Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 197 How is the King of Heaven made?

"Twenty dollars a piece?"

Are you a gold cake or a silver cake?
This was Xu Hao's first thought, but his stomach quickly protested.

Belly: "What's wrong with twenty dollars? Don't you think about how many days I've been hungry?"

Without any time to think, Xu Hao strode forward and said, "Here are two."

"Okay." The stall owner lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Then he took out two semi-finished pancakes, tore them open in front of everyone, put them on the iron plate, and started frying.

"Add more eggs and two more sausages." Xu Hao continued.

At this time, he met the stall owner's eyes.

"Good guy, it's you." Xu Hao was surprised and happy.

"Whoo~"

There seems to be some broken eggshells.

"Okay, I'll eat..."

"Why did you do this?"

Xu Hao: "..."

The crowd of fans automatically gave way.

Mai Zishan's fans were surrounding Mai Zishan, and no one noticed that Xu Hao's eyes started to shine.

"No, no, my hands are raw. I'm actually very good at it." Wan Jie was sweating as he packed up a bunch of yellow and white things and stuffed them into the cake.

"The second one is good." Wanjie shouted from behind. At this moment, many people were standing in front of his cart.

"Earn money, I'm too poor."

While Wanjie was talking, he took out an egg with a thin chicken feather on it.

"Be careful what you do next."

Mai Zishan was enjoying taking photos with fans, and when he heard these words, he almost lost his balance.

He blew the chicken feathers away in one breath and landed on the pancake.

The second piece of cake was just okay. Xu Hao had been hungry for seven days and was really not picky about food, so he wolfed it down quickly.

"How dare you sell it for twenty?"

"Here you go, eat it well, eat it now." Xu Haorong couldn't explain, just stuffed it into his hand, and then looked at him on the spot.

At this time, the sound of a car engine shutting down came from the roadside, followed by the click of high heels.

"Forty yuan, scan the QR code." Wanjie started to ask for the bill.

But he had no choice but to pretend that it tasted delicious, opened the plastic bag, filled the cake with an egg that could be described as empty, and took a big bite.

Mai Zishan had a hunch that Xu Hao was scheming.

"……Delicious."

You've gained weight in seven days, do you think I'm blind?
Mai Zishan was very full now. Before he left, several police officers took turns to see him off. He had eaten everything from running on the ground to swimming in the sea.

Xu Hao rolled his eyes at him.

Then he picked up two pieces of ham sausage and a piece of lettuce that was a little wilted, and brought them to Xu Hao with both hands.

Fans of Mai Zishan around started teasing, "Are you a plainclothes guy?"

Wanjie smiled in front of everyone, with a mysterious look on his face: "You don't understand business secrets."

"As long as it's delicious." Xu Hao felt relieved when he heard the sound of the eggshell being chewed.

To punish him for eating alone.

"Here you go, you've been hungry for seven days, so I'll feed you first."

Xu Hao took it, also with both hands.

"How dare you? Will anyone buy it?"

Sanhe Master Wanjie said with a playful smile: "We are really destined."

It seemed like he had bitten the eggshell.

Mai Zishan knew that this was Sister Lin coming.

"necessary."

On the other side, Mai Zishan felt dizzy after finishing a piece of cake.

Everyone was talking about it.

Xu Hao filled the cake with the hot eggs in his hand, pushed aside the crowd, and walked up to Mai Zishan.

Then he quickly pinched the chicken feathers away with his fingers, and the egg slipped from his palm and fell onto the iron plate. When the egg liquid came out and encountered the high temperature of the iron plate, it quickly turned into white and yellow matter.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come out after six o’clock.

"Hello everyone, are you here to support Mai Zishan?"

"Hahaha, chasing celebrities to the detention center, don't we have a unique style?"

Lin Xinyue's two words made everyone laugh.

The sound of high heels came to him step by step, and the small gravel on the ground automatically gave way.

Mai Zishan straightened up while holding his belly, and saw Lin Xinyue, the professional strong woman as always.

"Let's go, this matter is finally over. Go back and prepare new songs and documentaries."

"Hey, have you gained weight?"

Mai Zishan waved his hand and quickly argued: "No, no, I am swollen from hunger."

"...Hurry back and recuperate. Where is Director Xu?"

After she finished speaking, everyone pointed out the direction to her. Xu Hao was talking in front of a small vendor.

Come closer and listen.

Xu Hao: "What you cook is more delicious and professional, wouldn't it make more money?"

Wanjie: "You don't understand at all. My target is just people who have just come out of the detention center. Ten people buy it a day, which is 200 yuan, and the cost is almost zero."

"In just a few days, I have already recovered my capital, and the next step is pure profit."

"Do I need to make it delicious? As long as there is no shit in it, people who just came out will buy it, so why should I?"

Xu Hao: "...but the food you make tastes better and more people buy it."

Wanjie: "A maximum of ten people come out of the detention center a day. How many do you think there can be?"

Xu Hao: "But your food is delicious. Not only people from the detention center, but also people passing by have become your customers."

Wanjie blinked, "Then I am no longer a professional seller of egg-filled pancakes?"

"Isn't that just... work??"

Everyone: "..."

I'm really speechless... Lin Xinyue rubbed her forehead before she regained her clarity of mind, "Director Xu, let's go back to the Magic City first."

