Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 104

The atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger.

The salt industry also put up some New Year-style decorations in a timely manner.

The shops in the urban area are also overcrowded and decorated with lights and colors everywhere.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and Mai Zishan has really had enough. It's still over ten degrees in the south.

Even so, even though he was trembling with cold, he still had to go to Yanjing.

One is for the rehearsal, and the other is for the art space.

Yang Di accompanied him, and Zhang Tianhai greeted him.

Several people ate authentic hotpot mutton.

After the meal, Zhang Tianhai took the initiative to discuss the recent situation.

"I'm going to retire soon, so I can concentrate on singing. I really feel younger and younger as I sing."

"Then, I have been engaged in guerrilla warfare recently. I sang in nearly ten art spaces, and the response was enthusiastic. The audience said that I am the sunset version of Mai Zishan."

Zhang Tianhai breathed out steam when he spoke, and he was quite proud of this title.

Mai Zishan looked at Zhang Tianhai's old naughty appearance and thought to himself, it would be good if he could be in this state when he gets old.

And Zhang Tianhai is not bald yet, even at such an old age.

"Of course, and more importantly, more and more people are interested in rock music. After I sang, some people asked where the Salt Industry was and said they would go there if they had a chance." Zhang Tianhai spoke with pride.

Mai Zishan continued to look forward to the atmosphere created by Zhang Tianhai, "I feel that with this momentum, in one or two years, will I be able to hold a concert?"

"Yes." Yang Di answered simply.

Mai Zishan was very excited when he thought about holding a concert. He had had this fantasy since he first picked up a guitar.

When I was a child, I lived in a small city and went to church near my school on weekends. The toothless old lady sang Hallelujah with her mouth open.

He was behind the church, treating the pigeons as an audience and himself as a superstar.

Everyone has this dream as a child.

It is said that every man will play music while taking a shower.

When listening to music, I will use the shower gel nozzle as a microphone to sing.

Or even use something else.

For Mai Zishan, at this moment, what he has longed for is closer than ever.

After dinner, Mai Zishan was about to leave for the recording site of the online Spring Festival Gala.

The online Spring Festival Gala program team is quite rich. After all, with Douyin behind them, they directly booked the Olympic Sports Center.

At the same time, in addition to the live broadcast on the online platform, it has also joined forces with several TV stations to broadcast simultaneously.

This is the biggest stage that Mai Zishan has participated in so far.

Zhang Tianhai did not drive.

"Believe me, here in Yanjing, driving is asking for trouble. It's best to take the subway."

But if it's Ji Zhonghe, the more congested the road is, the more he loves to drive.

A few people just got on the subway and headed to the Olympic Sports Center.

……

Takehiro is busy rehearsing.

In other words, directing a group of people to be busy.

"You, pay attention, every camera position must be controlled. If there are any unexpected scenes on site, immediately pull the panorama for me. At least the user in front of the mobile phone cannot see the problem."

"Where's the on-site director? Didn't I tell you? I turned on the heating to the highest level, and there must be no situation where the host is out of breath while talking."

On-site director: "???"

I'm in charge of the heating?
But he went anyway.

Takehiro held a cigarette in his mouth, but did not light it. He just saw that some famous international directors would do the same, and he looked very impressive.

What is this guy named Orson Welles talking about?

"The actors, cameramen, and all the crew are my props."

Yes, they are all props, all according to my ideas!

Wu Yanguang put his hands in his pockets, with a bulging belly and a cigarette in his mouth. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of Martin boots. Like Pigman's opponent.

Superman pig or something?

"You can find someone else to do the song medley. If that doesn't work, you can do it yourself." He looked at Guan Le, who spoke Cantonese, and said.

"The program duration is fine. There are seventy or eighty sponsors' advertisements that can be deleted. Anyway, the New Year's countdown is easy to operate."

Wu Yanguang didn't care much about the song medley anymore. Mai Zishan stood too high and fell miserably.

Guan Le was already trying his best to speak Mandarin, "However, I don't have the stage experience you have here. My stage style is different from yours. I'm afraid I haven't done enough."

Wu Yanguang was stunned for a moment, "Typhoon?"

"It's just the stage style. We don't pay much attention to the Spring Festival Gala there, I don't know..."

"But if they don't want to hang out with you, there's nothing I can do about it."

Guan Le spoke with a little anger.

"Don't you want to hang out with me? I'm the best in Hong Kong!"

"Yes, yes, you are top-notch." Wu Yanguang really couldn't stand his Cantonese-sounding Mandarin, but he said it coaxingly.

"He can't recognize himself, so you don't need to worry about him. If you do this, you can decide before the rehearsal. I will find another singer for you to perform with, or you can sing it yourself. You can decide and then tell me."

Wu Yanguang pushed Guan Le back to the preparation place and asked him to think carefully.

After dealing with Guan Le, he took a deep breath.

He said to himself, "What kind of ghost song are you singing? It's so boring to celebrate the New Year."

Then, he returned to his superhuman appearance and commanded everywhere.

……

"Hey, when are you coming back? I just finished registering and I'm queuing up at the hospital. I bought it right away. I'll bring you some so you don't run away next time." Zheng Li asked while taking the order.

"I'll go back in the afternoon, please help me bring some."

Zheng Li replied with an OK gesture.

I thought the conversation was over, but three minutes passed.

Lu He sent a message again, "Online Spring Festival Gala on Douyin platform, aren't you going back to your hometown for the Chinese New Year this year? Go and see it."

"Let me see what that thing is for. It smells and lasts for several hours."

"I'm not asking you to read it all. Just watch a song that Mai Zishan sings at the back. Just listen to that."

Lu He thought for a while, he had heard of Mai Zishan!
"'Blue Lotus'? Right? Is my guess right? I've heard it! It really sounds good."

"That's right, he is going to sing at the Internet Spring Festival Gala. You will definitely like it then."

Zheng Li laughed a little dumbly.

He originally wanted to send a series of messages to Lu He, but in the end he deleted them.

He was really not in the mood to listen to music, the weather was getting colder and colder recently.

My mood is getting worse and worse.

Listen to music, no matter what song.

It's hard to impress him. Although Blue Lotus sounds good, he sits in the car for ten hours a day.

No matter how nice the song is, it can't ease this boring process.

"Hello, the tail number is 9996, right?"