Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 196 My name is Chu Liuxiang

"I think my idea is pretty good, what do you think?"

The young man shook his head, "I don't know."

"This is a new business opportunity. No one is setting up a stall to sell food in the detention center. Everyone is looking at schools, hospitals, and snack streets, but they don't think about it. The detention center is the only place where egg-filled pancakes can sell for 20 yuan. The place."

"I'm not going to lie to you, if there is a stall now, I will definitely buy it for twenty yuan a piece. I am so greedy."

"I don't have much capital right now, not much, just one thousand yuan is enough."

"It's not troublesome to fill the cake with eggs. You can buy ready-made cake crust online, just pop an egg into it and you're done."

"You must have this amount of money for the New Year. I can make it several times for you. When the time comes, you can buy yourself the latest mobile phone. You think that's great, right?"

The young man continued to shake his head and looked at the door of the detention center, hoping that Chai Qing would come out quickly.

Or the police might come out and take this guy back.

"A star is indeed a star, look at the attention."

"Back." Fatty greeted.

Then he stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up: "Okay, very energetic."

Master Sanhe specially emphasized this point, as if he was afraid that others would think he was outstanding.

The boy suddenly felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Who is waiting for him to come out? I won't wait for him to come out. The longer he stays, the better."

"What are you doing at the door of the detention center?" Wanjie asked. "Is it possible to wait for your father to come out?"

There were still the same people in Mai Zishan's dormitory.

The carefree person in front of me actually felt a sense of intimacy.

Mai Zishan went to the upper bunk, which was like a train sleeper and spent most of the time in bed.

After Sanhe failed in his attempt to recruit the boy as an angel investor, he chose to ask him his name.

"Let's go." Wan Bi patted his shoulder.

Wanjie was stunned for a moment.

"Hey, wait."

But I can only be in a daze, without a mobile phone.

He calculated it in his mind and realized that today was Mai Zishan's day to go out.

His colleague sighed with emotion.

He put his coat on his back, put his other hand in his pocket and walked forward freely.

"I'm going out soon. Let's go to the salt industry and have a good sing."

Wanjie thought for a while, a teenager should have a thousand or eight hundred dollars in his pocket, right?
Anyway, he doesn’t have it. He hasn’t had more than 1,800 yuan for I don’t know how many years.

"My name is Chu Liuxiang."

……

"Ok?"

"Oh."

"Ah."

“It’s not a festival of excellence, it’s a festival of festivals.”

……

Maybe it's because of the inexplicable intimacy.

You can be released after five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Oh." The boy said simply.

"By the way, you haven't told me your name yet."

"That's nonsense, then my name is Changshan Zhao Zilong." Wan Jie scolded with a smile.

Although I don't know what Xu Hao is thinking, he doesn't have any material at the moment. It is estimated that even if he goes out, he will have to wait for another week.

"What's your name? My name is Wanjie."

Fat people often sleep on their stomachs, as if they would be hungry if they slept upright.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, as if summer has arrived, and the temperature is being pulled repeatedly. This pull is even more restless than midsummer.

Fatty always felt that he had something to do with the police, and his attitude was extremely flattering.

In other words, let's forget it. Why work so hard to sell egg-filled cakes? It sounds very tiring, so let's forget it.

Chen Rui didn't know why he suddenly wanted to make a joke. He was clearly not in the mood.

The young man glanced at Sanhe Master and thought what a strange name it was. It was obviously two very simple words, but when put together they looked strange.

The days passed day by day.

Chu Li got off work at noon and hung his police uniform on a public hanger in the station. As soon as he walked out of the detention center, he saw many people blocking the door.

Chu Li looked at the people at the door. Many reporters had already set up cameras, making this detention center on the edge of the city look like a movie shooting location.

It seems that the current plot is that the protagonist comes out of the situation and is about to embark on a hearty revenge.

The world is paying attention, admiring, and looking forward to it.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what Mai Zishan said that day.

"Please bring Xu Hao some food."

……

"It's five o'clock, why aren't you out yet?"

"Who knows? Otherwise, you can ask the police."

"Why don't you ask?"

Reporters gathered around chattering. They came from various media outlets just for this one thing.

