Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 123 What does marriage bring?

"He also has new songs!"

The short video, less than a minute, made the entire Internet abuzz!
Only half an hour after it was posted, it had been reposted 100,000 times!

Two hours later, the number of fans of the 'Salt Music Festival' doubled to 600,000 fans.

This is just an official WeChat account. After the music festival is over, the official WeChat account will be useless, but everyone is not stingy in paying attention to it.

Mai Zishan has attracted countless fans because of his new album, and at this moment, the comments are like an explosion.

"The new songs are equally good, but I can't get enough of them. I just played them for a minute. Who are you trying to fool?"

"When does it open? I'm a student, give me a ticket."

"I'm a virgin, give me a round trip ticket and the entrance ticket."

"I am...forget it, I can't compare."

Everyone is discussing enthusiastically, focusing on the opening time, program list, and ticket prices.

This unknown information arouses people's hearts.

At the same time, Mai Zishan looked at the concert venue that had been set up.

The 60,000-square-meter area is divided into dozens of singing venues, each equipped with professional-level speakers, retractable canopies and supporting security and catering facilities.

The ground of the park is covered with fresh turf, fresh and green.

The brand-new audio equipment is like a newly forged weapon, exuding a metallic luster.

"It's a bit unexpected." Mai Zishan said, holding a bottle of beer in his hand.

Lin Xinyue glanced at him in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"It's too big, too luxurious."

Lin Xinyue looked at Mai Zishan and said, "I think it's okay. It's an ordinary scene. I originally wanted to give you Akusi speakers, but that one needs to be customized, so I don't have time."

"No, I mean, I can't imagine this place being full of people."

"Isn't the Olympic Sports Center bigger than this? You've been there too."

Mai Zishan shook his head, "First of all, the Olympic Sports Center is not a stage for me alone. There are many people, all of them celebrities, including TV drama stars. I asked for an autograph for my mother."

"Also, because of the theme of the song, the lights were dimmed while I was singing. I couldn't see the people below clearly. I could only see the waving glow sticks."

"And here." Mai Zishan took a step forward and could feel the moist sea breeze making his collar swing slightly.

"This is mine, it belongs to me, it's so big, so... luxurious."

Mai Zishan was sighing with emotion, and Lin Xinyue was watching him from behind.

Sometimes, she felt that Mai Zishan was very interesting. She had already traveled a long way and it was uneventful along the way, but when she looked back, she was often surprised by the distance she had traveled.

There are too many singers in Towards the Era, and Lin Xinyue has hosted several large-scale music festivals. None of the singers have ever been like this. They are all victors, enjoying the fruits to their heart's content.

And Mai Zishan, at this moment, squatted on the ground, the beer in his hand exuding amber light, and his whole person was filled with three parts of joy, three parts of melancholy, and three parts of confidence.

Still ninety-one percent drunk.

……

"We agreed to eight hundred two days ago, why are we only one thousand two hundred today?"

Jin Dagu, the chief chef of Caizhou Restaurant, is on the phone angrily.

He was going to Mai Zishan's music festival and was ready to buy tickets.

But he didn't want to stop the restaurant business, so he found a cook who was equally good at cooking as he was and was also a friend. He planned to calculate the money on a daily basis and let him cook for him.

As a result, we agreed two days ago that the price would be 800 a day, but today it was raised to 1,200.

The other end of the phone said aggrievedly: "Eight hundred is my price. If you give me the money, it will be eight hundred. But what a coincidence, my wife saw the chat record. Now it is one thousand two hundred. I still want more money." Send it to her mobile phone."

Jin Dagu was stunned for a moment, it smelled so familiar.

He was once so frustrated.

"this…"

He was speechless and didn't know what to say.

The other end of the phone said: "If it doesn't work, forget it. The money won't be in my pocket anyway, and I don't want to go."

Jin Dagu's brows were almost furrowed. He really wanted to go to the music festival.

"By the way, what are you going to do? The hotel business is so good, are you willing to leave?"

"Why should I go? I'll go watch it! Haha, I'll go watch the music festival." Jin Dagu said proudly.

"What?"

"Mai Zishan, we are holding a music festival." There was silence on the other end of the phone, "That singer who is played on the stereo in your store every day?"

"Yes, I remember you've heard of it, haven't you? He has released a new album, so hurry up and buy it."

There was silence again, "Are you going to his music festival?"

"Yes, I heard it's at the beach. I've never been to a music festival in my life, so I'll treat it as a trip."

"Ok."

Jin Dugu thought for a while: "One thousand and two is one thousand and two, come here."

But the other end of the phone said, "Brother Jin, I'm sorry, I don't want to go to Qian Er either. You can find someone else."

Jin Dagu was anxious. Just when he was about to say something, this guy actually hung up the phone.

What to do now? Among all the chefs Jin Dagu knows, he is the only one who is at a good level, while the others are all at the level of two and a half years.

As a result, One Thousand Two Hundred didn't come for a day.

What's the situation?
……

Deng Liang hung up the phone, looking confused.

His wife was eating melon seeds on the sofa in the back. When she saw him hang up the phone, she started scolding him.

"You are so capable. You can do private work for someone for eight hundred a day. If I hadn't seen the chat history, what would you have done with the eight hundred?"

"Buy yourself a fishing rod? Fishing, fishing, fishing, fishing every day, why don't you drown you bastard?"

"You can go out and work for others for eight hundred yuan. You don't worry about your own restaurant at all. Do you still have business now?"

Deng Liang said nothing, lowered his head, and refused to retaliate no matter how much his wife scolded her.

Over the years, he has also developed a skill, which is automatic blocking.

There was only one question in his mind.

Kim Dae-gu is divorced, and it’s so smooth now. People in their 50s are chasing stars.

What exactly does marriage bring to men?
……

Baichun Group, the internal training room.

Li Ji is training hard.

Tasks include timbre improvement, stage style consistency control, new instruments, and learning singing rhythm to fit the rock style.

He has several teachers around him, each of whom is an elite in the industry, constantly adjusting his condition.

This kind of training has been going on for three days.

"Better! Not enough! Not enough!" Yu Xianchao shouted from the side.

"Do you want to make a lot of money? Live in a luxury house? Drive a luxury car?"

"God has given you a good voice and a good opportunity. Seize it!"

Li Ji heard Yu Xianchao's roar and played the guitar harder.

In an instant, too much force was applied, and the smallest and thinnest string suddenly broke, causing a harsh echo.

Then there was a moment of silence.

Yu Xianchao took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring.

"Do you know why I chose you instead of the other two?"

Li Jihan was all excited and shook his head.

"What I want is a personality. Personality does not allow dreams. I am not here to help you realize your dreams. We are a cooperative relationship. You give me what I want and I give you money. Do you understand?"

Li Ji nodded.

Yu Xianchao threw the cigarette butt on the ground and burned a hole in the blanket on the ground, but he didn't care.

"continue."

Leaving two words behind, he left without looking back.

Li Ji and other teachers in the training room started training again.

Yu Xianchao tied up his long hair and had an unusually cold face. His true appearance had nothing to do with Wenqing.

He opened his phone, frowned as he read the message popping up on it.

[Maizishan’s Salt Industry Music Festival has announced pricing, with admission tickets priced at 199! 】(You can watch the performances of all singers through the concert)

"Holy shit, are you so cruel?" Yu Xianchao blurted out.

(End of this chapter)