Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 173 Special Rhythm
In front of you is an A4 paper.

Mai Zishan sat at the table, drawing one staff after another with the pen in his hand.

Next to the other hand is a brand new set of strings.

After waiting for about half an hour, the A4 paper was filled with staffs and musical notes.

Mai Zishan rubbed his sore wrist and turned to look at the wall, where his guitar hung quietly.

sigma’s logo shines brightly.

Take it off, remove the piano posts one by one, then loosen the strength of the headstock and remove the strings one by one.

The process was quiet and delicate, and the breeze that came from nowhere in the room blew the newly written score to the ground.

There was music in his head.

……

He turned around and saw Zhenzhen still installing the strings with a grin on his face, and smiled comfortably.

Now these two people must have been signed by Era, and they will definitely be two cash cows in the future.

Even though he doesn't like this art genre.

Zhao Yuanwen laughed, "It's not enough. Try harder, otherwise the strings will pop out when you play the piano."

"This is a six-string, let's change the six-string first."

It's refreshing to hear.

The aroma of rice wafts out of the rice cooker, and steam escapes from the valve, making a rumbling sound.

"Yes, first take off the piano pillars, then there is a circle on the strings, and place the circle under the piano pillars." Zhao Yuanwen guided carefully.

It was quite lively, and Yu Xianchao felt happy and regretful at the same time.

He still remembered their names, one was called Ying Wendi and the other was Chang Jiayang.

After reading it, Yu Xianchao sat on his office chair and thought for a while.

Zhao Yuanwen and Zhenzhen, one big and one small, were lying in front of the guitar.

Yu Xianchao's IQ couldn't understand someone of Li Ji's level.

I happened to see the security guard carrying Li away quickly downstairs.

I really followed his instructions and completed it step by step, but got stuck at the installation step.

People who don't recognize themselves clearly are punished, which is fun.

[Looking at him getting up from the building, the building collapsed in a blink of an eye. 】

However, he hoped that Li Ji could be in peace and contentment. If he listened to him, there would be many opportunities to make money in the future.

He really bared his teeth and put his entire body weight on it.

Stand up, stretch, look out the floor-to-ceiling windows of your office, and enjoy the scenery.

She is too weak.

Just like music, there is pop, electronic music, jazz and classical music, why do we need rock?
After that, are they still going to be combined?
But questioning is not his nature.

[Li Ji himself cried and complained that he didn’t have that much money at all and was cheated by the company]

"Yes, be careful when replacing this one. It can break easily. This one is called a first string."

[Informed person: Li Ji is not an original singer and does not have any copyrights. Commercial performances and live broadcasts are not permitted by the company]

Take out the newly bought chicken wings, put a little oil in the pan, fry the chicken wings again until both sides are golden brown, add cola, and it will bubble immediately.

"I knew I would have chosen the other two, alas." Feeling regretful, he sighed again.

"This string is so thin."

"What about the biggest string?"

There are movies, TV series, and dramas in this world, so why do we need documentaries?

one night in Beijing.

……

"Leave it to you, I'll go cook." Zhao Yuanwen stood up.

[Li Ji may face tens of millions of dollars in compensation, and the drama of artists and management companies turning against each other is happening again]

Why not choose the way that is good for you, good for me, and good for everyone?

no idea.

Turn on your mobile phone and look for any news media. They are all reporting on this matter.

Yu Xianchao is watching the latest episode of the documentary.

But there were many security guards, and three or five of them locked up his arms and legs and threw him out of Baichun.

This guy has been coming to Baichun every day recently, crying so hard that he almost knelt down when he saw Yu Xianchao.

Li Ji was like a dead dog or a mad dog, sometimes depressed and sometimes barking.

In the past two years, the upward trend towards the era has been too strong.

With Mai Zishan as the backbone, there is a vague feeling that it will become the number one company.

Yu Xianchao's thoughts were flying in his head, and when he looked down, he saw that Li Ji had been dragged to nowhere by the security guards.

If he dares to come again, call the police directly and send Li Ji, ah no, Xiang Chi in.

