Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 110 That’s it
Today is the worst day for Luhe.

Liu Jiahai was fired, the rock department was disbanded, and all staff returned to their original positions in the original department.

Once again, he went back to work for the same supervisor who made him drink.

Once again, holding my work box, I returned to the place I hate the most.

Moreover, the current situation is worse than before...

In any workplace, there will be people who chew their tongues.

"Hey, isn't this Lu He? Didn't you hug Liu Jiahai's lap?"

"Didn't Liu Jiahai value you very much at that time? Why are you back again?"

"Well, your previous workstation has been occupied by someone. There is a small workstation next to the toilet. You can go where you want."

It's miserable, it's really miserable.

Lu He thought about resigning ten thousand times, but he didn't dare to take action.

He remembered what Liu Jiahai had said before, saying that he would find him a next company.

But...Liu Jiahai himself is probably still feeling depressed, and he probably didn't think of him for a while.

He couldn't just lick his face and send Liu Jiahai a message to ask.

Therefore, Lu He could only temporarily station next to the toilet.

His supervisor also came and gave him a non-smiling look.

Said four words.

"Let's have dinner tonight."

Then he left. These four words meant that tonight's obedience management test was coming.

Lu He held his head and lay on the workstation without any energy.

I just want to work quietly, but why is it so difficult!

His only lifeline now is Liu Jiahai.

After thinking for a long time, Lu He couldn't help it anymore. He took out his mobile phone and opened the chat box with Liu Jiahai.

[Teacher Liu, you said before that you would find me a new company...]

But I didn't send it out, just in case Liu Jiahai was just joking.

After all, Liu Jiahai is a professional lyricist. If Baichun can't stay any longer, he can just turn around and continue writing lyrics for professional singers. Maybe he doesn't care about him at all.

Lu He thought for a long time and then deleted the edited information.

Sitting at the workstation, he let out a long sigh.

……

After Mai Zishan returned to the Magic City, he completely relaxed. For this online Spring Festival Gala, these days were full of rehearsals and exercises, and he was afraid that he would not be able to master the song "Yenjing, Yanjing" well.

Still, the result was perfect.

It's so perfect that the Salt Industry in the Magic City is now completely overcrowded.

The entire old salt factory, plus the backyard behind it, covers a total area of ​​nearly a thousand square meters. Now every time after noon, people drive there.

This more than one thousand square meters is packed to the brim.

After returning to the Magic City Salt Industry, Mai Zishan stood in the open space in front of the old factory and looked at the place where this dream began.

In the next three days, Mai Zishan completely relaxed and sang for three days in a row, igniting all the rock music that had been sung before.

Every night, people leaving would greet him warmly, with a look of reluctance.

After that, it was time to clean the venue. Mai Zishan cleaned with many people, including Wang Ye, Chen Kun, Fan Pingjiang, his musicians, and occasionally Ji Zhonghe.

To clean up some of the garbage left by guests, you can hire a housekeeper to do this.

But everyone just likes to clean up the situation after such enthusiasm. A few people will talk, laugh, and occasionally sing loudly to clean the entire salt industry spotlessly.

I will be busy until one or two o'clock at night every day.

After that, a few people set up a barbecue in the open space outside, took out Chen Kun's marinated meat, and while eating, secretly drank Ji Zhonghe's fine wine, looked at the looming night view of the city dozens of miles away, and blew The slightly tipsy evening breeze smelled of slightly burnt meat, sprinkled with cumin and chili, and took a bite.

The perfect end to the day.

However, Mai Zishan remembered the person who gave him advice. He said that Yanjing should feel more sad.

At that time, Mai Zishan was very anxious and immediately ran to practice for the Era.

I thought I would see him again at the Salt Industry in the future, and it would not be too late to thank him then, but as a result, there was no one there for several days.

"Do you remember, there was a man wearing glasses, who looked a little thin, he probably came here before the Chinese New Year..."

Mai Zishan described a portrait of Tonglu River. Trying to get everyone to help him remember.

