Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 58 Back to the beginning!
Too many people are easily swayed by emotions and do not pay attention to the truth. This is why small essays are so powerful.

The development of the matter was an unexpected surprise for Tang Jianglan. Someone dug out Mai Zishan's former employer.

Hearing China.

"Maizi Shanqian Company, Hearing China, is engaged in the copyright business."

"It's no wonder that since I started out in this kind of copyright business, it's no wonder that I'm stealing Zhang Zifeng's team now."

"I just want to know if there are any good songs to listen to in the future. Unless Mai Zishan comes up with better quality songs now, how will he respond?"

"Where can I get a better song? Are you going to steal it again?"

But Tang Jianglan must admit that moving towards the era is quite capable.

She was almost the main battlefield on the first day, and with Xingguang Yeguanwei's assist, the public opinion was basically one-sided.

But the next day, a group of three-no accounts appeared. These accounts were all new, and both the following list and the followed list were zero.

But the scoldings they said in the comment section were so cruel.

Chef of Caizhou Restaurant: "Come on, come on, give me your address, give me your address."

Tea-Scented Years: "What are you young people calling you? The song is nice, but it’s over if you don’t listen to it! The eggs are delicious, just eat them! Do you care who laid these eggs?"

Time Steady: "Why are my private messages restricted?"

The years are quiet and good: "I really don't understand the songs my son listens to now. This Mai Zishan is very suitable to my taste."

Chief Chef of Caizhou Restaurant: "No. 108, Wutong Village, Nan City, Jiang Province, come here."

If you are proud of your life, you must be happy: "Brother, please help me."

Most of these accounts are very new, and their combat effectiveness is surprisingly high. Tang Jianglan doesn't even know where the navy can be found in the Era.

For fifty cents a piece, are you risking your life?

……

Mai Zishan was in the loft apartment, quietly adjusting the strings of his piano as if there was no one around, completely ignoring the heated debate on the Internet.

In fact, he didn't check his phone much at all.

No matter how anxious Lin Xinyue was, it did not affect his joyful singing.

His voice is a bit hoarse now. He sang all night last night and finished recording all the songs given by the system.

Singing rock music is different. The process is very enjoyable. When singing passionately, the strings of the piano are directly cut by Mai Zishan.

At the moment, he is replacing new strings.

Carefully wipe the dust on the surface of the piano, and the piano board made of spruce wood exudes a faint fragrance.

Mai Zishan turned on his mobile phone and posted a message to schedule a live broadcast on his Douyin account platform.

Ten o'clock tonight.

Before that, Lin Xinyue arranged for him a lot of interviews with reporters, as well as a live broadcast by a well-known music blog.

But after thinking about it, Mai Zishan still rejected them all.

These exposures were too messy and not what he wanted.

This time, he chose the place where he started.

Get back there and start again.

……

In Tang Jianglan's address book, there are always calls from the boss of Jiyuan.

Not surprisingly, after the public opinion fermented, she quickly received a message from Liu Shuangcheng.

Liu Shuangcheng: "Can we meet and talk?"

Tang Jianglan: "Let's forget it. I have no other hobbies. I just like to see my peers begging me."

Then, Liu Shuangcheng never sent another message.

Tang Jianglan had an imperceptible smile on her lips, leaning back on the sofa and crossing her legs.

She is telling the truth, what she likes most is seeing her peers beg her.

This confirms her excellent professional skills. Her colleagues in every industry are friends, and the entertainment industry is no exception.

On the other side, Liu Shuangcheng put down his mobile phone, his face covered with black lines.

"She will definitely lose the lawsuit, but this matter falls within the scope of civil law. At most, she can compensate for the loss of reputation. As for the amount of compensation, according to previous cases, Ge You's portrait rights were infringed, and Ge You only received 300,000 yuan in compensation."

"And Mai Zishan's reputational damage will definitely be less than that of Ge You."

The company's legal affairs staff were chatting away.

"This is mainly due to the irrationality of the audience. If you directly check it on the copyright website, you will know that Mai Zishan's copyright has been protected for a long time. The basis of this short composition is not established at all."

"It's just that the audience likes short compositions and this kind of melon." "But it will undoubtedly cause a fatal blow to the singer's future career."

The legal officer continued.

Liu Shuangcheng glared at him, "I need you to tell me? I know more than you."

The legal officer kept his mouth shut.

Liu Shuangcheng scratched his bald forehead, feeling very depressed.

Tang Jianglan's method is not new at all. There are many ways to resolve it.

There are also many dirty tricks in Marching towards the Era, and everyone is pretty much the same.

But the problem is that Mai Zishan never responded to Tang Jianglan from beginning to end! It's completely passive.

This allowed the enemy to encroach on us step by step until we reached this embarrassing point today.

Since the first day when Mai Zishan entered the Era, Liu Shuangcheng wanted to cultivate Mai Zishan well.

Because his songs are really different.

But Mai Zishan first quit the variety show that brought him good traffic.

He did not shy away from suspicion at all, and fully accepted Zhang Zifeng's old team. Until Tang Jianglan's essay was published, he did not respond. He also turned away all the reporters Lin Xinyue had appointed, and joined the famous music blog. .

Every chess move can be said to be as bad as it is.

What does he want to do?

This industry! It doesn’t mean that just because the song is good, you can do whatever you want!
Liu Shuangcheng picked up his cell phone and sent Yang Di a message.

"Where is Mai Zishan now? I'll talk to him personally."

Yang Di: "He has returned to Quancheng."

"...What are you going back for?"

"I don't know either. I also took away the company's drummer, bassist, and electronic music player."

Liu Shuangcheng put down his cell phone and put his face in his hands with a haggard look on his face.

He roared: "Mai Zishan! It doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want just because you sing well!"

……

Night falls.

Mai Zishan returned to Quancheng.

I also took a trip back to the house I bought in the suburbs.

It used to be difficult for the sea.

The house I wanted to buy even though I had to pay a mortgage was not even a bit worse than the duplex apartment allocated by my company. I don’t know why the interest rate was charged.

Then, Mai Zishan and the band around him had dinner at his favorite wonton restaurant.

There were three people in total, bassist Guo Wan, drummer Ding Ya, and Lin Wushan, who was carrying an electronic keyboard.

These three people are all working towards the Era's "public" band. As long as they are artists signed by the company, they can be found.

But since Mai Zishan led them to play a few rock songs, they have vowed never to follow anyone else.

After several people had eaten and drank enough.

We arrived at the Civic Center Square.

The square was as bustling as ever.

But the arrival of Mai Zishan obviously attracted attention.

The Internet celebrities in the square stopped what they were doing and looked at him blankly.

Citizens who came here for a walk after dinner were recalling why Mai Zishan looked so familiar.

Many people have recognized Mai Zishan.

"Oh, that singer from Hearing China is just famous and has caused a lot of trouble."

"Are you down again? Why are you back in the square?"

"We also have a few people with us, good guys, some carrying drums and some carrying pianos."

Mixed with the discussion, Mai Zishan walked forward step by step and came to the microphone prepared for him by Huang Lu.

Hold it in one hand.

The square with thousands of people suddenly fell silent, and moths occasionally fluttered towards the spotlights above people's heads.

A faint sonic boom sounded, tugging at the heartstrings.

(End of this chapter)