... Mai Zishan took the written score, put his guitar on his back, and headed to the parking lot of the Era.

Xu Hao and his team are ready to go.

Also going there were Chen Kun and Yang Di.

The salt industry has Chang Jiayang and Ying Wendi, and Chen Kun can finally rest for a while.

Yang Di has just finished filming other artists' MVs and wants to learn audio-visual language from Xu Hao.

After watching the documentary, he realized that he was a director with a wild background, and he was incomparable with Xu Hao. For the same shot content, Xu Hao had a reasonable composition, clear layers, and clear priorities.

What he shoots is a hodgepodge, so he can be a director in the MV industry.

Not to mention the use of various colors and montage, it really can’t be compared.

It was a shame to him. After many years of working in the industry, it was the first time that he realized the gap between himself and the top class.

So in the name of studying, I also embarked on this trip, traveling with public funds.

Everyone's plan is to go to Uncle Rong Shasha's bar first.

Then go to the psychological counselor Xu Hao's team is looking for.

They are all on their way.

Maizi Shancai hurriedly sent a message to Rong Shasha.

"We're leaving and we'll arrive this afternoon."

Rong Shasha is packing her luggage at this time. Her vacation is coming to an end and she will return to her life as a singer soon.

Two days ago, her teacher Zhang Tianhai said that Mai Zishan might come to her.

Photograph her uncle's bar.

As a result, there has been no reply for several days.

She was ready to return to the star life when the news about Mai Zishan came.

I was really speechless. It was like this the last time I gave her a song. It took more than 20 days to sing a song as I wanted. Wan Bailian was so angry that she scolded her every day and ignored her after saying that she would help him finish the music festival.

Now she finally discovered that it was either because Maizi was busy or he was the kind of person whose thoughts were wandering around.

You won't always remember one thing.

The latter is more likely.

I can only extend my vacation again, pack half of my luggage and put it back in its original place.

All the way to her uncle's bar, ready for a group of people to arrive.

Today is Saturday. Zhao Yuanwen is a compliance employee of a foreign trade company and has a leisurely weekend.

He had already brought Zhenzhen to the bar.

The lighting in the bar is designed to be very dim, creating a blurry atmosphere and a sense of isolation from the world.

The background of the singing platform is exposed red bricks and cracked cement, deliberately showing the traces of time.

A stand-up microphone connected to the speaker.

Zhao Yuanwen held the guitar and sat sideways on the chair.

He is good at English ballads and his spoken English is very fluent, which makes him very comfortable in foreign trade companies.

But at first he didn’t learn English for exams, but to sing.

The patrons at the bar waited quietly for him to speak.

Zhenzhen originally had two balls on her head, but today they turned into a ponytail. She was jumping up and down, looking at her father with admiration in the audience.

Rong Shasha has never seen Zhao Yuanwen sing since her vacation.

Always a perfect miss.

She has always been curious about Zhao Yuanwen's level. Now that Mai Zishan is coming soon, it will not be good if she is disappointed with Zhao Yuanwen's level.

Zhao Yuanwen played the prelude quietly.

The fine particles in the air are occasionally clearly visible under the ceiling light.

He was like a bard, and the sound of his guitar was so mesmerizing that it filled the whole bar.

The guests are all regular customers, and this is not the first time they have been waiting like this, but they all nodded slightly to the sound of the guitar.

The prelude was over, and Zhao Yuanwen closed his eyes.

"If you miss the train I'm on
If you missed my train

You will know that I am gone
You should understand that I have left
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle coming from a hundred miles away
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
One hundred miles, one hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles
One hundred miles, one hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle coming from a hundred miles away. "

Zhao Yuanwen's enviable black hair, which a middle-aged man should not have, although messy, is just right.

The red brick wall behind it seems to bring people back to the last century when this song existed.

The air seemed to have a special rhythm, and the dust was beating with the heartbeat.

Rong Shasha watched this scene quietly, and she just wanted to take a longer vacation.

(End of this chapter)