Several people looked at him helplessly.

"According to what you said, there are a hundred such customers a day. Do you think I have an electronic eye built into my head?"

Mai Zishan had to put the matter aside for the time being.

However, Fan Pingjiang said from the side: "Actually, in addition to a bunch of lurking reporters, there are already many industry leaders who have secretly visited the salt industry, such as Liu Jiahai."

He hiccupped and continued: "He is a front-line lyricist in China. He is not a star. You probably won't recognize him, but you have all heard of him, right?"

Mai Zishan nodded: "I heard that he wrote a lot of lyrics. He is very good at narrative lyrics and ancient lyrics. Well, "Three Kilometers" was written by him, right?"

Fan Pingjiang nodded, "I could recognize him because I had met him before at a small academic conference, and I asked him for his autograph. He had been to the salt industry, and I recognized him at a glance. , he also took a small notebook and wrote down your lyrics there."

Mai Zishan smiled at first, and then suddenly remembered that the young man who gave him advice had a small notebook with him.

Mai Zishan put down the barbecue he had just brought to his mouth and looked at Fan Pingjiang, who was stunned for a moment.

"When did you come?"

"Years ago, it was when you were going to attend the online Spring Festival Gala. You had been preparing for the Spring Festival Gala. I didn't want to disturb you, so I didn't tell you."

After hearing this, Mai Zishan determined the time.

The character image was also determined.

It seems that it is probably the person Liu Jiahai brought.

His reminder was of great help to Mai Zishan, so he must find an opportunity to express his gratitude.

"Can you contact Liu Jiahai?" He looked at Fan Pingjiang.

Fan Pingjiang was concentrating on sprinkling chili peppers on the barbecue, and he was watching Chen Kun's mouth twitching at the side.

"This chili is no good, it has no flavor at all."

After spreading the lethal dose, he muttered something, and then replied: "I can't contact you, but you can ask Sister Lin to contact you. Sister Lin has a wide network of contacts and knows everyone."

Mai Zishan nodded, what he said was true. He only needed to tell Lin Xinyue who he wanted to see and what he wanted to do.

Sister Lin can arrange everything properly, professionally and meticulously, and has a huge network of connections.

Liu Shuangcheng once said, "This company can live without me, but it cannot live without Lin Xinyue, just like the West cannot live without Jerusalem, and Qilu cannot live without Green Onions."

Mai Zishan made a plan in his mind to contact Liu Jiahai through Lin Xinyue, and then contact the young man through the latter.

Just give me a nice thank you.

"Brother, please, put less." Chen Kun grabbed Fan Pingjiang's hand, who was trying to remove the sprinkling spout of the pepper bottle.

"It's not spicy. It's really not spicy at all when I eat it. It just doesn't taste good." Fan Pingjiang looked puzzled.

Wang Ye also nodded, "It's indeed not spicy."

The musicians echoed this.

Mai Zishan is okay when it comes to eating, but Chen Kun is really a waste of spicy food.

Mai Zishan said to him: "If the minority obeys the majority, if it doesn't work, you can buy another small grill."

So Fan Pingjiang proudly placed the chili pepper.

Chen Kun was pitiful and had no choice but to secretly drink Ji Zhonghe's good wine to relieve his anger.

……

Yanjing.

Haoyuxiang Restaurant is famous for its spicy and sour fish.

Lu He was restless and returned to the original scene.

A group of people mingled with each other, all from the same department as him, and the smell of alcohol permeated the entire box.

There were about a dozen people, among whom his supervisor sat in the main position, and many of his subordinates spared no effort to flatter him.

Lu He shrank himself up, hoping not to attract attention.

He didn't eat much food, and the wine was placed in front of him.

The supervisor's eyes were still scanning him and the wine glass in front of him.

Liu Jiahai has not sent him any more messages now, and he has probably been forgotten for a long time.

So be it, alas.

He sighed inwardly.

(End of this chapter)