Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 10 Move on
Mai Zishan turned on his phone and looked at the account data.

The push of the account seems to have encountered a traffic platform.

The number of views reached 180 million and stopped moving.

The number of likes reached over 80,000
The reputation value reached 16,000,

And his number of fans has reached 20,000.

I received a lot of private messages, and there were so many red dots that I couldn’t even count them.

Most of them come to him for business promotion, bringing goods, promoting each other, everything.

The prices are also very attractive.

One delivery link is almost as much as his monthly salary.

However, this kind of sales will definitely lose the number of fans and fan stickiness.

Mai Zishan was determined and blocked all those who brought goods.

In addition to private messages bringing goods, there are many fans.

Most of them praise his songs for being nice.

Brother, you eat ice cream: "Your singing is so beautiful and meaningful, why are you named a music businessman? It still has no soul."

Chief Chef of Caizhou Restaurant: "Brother, your song has reached my heart. Don't say anything else. I'll give you a little rocket."

Mai Zishan's eyes lit up when he saw this sentence.

Quickly open the backend to see the income.

No little rocket?

Where is it?

tease me?
Mai Zishan deleted the private message with a gloomy look.

At the same time, he also saw many people scolding him in private messages.

"What kind of song are you talking about? It's really rubbish compared to rap."

"You're the only one who can still sing. Find a job in a factory. If you wait too late, there won't be a place!"

"Rap is my god! You are nothing like this."

Seeing this, Mai Zishan's first reaction was to scold him back.

But the words were all typed and finally deleted.

It's not worth it to argue with these people.

He blocked all these people.

He just thought with his knees and knew where this person came from. It must be the person with the little dreadlocks.

There are so many dirty tricks. What kind of quality can a rap singer have?

He also checked the following accounts of these people, and finally located the little pigtail's Douyin account.

The devil who loves to rap.

Looking at the name, you can tell that he is really a middle school student.

Mai Zishan put all this behind him and thought about what to do next.

He named himself a soulless music businessman.

The reason is that in a way, the nickname is apt.

He is thirty years old this year and has long lost the passion for music he had when he was eighteen.

Now that he has the system in hand, his first reaction is to think about how to make money from his songs.

His mortgage needs to be repaid, and his parents are still in his hometown. He has worked hard in the big city for so many years, but he has not yet properly rewarded his parents.

The soul has long been weighed down by the burden of middle age.

Dream, what does it feel like? Almost forgotten.

Mai Zishan took out the headphones he bought for himself. This time, he completely tore off the label, which meant that it would be difficult to return them.

Have a good listen to the song.

He opened his playlist.

On a whim, what would it be like to listen to your own song?
He clicked on his fireworks and began to comment on himself.

"Not bad, the pitch in front is still on line, and the basic skills have not been lost."

"The first little climax is okay, but my lung capacity is indeed not as good as when I was young, otherwise it would make this sentence more powerful."

"It's not bad here, the singing skills are all on the passing line."

At the end, he stopped commenting on himself.

Mai Zishan took off his headphones and suddenly noticed something. Isn’t my young dream just to listen to my own songs?
At this moment, after going around in circles for many years, I finally came to this road.

Is there any reason not to move on?
Yep!

Keep going!

Mai Zishan seemed to have regained a little hope and a little bit of longing in his heart.

This is what dreams feel like.

It's back, it's all back.

……

"Sister Liu, why are you so depressed?"

In the office, the new colleague Xiao Zhang was good at observing words and expressions. He looked at Liu Yun who looked unhappy and asked.

"Whose sister are you calling? Look at your face, how wrinkled it is? Can I resist you calling her that?" Liu Yun's tone was explosive, and she got a slap in the face.

"I, I just graduated. I'm just a little old." Xiao Zhang said hesitantly.

"That won't work! Just go and work hard! Don't bother me!" Liu Yun almost yelled.

Xiao Zhang lowered his head and said no more words.

I feel very strange. I have always been called Sister Liu, why can’t I do it now?
Liu Yun's face was gloomy, and the people around her retreated voluntarily, not daring to provoke this landmine.

She was angry because she saw her lunch box in the trash can.

The bento she worked so hard to make was thrown into the trash can by Mai Zishan!
What the hell!
who do you think You Are?

I show my kindness to you, and you quickly follow up and it's over. Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? Do you think you are still rich and valuable at the age of thirty? Is it great to be able to write a song?

Liu Yun squeezed the ballpoint pen in her hand and made a clicking sound.

There are so many people chasing me. You, Mai Zishan, are so ungrateful and ignorant.

Liu Yun put down the ballpoint pen in her hand, took out a small mirror, and squeezed out the acne on her face.

I can't help it, I've been staying up late a lot lately.

……

Mai Zishan called Curly Mao's phone and agreed to record the song again tonight.

There is more to life than meets the eye.

Regarding this song, Mai Zishan felt quite uneasy.

Because there are no similar songs and styles in the music market today.

In fact, Yuan Yu, a little braided boy, can very well represent the taste of today’s music market, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to accumulate 800,000 fans.

In this market that is relatively impetuous and emphasizes on catching people's ears, it is still unknown whether this good song "Life is more than what is in front of you" can be recognized by the market.

While Mai Zishan was thinking, Xiao Zhang entered the office.

"Mr. Mai, we have bought several more songs recently. You can see which ones are good. After you decide, let the people in the marketing department find someone to sing them."

As he spoke, Xiao Zhang brought over a song list.

On the small A4 paper is a series of song titles.

"I've missed you for many years"

"Make a Turn with Me"

"A Different Sky"

Mai Zishan listened to a few songs. They were all relatively fast-paced songs, which were very suitable for young people to sing along in bars. The chords were also very simple. If there are young people who want to show off at school, they can just practice it for two weeks.

In Mai Zishan's eyes, this kind of song cannot be considered a well-produced song. In fact, it is the category with the highest traffic.

Sometimes Mai Zishan can't help but want to write such a song.

"Okay, these songs are good, you can go and record them directly." Mai Zishan casually checked a few songs and returned the paper to Xiao Zhang.

Xiao Zhang left the office. Mai Zishan put his hands on the back of his head and looked at the ceiling.

……

The marketing department is responsible for finding singers and recording songs.

For them, what they most want to happen is to pick up the leak.

I hope that one of the singers they have found will become famous one day in the future, and their performance, worth, and salary will all increase.

And something like this seems to be already happening.

They found a female singer to play and sing a year ago. Now, the single released by this female singer has become a hit, and it is very likely to be on Douyin's annual music list!

This female singer is called Zeng Kesi.

(End of this chapter)