Mai Zishan’s fans gathered in another circle.

As expected, there were no female fans. There were a few at first, but maybe they felt they were too rare, so they left again.

Now all the men are here waiting for Mai Zishan to come out.

Most of them are between 20 and 40 years old. They have never chased celebrities before. When they saw a rare singer like Mai Zishan, they immediately became fans. After waiting at the door of the detention center for a long time, most people were thinking about one question.

People who follow celebrities usually pick them up at the airport, follow them for photos, and ask for autographs and photos.

Why is it that when it's my turn to chase stars, I end up waiting at the door of the detention center for someone to come out?

This way of chasing stars is a little different.

At six o'clock, there was a sound of iron locks being opened and clicked in the detention center, which cheered everyone up.

Mai Zishan walked out and breathed the free air.

Xu Hao was a step slower. He finally got his go Pro back, which he wore like a treasure around his neck.

"Come out, come out!"

The reporters first rose up and surrounded Mai Zishan.

"What do you think?"

"How is life inside?"

"Do you regret your original actions?"

"Will you give an explanation for the cause and effect of the incident? A reasonable explanation?"

"Will there be an apology?"

The reporters’ questions seemed to elicit an answer of “reform.”

In their view, it is a stain for a public figure to enter a detention center. No matter what, Mai Zishan has to pretend to say: I was wrong, I was impulsive, and everyone should take a warning.

This is a basic public relations attitude.

As a public figure, you can't just come out of detention and act like it doesn't matter, I'll do it again next time, right?
Faced with these problems, Mai Zishan was speechless for a moment.

Co-author, you want me to admit my mistake?

What am I doing wrong? You reporters are a bit funny.

Turning around to look at Xu Hao, as expected, he had already taken the photo...

Mai Zishan took a deep breath and said hello to the fans, who responded collectively with excitement.

Fans also dislike reporters' questions.

People who work in the media industry always want to control what others say.

Mai Zishan cleared his throat and prepared to speak.

Someone shouted from the corner: "Are you getting fat? How come you've been in there for a few days and you're still getting fat?"

"..."

Mai Zishan said quickly: "It's quite comfortable inside. You don't have to do anything or worry about anything. I think it's pretty good."

Reporters: "???"

"You don't regret it?"

"What do I regret?"

"You won't apologize?"

"Who do I apologize to?"

"..."

A bit arrogant.

You shouldn't cry bitterly and talk about how much you regret it. You shouldn't have been impulsive at the time. You will definitely start a new life in the future, reform yourself, and bring you more and better works.

Play your cards according to the routine, if you talk so well at this moment, the agency will lose its legs.

"Director Xu, what do you think?"

In full view of everyone, Mai Zishan threw the topic to Xu Hao.

Xu Hao shrugged, "Stop talking, if that guy Sanhe Master is still here, I won't be able to squat enough."

The reporters were petrified on the spot.

The fans cheered completely.

They think it's right, and they are worthy of being my star.

Even after I was released from detention, I am still so tough!

It suits my taste, but it’s not like those stars chased by those young fairies. One or two of them are neither male nor female, and even a Category 8 typhoon can’t mess up their hair and facial expressions.

"When will the next episode be filmed?" someone asked.

"Next episode." Mai Zishan repeated this sentence with a little emotion.

He turned to look at Xu Hao and found that he also had a confused look on his face.

It feels like there is a lot to shoot, but the material in my pocket is clean.

Both men were lost in thought, and fans followed them.

Journalists packed up their belongings with displeasure on their faces, feeling like they had been met with a professional challenge.

For the first time, no one took reporters seriously...

Mai Zishan touched his pocket and found a folded sheet of music in it.

"Can good things happen to me?"

The fans were following behind him, and he knew what the fans were waiting for.

Xu Hao felt hunger spreading to his limbs.

At this moment, a vendor pushing a tricycle with four large characters scrawled on a red banner above his head and filling egg cakes with eggs passed by.

It seemed that he paused deliberately in front of him.

This made his eyes light up.

Then the vendor turned on the special vendor speaker.

A thin voice came out, "Egg-filled cakes, twenty yuan a piece, twenty yuan a piece."

(End of this chapter)