Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 3 Rolling Fiery Fireworks

Scattered applause broke out in the barbecue restaurant.

These applause made Mai Zishan realize that he might have been too obsessed and the sound was too loud just now.

His head was in a daze now, and a piece of barbecue was already black, and the burnt smell made his eyes sore.

The so-called system sound continues to sound.

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【Current prestige; 11】

There was a song called Hua Huo in Mai Zishan's mind.

A song I've never heard before.

All the words, all the melodies, chords, and beats seemed to be imprinted in his mind.

This is an extremely passionate rock song with a bit of pop style.

Mai Zishan hummed in his mind and couldn't help but be moved by the melody of this song.

And prestige value?
11?

Could it be that the person who just applauded me brought the achievement?
Mai Zishan felt a little suffocated for a moment.

Is this a system?

He hasn't read many novels, but he knows that such a thing as a system exists.

Has he awakened the system of the Godfather of Rock?
Rock music?
This is an extremely niche genre. In his impression, only the Beatles are more famous for rock music.

But in the second year after the Beatles were formed, just after releasing a few albums, the lead singer was abducted by a Liuli Island woman, causing the team to disband. From then on, there was no latecomer to take over the banner of rock music.

In the country he lives in, no one pays attention to this small genre. Everyone likes pop music and songs that can quickly immerse people. A little intro will be considered a slow tempo, and the audience will disperse immediately.

This was also the reason why there was no disturbance at all when he woke up from the dream.

"Hey, hey, did you make yourself confused?" Yu Jing waved to him.

"Ah, no, I just haven't sung for a long time, so I feel a little emotional."

Yu Jing said with some sadness: "The current music market has spoiled the audience. If you don't sing the rhythm of the first line, no one will listen to the second line, so it will be difficult for your song to get ahead."

“However, Rolling Mao seems to be going to war on the short video market recently.”

"Huh? Get out of here, cat?"

Rolling Mao is the largest record distribution company today. Over the years, it has been steadily defeated by short video-style music, and its sales are not as good as before.

Many short video platforms, such as Douyin, Kushou, and cidicidi, currently rely on their short and fast experience to obtain most of their traffic.

Yu Jing nodded.

"I'm going to resign anyway. What are your plans in the future? The boss of this company is a stupid pig. He definitely wants to force you out. In fact, this company would never be able to reach this point without you."

Mai Zishan patted his head uncomfortably: "I don't know. Where should I go if I resign?"

Yu Jing tilted her head and looked at him. Her long eyelashes were like hooks, forcing Mai Zishan's gaze away.

The two looked at each other.

…………

Mai Zishan returned home and took a quick shower.

Rummaging around in his small rental house.

He took out his guitar, which he had not touched for a long time.

After brushing off the dust, the sigma logo appeared.

This was his guitar that accompanied him throughout his youth.

Give him peace for countless days and nights.

But after the failure when he woke up, he became discouraged and the guitar was hidden.

Sigma's guitars are different from other brands. This brand's guitars are like iron pots. They get better and better the more you use them.

But the strings of the guitar in front of me were already rusty.

Mai Zishan rummaged through the boxes again.

Finally found a set of Uricks strings.

He carefully opened the piano posts and replaced them with new strings.

The night outside is quiet and the moon is high.

Mai Zishan sat by the bed. Since there was no tuner, he could only use his ears to feel it bit by bit, and finally adjusted the pitch in place.

He put the guitar on his right leg with some trembling, held it with his left hand, and strummed it down with his right hand.

The crisp sound of the guitar filled the room and echoed for a long time.

"Who's up so late at night?"

The aunt's voice of dissatisfaction came from next door.

Mai Zishan had no choice but to put away his guitar.

The rental house is like this, the sound insulation is very poor.

The house he bought is on the outskirts of the city. If he lived there, his daily commute would be three to four hours.

But at this moment, Mai Zishan didn't want to stop, he wanted to continue.

He put the guitar into his backpack and slung it on his back.

I went downstairs and found a shared bicycle, and headed all the way towards the Civic Center Square.

Civic Center Square is the center of the city's nightlife, a city that never sleeps.

At the same time, there will also be many short video creators drawing materials there.

Mai Zishan's company discovered many new singers in that square, and then fed them shitty songs synthesized by big data, erasing their dreams and turning them into standard music businessmen.

This is a very standard process.

