Hmm? Zhou Xiao?" As he picked up another manuscript, the name on it caught his attention.

  Zhou Xiao is a very common name in China, and it's likely that there are many people with this name all over the country. However, if you were to go to Japan, such a name would be extremely rare. When he saw this name, Murahiro easily associated it with a certain very famous person recently.

  A song "Small Love" is well-known to everyone, with sales of 15 million copies, which is scary. Even as a Toshiba executive, Murakawa's income is far behind Zhou Xiao this year.

  "Is it his submission? Or is he trying to be a spokesperson for lighting? Or did he write a song for our LED lights?" Villager Guang thought. If it's a submission, then it's easy to handle, just respond accordingly. But if it's writing a song or being a spokesperson, Villager Guang felt that it would be somewhat difficult to answer.

  LED lighting is a very new industry, and it will take some time before it can truly meet the demand of the entire Japan. This so-called advertising innovation competition has a stronger promotional meaning compared to advertising. What Toshiba wants to do is simply to let people all over the country see that they value innovation, value good ideas, and also want to have new products born.

  For this reason, the company finally approved nearly one million yuan for some promotional activities.

  As for inviting someone to be a spokesperson? This is just an ordinary advertisement, it's a daily necessity and not some other star-studded product. The expected returns from finding someone to be a spokesperson are very poor.

  "In short, let's take a look first, and whether this person is Zhou Xiao or not remains to be seen." Cun Guang thought to himself as he put Zhou Xiao's submission into the player.

  The first thing that came out was a piece of Zhou Xiao's own photography, and when he saw the figure of a young man in the picture, even though he had been prepared for it, Cun Guang couldn't help but exclaim: "It really is him!"