Yan Xingzhou wrote the article that night and sent it to Wang Heng. After confirming that there was no problem, he uploaded it that night.

When he woke up the next day, he saw that his article had indeed gained a lot of views, and it was still rising steadily. Looking at the transfer text messages, he was even more happy.

After hesitating for a long time, he decided to make another call, which was considered after-sales service. The thirty-year-old Yan Xingzhou was good at writing, but after dialing the phone, he was quite stupid: "The money has been received...that, thank you Brother Wang."

Wang Heng: "It's okay, we can cooperate again next time if we have the opportunity. Your official account article is well written, and it is very promising if you stick to it."

Yan Xingzhou: "Thank you, Brother Wang, it's not that I wrote well, it's that your singer is amazing."

Wang Heng: "Don't be so polite. We will cooperate again next time."

Yan Xingcheon: "That's that's that, that's it, next time I cooperate... Then I won't bother you?"

"Yeah, goodbye."

After saying that, Wang Heng heard another string on the opposite side: "Okay, goodbye Brother Wang, goodbye!"

Wang Heng hung up the phone, put away his cell phone, and knocked on the door in front of him.

When he answered the phone just now, he had already arrived downstairs of Pei Ningle's rental house. After calling, he just went up the stairs to the front door.

But after the door opened, Wang Heng saw a girl with a little red eyes.

"You're here..." Pei Ningle's voice was very low, and there was a hint of undepressing crying.

Wang Heng couldn't help but be surprised: "What's wrong with you?"

Pei Ningle pulled his arm and pulled him to the sofa: "Look!"

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Heng soon saw something that caused the girl's emotional changes on the computer screen. It was a player of domain music, full of new comments from last night to today.

"The song is very nice. I haven't heard such a great voice in a long time..." Wang Heng read one of the comments and asked, "Isn't this a good review?"

Pei Ningle pointed to the one below this comment: "Look at this!"

[I was disappointed when I saw Yan Sheng's recommendation. The voice was nothing surprising, but the voice of a little girl is common in the non-mainstream, and the lyrics and music were even more mediocre. If Yan Sheng praised it like that, I am afraid that it would be a bad money, right?]

Wang Heng had just finished reading this article and wanted to say something, but saw Pei Ningle turning it down again, and soon another bad review appeared.

[Bored, boring. The meaning of this song is that it is not easy to make music, right? We are listeners and want good songs. Who cares if it is easy for you?]

Turning down further, the unceremonious negative reviews appeared again.

[It's so boring. For your song, I specially put a domain music on it, wasting my memory space.]

And below this comment, there is another reply: [Me too, but it's okay, I'll delete it immediately anyway. Yan Sheng also wants to clear the pass, that guy must have collected the money.]

Pei Ningle was about to turn down, but Wang Heng suddenly held her hand.

After considering it, he said, "You have seen it too. There are still more positive reviews than bad reviews. Why do you have to focus on those bad reviews and can't get over them?"

Pei Ningle: "There are many negative reviews, not a little bit!"

Wang Heng: "But there are still more good reviews. The key is that Yan Xingchu's article is praised more harshly, so some people may have higher expectations. And your song does not meet other people's appetite, so it is normal for them to give negative reviews."

"Then why can't you let him..." The girl bit her lower lip, "Let him not praise him so hard?"

Wang Heng shook his head and said, "No, since you want to praise it, you should praise it well. Besides, you have to understand that you give others a high enough sense of expectation so that others will come to listen to your songs. If you are asked to choose, would you choose a thousand people to listen to and leave five negative reviews, or would you like to listen to and leave fifty negative reviews?"

Pei Ningle lowered his head and was silent, as if he didn't know what to say.

After a while, she whispered, "Can't you have a higher number of views, and then don't have those bad reviews?"

Wang Heng sneered: "I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible. As long as you are still posting songs and want others to hear your own songs, you will not be able to stop negative reviews. It is meaningless to have only positive reviews but no negative reviews."

"It is impossible to stop negative reviews..." Pei Ningle murmured, sitting on the sofa, lowering his head.

Wang Heng sat next to her and continued, "Any singer is like this. As long as you have a little bit of playback, there will naturally be bad reviews. The difference between you and a professional singer is that they have a professional agency team and don't read the comments by themselves."

Pei Ningle suddenly raised his head and stared at him: "You are also my agent team."

"Yes, so now it's the agent's job."

While talking, Wang Heng held the mouse, right-clicked a bad review, and left-clicked the report.

Then, I clicked and reported all the bad reviews that were too over-the-top.

"There is no setting for deletion of comments on domain music, so it can only be reported to the official. The official may not sit idly by saying that it wants to uninstall such remarks."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Ningle couldn't help but say, "What if the official doesn't care?"

Wang Heng: "Then you can only endure it. Otherwise, it would be a solution if you don't read the comments."

Pei Ningle said weakly: "I originally... like to read comments."

Originally, when the door was opened, her eyes were already red. But after talking to Wang Heng like this, the tears that were already shaking in her eyes were forced to hold them down.

For this girl of 18 or 19 years old, it is undoubtedly the first time in her life that she has been exposed to dozens of bad reviews in a row like today. But now, only Wang Heng’s words just echoed in her mind, namely, ‘It’s meaningless to have only positive reviews but no bad reviews’.

As long as you want to continue singing, you must face more negative reviews and endure them...

Wang Heng shrugged and suddenly asked, "By the way, what is the inspiration for your next song?"

Pei Ningle picked up the notebook next to him, opened it, and handed it over: "It's still about expressing his feelings, this is it."

Wang Heng took the book and saw the two big words [Dawn].

So he said: "Isn't this just right? If there is only dawn, such a song would be too thin. Only with dark night and dark clouds can the beauty and value of dawn be highlighted."

Pei Ningle: "Are you also writing negative feelings in songs?"

Wang Heng: "Yes, remember this mood and keep writing. You can't say that bad reviews are another kind of wealth, but at least, it's a new experience for you."

Pei Ningle held his knees and lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Wang Heng took out his mobile phone, clicked on the domain music, and left a message below the negative review with the highest number of likes:

【If you don’t need eardrums, you can donate them to those in need, thank you.】
Chapter completed!