Mai Zishan played a huge role in this.

He ruined the musical dreams of countless people, just as his dreams were ruined in the first place.

Mai Zishan rode his bicycle quickly and hurriedly parked the vehicle at a parking spot. Carrying the guitar on his back, he walked towards the center of the square.

The city that never sleeps is indeed the city that never sleeps.

Young people are most energetic at night.

Men and women keep company with each other.

Colorful flowers filled the entire square.

There are several huge lights in the square.

It illuminates the entire square as if it were daytime.

There are many people who want to become famous and perform very hard in the square.

Of course, the most popular ones are always based on their looks.

With her charming figure and beautiful face, she was walking like a model without anyone noticing. The photographer stepped back and also used model steps to move the camera.

After a while of posing, her shoulders were accidentally exposed.

At this time, it’s time for the big brother to brush up a small rocket.

A square, at night, seems to gather countless GDPs, with numbers beating in it.

Several open-air bars are located in various corners of the square.

They have special microphones for singing.

It’s free to use, which makes it easier for them to attract customers.

"Yo yo, Brother Mai is here."

The person who spoke was Huang Lu, who was very familiar with him and often helped him keep an eye on whether there were good original songs in the square.

"Why are you carrying a guitar today?" Huang Lu was holding a bottle of beer in his hand. He was the operator of one of the open-air bars.

"I'll lend you your microphone."

"What? Do you want to sing?"

Mai Zishan nodded.

Huang Lu was a little panicked: "Brother, stop singing. Many people want to beat you. Your company took the copyright of their original songs for only 200 yuan. It's really ugly."

"..." Mai Zishan was speechless. The company was indeed very shameless.

"Really, if you come to a drinking place, don't show your face. Many people will recognize you, including Mr. Mai from Hearing China and the soulless music businessman. They all call you that."

"..."

Mai Zishan didn't expect that he still had a nickname, but now he urgently wanted to sing Hanabi, and the melody of Hanabi couldn't get out of his mind.

Huang Lu had no choice but to set up the bar's microphone for him, hoping that there wouldn't be a fight later. Many original singers who had been tricked by Hearing China often came to this square.

Mai Zishan took out his guitar, took a deep breath, and walked to the microphone.

Suddenly, countless eyes looked towards him.

There was singing that was going to undoubtedly brighten their evening.

Mai Zishan closed his eyes and his fingers trembled slightly. He hadn't sang like this in front of everyone for a long time.

Before coming, he had already improved Hanabi's chords, replacing all the big horizontal keys with small horizontal keys. More suitable for his now unskilled hands.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear something.

"That's him! A soulless music businessman, how come he's here? He still dares to sing!"

"Yes, that's him! Damn it, his company defrauded me of my copyright for 200 yuan."

Hearing these words coming from all directions, Mai Zishan suddenly calmed down.

He waved the first chord gently.

Hanabi's song requires percussion to accompany it. There is no drummer around him, so he can only use the tapping skills of the guitar instead.

"It's a show with no end

with all the absurdity and madness
full of sadness like a child
Sleeping quietly on the earth”

After the first verse, everyone's interest began to wane.

This song is a little underwhelming.

Huang Lu was currently blocking the people who were about to rush forward to beat Mai Zishan.

"Boss Huang, don't stop me! Don't stop me!" Chen Kun shouted.

"Two hundred yuan! You lied to me! You promised 20,000 yuan at the beginning! But later I found out that the contract said 20,000 yuan if the song became popular! If it doesn't, it's only 200 yuan! And now I'm actually infringing the copyright when I sing my own song , because the contract includes all performance rights!"

"This is bullying because I don't know the law!"

There are several people behind Chen Kun.

Huang Lu saw that he was about to be unable to stop him.

Sudden.

The chord style of the guitar has changed drastically.

The dullness just now was completely overshadowed by a shocking passion.

Mai Zishan stood in front of the microphone, and his passionate voice swept the audience.

"I'm a little tired now!

As tired as a wild flower broken by the wind!

So I started to change.

Become like a rolling blazing firework!

Looking at the laughing and proud crowd in front of me

There are turbulent waves in my heart

Dancing wildly through the wilderness
Feel the wild and broken splendor
Now I'm a little drunk!
Drunk like a wild pigeon that can't find its way!
So I started to change.

Become like a ball of violent and fiery fireworks! "

(End of this chapter)