Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 172 A Set of Strings

The salt industry base in Yanjing feels like something is missing.

Mai Zishan thought about it for a long time and realized it was barbecue.

After singing every day, a group of people gather together to have a barbecue, which is the essence of the salt industry.

It's a pity that charcoal fires are prohibited in Yanjing, not to mention that the shopping malls and supermarkets are all in residential areas, so there is no room at all.

If it was roasted on the ground floor, a group of people would be sent to the hospital after roasting.

So, after the official filming ended, Mai Zishan and his team returned to the Magic City.

Xu Hao has finished editing all the materials.

The official Weibo announced that the fourth episode will be released as scheduled.

one night in beijing
……

"Really?"

"Ah? Are you divorced?"

Just marinate it for half an hour.

I'm going to pick up my daughter from school now, and I'll be able to eat just in time when I get back.

Opening the rice cooker, there was steamed rice inside, and Zhao Yuanwen took it out.

Stew and it's done.

Zhao Yuanwen laughed at himself, "When I was young, I wowed her by playing guitar and singing. After getting married, these became shortcomings, and over time, we divorced."

Zhao Yuanwen used nothing, and his hair was thick and plentiful. His daughter also inherited this, and her hair was black and beautiful.

Turn the heat to the maximum and the soup will thicken in a short time.

His hands were on the stove, supporting himself.

In a cozy tavern like her uncle's, old customers still come and there are very few new customers.

"Her mother picked her up and she won't come back on Saturdays and Sundays."

Friday?

Then the call was hung up.

Zhao Yuanwen turned on his phone and looked at a certain treasure.

"I have nothing to do anyway, so I came here to have fun." Zhao Yuanwen said, stroking his messy hair.

I looked around and couldn't find anything suitable.

The amount of hair on his head is quite eye-catching. At this age, other people are wondering whether King Jiang or Overlord is better.

The bar was empty at noon, and in fact there wasn’t much traffic throughout the day.

Just eat chicken wings and a bowl of rice alone.

The strings need to be replaced. It may be because the weather is relatively humid. If you are not careful, they may become rusty, which will have a great impact on the sound quality.

The chicken wings in the pot are still steaming.

"When I was a child, you two were very affectionate."

But after much deliberation, I chose the cheapest one.

It's dozens of dollars cheaper, has poor sound quality, and plays like gongs and drums.

"We left a long time ago." Zhao Yuanwen shrugged.

"Uncle Zhao, you came so early today." Rong Shasha greeted.

"Today is Friday, don't forget, I'm going to pick up Zhenzhen. Don't rush over and miss her like last time, and call the police in a hurry." Ning Ru said impatiently on the other side of the phone.

She doesn’t even need to wear sunglasses or a mask, and no one will ask her for autographs or photos. People will only laugh and say how embarrassing she was when she was a child.

……

The expensive ones are several hundred.

Zhao Yuanwen took a look at the day and found that it was true.

In the meantime, cut the chicken wings again, blanch them in water, fry them until golden brown on both sides, and pour a bottle of Coke into them.

Every Saturday and Sunday is Ning Ru's time to take care of her children. This is the court's ruling.

The bar doesn't make any money, but fortunately it's not short of money either.

Then, he threw the phone aside, cut the thawed beef into slices, and put some onion and ginger water on it.

At this time, the mobile phone that was thrown on the bed rang.

Zhao Yuanwen ran over and turned off the fire, and was stunned for a while.

Nowadays, bars are places where young people go to dance and have fun. This kind of drunken folk-style bar is as rare as an antique.

So what if the sound quality is poor? As long as you have good technique, you can still play well.

After half a minute, the fire was turned on again.

"She is quite capable. She uses her money to speculate in stocks. The bull market has increased tenfold in one year. She says she is the female version of Buffett."

"Then what?" Rong Shasha asked curiously.

In the past, she had never heard of stories about stock trading that ended well.

"Then the bear market came and she lost everything. She started blaming me. It was all my fault. She said it was all because of me. I played the piano in her ears every day, which made her upset and missed the best opportunity to sell. To Divorce me."

Rong Shasha: "..."

She had to change the subject, "Where's your guitar?"

"I didn't take it. I came here to drink today."

……

In the Magic City Salt Industry Base, Mai Zishan ate two grilled lamb chops, which was like kicking away the memory of a food desert.

Ji Zhonghe is here today and he is very happy.

From the beginning, he liked Wendi Ying and Chang Jiayang.

I spare no effort to recommend Mai Zishan, and I finally saw the results today.

He wore his peaked cap at an angle and looked shady.

"Director Xu, tell me, which episode are these two guys in?" Xu Hao glanced at him, "The fifth episode will have to wait until next week."

