Wang Feng's heart leaped with joy. He pushed up his glasses and pressed on:
"What exactly is the second stage?"
His agent said, "For the second stage, while this incident is still trending and netizens are joking that your new song is called Like a Madman, you might as well change its title to Like a Madman."
"Think about it: netizens mock Wang Feng's new song by calling it Like a Madman, and in a fit of anger, he really does change the title to Like a Madman. That's guaranteed to set the internet ablaze again and keep your song trending for several more days."
Wang Feng frowned slightly. "But wouldn't it be a little wrong to actually change it? My band and I spent a long time coming up with that title."
His agent laughed. "What's wrong with that? Getting attention is what matters. Besides, your song already has the line, 'Standing in the wind, like a madman.' The new title fits pretty well. Anyway, this change will bring in traffic. Do you want money, or do you want to save face?"
Wang Feng frowned for a moment longer, then finally made up his mind:
"Money! In this society, without money, you have no face."
His agent laughed. "That's more like it!"
Then he continued:
"And once the second stage is complete, it'll cost another 990,000 yuan. The third stage will cost the same once it's complete."
Wang Feng thought it over. "So we haven't actually spent much on marketing. We've basically paid all the money to this Ghost Foot Seven."
His agent nodded. "And those video bloggers, too. But they didn't get much—only fifty or sixty thousand each."
Then his agent continued, "Still, this money was incredibly well spent. It's far more cost-effective than putting a huge amount