"No hurry, no rush." ​​Xu Hao still wanted to argue.

"Then you change to a bigger detention center. Or you go to the prison gate. Can't you get fifty yuan for a piece of cake?"

Wanjie waved his hand, with an amateurish expression on his face when he saw you, "The bigger detention centers are all in the city, and they have everything. Who would buy my cake after their brains were kicked by a donkey?"

Xu Hao felt that in just a few words of conversation, he was secretly scolded several times by this bastard.

"As for the prison, it's even worse. Those who come out of the prison are greeted by their family members, and they come by car and bring them food."

"Only small detention centers outside the city are suitable, but the income is very low, 200 a day, no more, no less. But it's pretty good, I basically don't have to do anything."

After Wanjie finished speaking, with a leisurely look on his face, he took out a small vest from under the tricycle and sat on it very leisurely.

Xu Hao's face showed a learned expression, and he kept nodding in admiration.

"Director Xu, let's go!" Lin Xinyue became anxious. She was worried that Xu Hao had lost his brain.

How will you shoot documentaries from now on?
……

The reporters left the detention center early, took various means of transportation, returned to their workstations in big cities, and started writing articles.

The characteristic of the media industry is that it wants to control other people’s opinions, ideas, and practices.

Therefore, Mai Zishan did not follow the script, which made the media unhappy.

The reporters sat in the newsroom and discussed, preparing to criticize Mai Zishan's moral character.

Art and virtue are like a basket, everything can be put into it.

The media often do this trick. When they evaluate a public figure, as long as they use the words "art" and "morality", there will be no one who refuses to accept weakness.

In fact, there is no such thing as artistry in the entire entertainment industry. Everyone is a black crow. There is only a difference between matte black and gloss black.

But in the eyes of the public, with a little polish, it becomes a white lotus.

And who will polish it is the media.

They wrote articles and reports detailing how arrogant, domineering and arrogant Mai Zishan was after he came out of the bureau.

When I was about to publish it together with other media, I was suddenly held down by a big invisible hand.

"Partners" is about to be released, and the largest financier behind it is Enlight Pictures.

The company is a big asset in the film and television industry, and it is reasonable to say that it will not pay attention to the media in the singing industry, but who made these reporters put their hands into their own bowl.

The movie is about to be released and you are now bashing the singer of the theme song.

If it affects my box office, you can see how I can cut it into several pieces for you.

The Rays immediately took advantage of their capital connections to warn several common media outlets.

Such as Tinghai, such as Chaoxing Podcast.

Guangguang alone has a market value of hundreds of billions. With just a few hits, the media was suppressed until they vomited blood.

One or two of them suddenly became weak.

Baichun's own media, infinitely young, was also held down by these invisible hands, unable to move.

Xing Wei originally planned to use this opportunity to give Mai Zishan a black eye, but he was put under pressure by the light.

"I really don't want to have any trouble with Guangguang. After all, Baichun also has a movie business."

Xing Wei paced back and forth in his office.

Yu Xianchao sat on the sofa, "I didn't think it was necessary from the beginning. Didn't you see the live video?"

"The more rampant Mai Zishan is, the more his fans will like him. They are obviously fans who have been washed away. It is useless if you try to bring bad luck to him."

Xing Wei scratched his head, "When did he wash off his fans?"

"I feel like every song and every episode of his documentary is trying to win over fans."

Wash out the most rock and roll of the group.

"There is still such a large base of fans after cleaning, so there is something." Xing Wei shook his head.

The more beautiful the fans are, the greater the commercial value will be, but at the same time the ceiling will inevitably be lower.

It's a dangerous balance and an art.

Fan loyalty and the number of fans are inseparable. Washing fans will increase loyalty and reduce the base.

Diversified development of artists will increase the number of fans, but it will reduce fan loyalty.

In the music, or in other words, the entire entertainment market, if anyone has both loyalty and quantity.

Then he is the king of heaven and an era.

This is the only way for the King of Heaven to pass.

He is a figure admired by younger generations.

"We'll wait for the movie to be released first, which will only take two weeks. Then we won't care about the light."

"Then, we can try to play the card of artistic virtue." Yu Xianchao said.

"Okay, that's it."

……

"I earned two hundred and four today, half of it for you and half for me."

Wanjie took out a few bills and handed them to Chen Rui.

"You were right to believe me at the time. I told you it was a business opportunity." He looked proud.

Chen Rui had no expression on his face and just nodded, holding a few banknotes in his hand and squeezing them tightly.

"You look like you are stinking every day. Let me tell you something interesting."

"My roommate there is actually a young director. He said he wanted to film me. Do you think it would be interesting?"

"It is said that this director went to the detention center with another singer. The singer is in the dormitory next to me. His name is Mai Zishan."

Chen Rui's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Wheat is good?"

"The director, is his name Xu Hao?"

Wanjie looked at him in surprise, "How do you know?"

Chen Rui said nothing, stood up and put his schoolbag on his back, "I'm going home."

"Go home? Are you sure? Your brother took away the money I gave you yesterday. You have to hide it today."

"I'll pay attention."

"Don't go back, I'll take you to the Internet cafe for the night."

"No, I still have homework." Chen Rui shook his head and walked out of Wanjie's simple rental house.

With a thin figure and a big schoolbag, Wanjie looked at his leaving back and curled his lips.

(End of this chapter)