"Oh, that's how it is."

"Do you make money from this documentary? How much can you earn by then?" Ji Zhonghe asked again.

Mai Zishan understood clearly from the sidelines that Ji Zhonghe was destined to drive the Maybach in his life.

"Earn it. The number of views now is tens of millions, and you can earn hundreds of thousands per episode." Xu Hao said.

"Ten million, you can earn ten million per episode! That's great, that's great." Ji Zhonghe gave a thumbs up.

Xu Hao: "???"

How did this old man hear this?

Then, Ji Zhonghe turned to Wendi Ying and Chang Jiayang and said, "Ten million is really a lot. You two will have a better life in the future!"

No one corrected Ji Zhonghe, just letting him immerse himself in joy.

In fact, it is possible to earn 10 million from documentaries, but the key lies in copyright.

As long as the number of views is high enough, the copyright will increase in value, and TV stations and video websites will pay for it.

You have to buy it every time it is broadcast. This is a long-term process. You cannot earn this amount within a few years.

Mai Zishan is more concerned about the material for the next episode and the new songs.

In addition, there is also the movie "Partners", which is expected to be released in half a month.

Mai Zishan couldn't wait any longer, and Chen Kexin asked that the song match the movie's premiere, which resulted in some songs not being sung.

You can only rely on the system customization function to play one song after another.

After Xu Hao had eaten and drank enough, he looked at Mai Zishan and said, "My team has found a good source of material, so it's not like we raised them in vain."

Mai Zishan said quickly: "I also have material here. Rong Shasha introduced it to her uncle's bar."

Xu Hao couldn't help but pat his thigh, "Okay! The more material, the better!"

"But please listen to me first." Xu Hao said after taking a bite of mutton.

"It's a girl. I looked back at what we've filmed, and it seems like we haven't filmed a girl yet."

"She used to be a psychological counselor and studied abroad until she got a master's degree. But she quit and now works as a cashier in a supermarket. Do you think it's interesting?"

Mai Zishan hasn't spoken yet.

Ji Zhonghe was furious, "Are you sick? Are you sick? Aren't psychological counselors treating others? Then you are sick yourself."

"How much money do psychological counselors make? You are already making money. Why don't you give up this kind of job and become a cashier? Are you sick?"

Ji Zhonghe seemed to have heard the most incredible thing in the world.

Mai Zishan rubbed his face and let Ji Zhonghe finish his shout.

Then Xu Hao continued.

"I have listened to the recording of the team interview. The general idea is that she feels that her career is meaningless. In fact, no one can help her. What she has learned is useless, not at all."

"She feels like she can't be cured by anyone, not even relieved. A person with the pain of the first half of her life comes here and hopes that she can heal."

"The only thing she can do is help lick the wounds, but what happens after that?"

"Then there will be a steady stream of wounds in life, because it's not something wrong with them, it's something wrong with their lives."

"As time went by, she felt it was meaningless, and she almost became depressed, so she ran to work as a cashier."

After Xu Hao finished speaking, he looked at Mai Zishan.

"I think this material is good, but I don't know if you have a suitable song?"

Mai Zishan said nothing after listening, and everyone present fell into silence.

Xu Hao continued: "If possible, this theme will be useful. Plus what you said about Rong Shasha's introduction, we can set off on a different day."

"The point is, do you have a suitable song?" he asked again.

The oil dripped on the charcoal fire and made a sizzling sound.

……

Zhao Yuanwen was sleeping. He drank a few bottles at the bar and came back feeling dizzy.

I don’t know if it’s a dream, but I can always hear the banging sound.

It felt like someone was shooting at me.

But he kept hiding, but he couldn't be beaten to death anyway.

Then a clever man woke up.

There was a knock on the door.

He hurriedly walked to the door. It was already twelve o'clock, who?
But the knock on the door was familiar to him.

Opening the door, it was his daughter.

"Why are you back?"

Zhenzhen was out of breath, as if he was tired from knocking on the door for a long time.

"Aren't your piano strings rusty? When I was outside, I saw a piano store. I sneaked in and bought you a set with my pocket money. She discovered me when I came out."

"She just kept blaming me, and kept blaming me."

When Zhenzhen was talking, tears were almost coming down.

"It's useless to say that father and daughter are useless together."

After saying this, tears completely fell down.

Zhao Yuanwen held her tightly in his arms.

"Dad, you play the piano very well, why do you say you have no future?"

"You want to blame me too."

Zhenzhen couldn't help but cry softly. At this time, she took out a hand, holding a set of strings in her hand.

Sparkling in the night.

(End of this chapter)