Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 153 Is it you? Is wheat good?
After hanging around all night, Chen Kun was full of energy the next day.

It was probably my first time on the plateau and I felt unwell for a while.

Then, I drove two business buses of Xu Hao’s team and finished shooting all the materials.

Everyone went to the Potala Palace together, and the filming was completed together with that magnificent architectural wonder.

There, they almost never wanted to leave. Except for Li Qing and his riding friends, everyone else came here for the first time.

Along the way, you can see many pilgrims of ethnic minorities, and many cyclists with the same tan.

There are also people riding motorcycles.

Everyone's face showed an expression of satisfaction after a long journey.

We had crisp tea and beef and mutton at a restaurant owned by a local Tibetan.

For a moment, I didn’t want to go back to the city.

Li Qing was silent for a long time, "Finance companies are like this."

"We'll discuss it when we return to the Magic City."

"Huang Yixiang is a man who is proficient in taxation and finance. He always says something every day: There is no cost that cannot be saved, and there is no tax that cannot be avoided."

Everyone was discussing it hotly.

She explained clearly the conditions proposed by Huang Yixiang.

So Mai Zishan told everyone about it.

Mai Zishan had the same view, when he met Li Qing for the first time.

Xu Hao raised objections.

They are currently in the small clinic where Chen Kun is hanging out.

Seeing that the topic could no longer continue, Mai Zishan stepped on the brakes in time.

Xu Hao couldn't help but said: "You should find another company."

Everyone nodded, but the atmosphere was still not good.

What kind of thing can force employees to do this?

Li Qing was in the elevator, holding his resignation document box. He was in his thirties, secretly wiping tears and listening to music in the elevator.

Li Qing also objected, "I guess he will definitely take out his figure. If you let him go on camera, you can't stop him unless he edits it out. His figure is equivalent to one month's salary of mine." ”

The people who come here to see a doctor are all city dwellers who want to have a bowel movement, but they fail and suffer from altitude sickness first.

"He regards all employees as costs. Those who can receive bonuses do not receive five social insurances and one housing fund. The basic salary is aligned with the minimum standard. The rest is all labor and overtime pay."

Li Qing's riding partner didn't know Huang Yixiang, but after spending so much time with Li Qing, he could guess what kind of person he was.

One or two people were lying on the hospital bed, moaning and groaning, filling the small clinic in this small village.

But Mai Zishan received a call from Lin Xinyue.

"When I looked at the decoration on the 13th floor, I knew that this guy had no good intentions. Arranging shots for him would directly bring down the aesthetic quality of the documentary."

A rusty shelf with water hanging on it, drop by drop of medicine flowing in the infusion tube.

Lying on the wooden bed, the scenery outside is beautiful, but it has nothing to do with myself at this moment.

Most people didn't realize that there was Mai Zishan among the group of people next to them.

Everyone stared at their own IV tubes, eager to end it quickly.

Want to return to nature.

"Altitude sickness is really uncomfortable." Chen Kun said with emotion as he looked at the person still in the hospital bed.

Mai Zishan said: "Bring the guitar over here."

Chen Kun's eyes lit up, and he didn't know how long he had been looking forward to this moment.

Li Qing and his riding partner immediately sat up straight.

"Li Qing, please turn on your live broadcast."

Li Qing nodded excitedly.

Countless people immediately flooded into the live broadcast room.

Since Mai Zishan's debut yesterday, his fans have increased by half a million.

"It's on the air. It's on the air."

"Where is this? Clinic? Which clinic? It looks like it's from my town." "It's definitely from my town. The same style of yellowed hospital bed sheets."

Chen Kun excitedly brought two guitars.

The eyes of the other people who were still hanging water followed him.

Until I saw one of the guitars and handed it into Mai Zishan's hands.

Who is this person? It looks a bit familiar.

I had to drink water all the time, and the altitude sickness was so uncomfortable.

The more I look at this person, the more familiar he looks.

Mai Zishan's songs are popular enough, but his face is nowhere near as good as the songs.

But someone still recognized it.

An old man who was holding a bottle of water slowly sat up while holding on to the edge of his bed.

"Mai Zishan? Is it you??"

These words attracted the attention of others, who came from all over the country to cleanse their souls.

After that, I washed myself and went to the clinic to get some water.

But these three words, Mai Zishan, are all too familiar to them.

A song spreads super fast, no less than catkins in spring.

In the clinic, they seemed to have forgotten about altitude sickness and looked at the man holding the guitar seriously.

Whether Mai Zishan is really good or not, you will know as soon as you open your mouth.

The uncle who was carrying water directly walked towards Mai Zishan with his own IV stand in one hand.

"Mai Zishan, is it you?"

Mai Zishan was startled, "It's me, it's me. Sit there quickly."

The uncle chuckled, "I've been to the salt industry, and I recognized you at first sight."

The uncle sat down holding on to the edge of the bed, "You have to sing a song for me. I was tricked here by your blue lotus. You must sing a song for me today."

Mai Zishan patted the piano surface hard and said, "Brother, listen up."

Other people in the clinic also slowly got up. The altitude sickness seemed to have become milder the moment Mai Zishan picked up the guitar.

Is this magic?
Xu Hao had already set up a camera in the distance. Documentary is actually a kind of capturing art.

The nurse at the clinic, a local ethnic minority, watched this inexplicable scene.

Aren’t you suffering from altitude sickness?
Why are you so excited when listening to music?

Mai Zishan gently plucked the strings in this small clinic more than 3,000 meters above sea level.

Start singing.

"Back to LS
back to Potala
Back to LS
Back to the Potala Palace

Cleanse my heart on the Brahmaputra River
Awaken my soul on the top of the snow mountain

Climbed Tanggula Mountain

Met snow lotus
hold my hand
We returned to her home. "

The people in the live broadcast room, the moment they opened their mouths, decided that this was the real Mai Zishan and could not be fake.

And inside the clinic.

The atmosphere became lively.

Oxygen, as long as there is enough oxygen, altitude sickness will slowly weaken.

In Mai Zishan's singing, all the people in the clinic seemed to be embracing oxygen.

In this small clinic, it was like a sudden influx of oxygen.

Although this is an illusion.

But everyone feels,

It's like traveling through an endless wilderness.

Has power beyond all else.

(End of this chapter)