Chapter 159: They’re Going to Make a Move on You! Be Careful!

Chapter 159: They’re Going to Make a Move on You! Be Careful!

Wu Chen had not missed.

The song had been tested on the public long ago, so everything unfolded exactly as he expected.

“Antidote for the Soul” had been online four hours, and it had already drawn enormous attention across the major platforms.

The first attention came from the music influencers. They provided the initial exposure.

But the later trend in the data had nothing to do with them.

That came down to the quality of the song and whether the public liked it.

And the trajectory of “Antidote for the Soul” had entirely outrun the expectations of every influencer who recommended it.

They had only taken a paid job—take the money, repost the song, recommend it, toss in a compliment or two.

Whether the song became a minor hit had nothing to do with them, and they did not care.

But “Antidote for the Soul” genuinely shocked them.

Wu Chen knew they had been shocked because the repost, comment, and like counts on their Weibo posts were wildly abnormal.

Abnormally high.

Some of them, having completed their paid “business cooperation,” had gone on to repost and recommend the song several more times on their own, interacting with listeners and replying in the comments.

Other major influencers Wu Chen had never contacted joined in as well, almost as though chasing the trend.

The song was heating up far too fast.

From the backend data on the major platforms, Wu Chen could see that around eight that evening “Antidote for the Soul” had broken into the top hundred on Penguin Music’s monthly rising chart.

At roughly the same time it entered the top hundred on Soyi Music’s original-song chart.

On Cool Cat Music it entered the top thirty on the weekly new-originals chart around eight-thirty.

Its climb was explosive.

Comparing the trends across the three highest-ranked platforms, “Antidote for the Soul” performed best on Penguin Music.

Penguin Music was also the largest platform, with the most traffic and the greatest number of listeners.

So its numbers were the most violent.

Four hours after release, the song had been played more than fifty thousand times.

At this stage raw play count did not mean a great deal.

A cluster of major influencers had recommended it, after all. People would click in and listen. If they listened once and never came back, the number meant nothing.

What mattered were reposts and comments.

More than a thousand reposts.

Over four hundred comments.

Comments carried the greatest weight.

Even when a superstar released a new song and it went on to become a genuine “phenomenon-level hit,” accumulating more than a hundred thousand comments during the song’s hottest period was no easy thing.

Some older songs surged back into popularity on the strength of a particular event and eventually gathered several hundred thousand comments—but those totals were built over years.

Wu Chen had released this song four hours ago.

The data would grow geometrically.

Which was to say: “Antidote for the Soul” might have four hundred comments now, but by tomorrow—

It could have several thousand.

Wu Chen watched the numbers a while, then shut down the computer.

Time to sleep.

He would see how violently the data exploded tomorrow.

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A new day.

July 14, 2020.

At seven in the morning exactly, Wu Chen opened his eyes and looked up at the European-style ceiling worked with gold leaf.

He smiled.

As long as time kept moving forward normally, the way he wanted it to, he was content.

He got up, washed, and dressed.

Ready to go out for breakfast, he had just stepped into the living room when he stopped on instinct.

His eyes swept the villa’s lavish living room.

Something was wrong.

Someone had been in this room.

And they had come in after he went to sleep the night before.

Through the thousand-year loop, Wu Chen’s memory had improved with each reset until it reached a terrifying level.

Not quite total recall, but close.

Inside the loop he had…