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Chapter 6 Explosion

Chapter 6 Explosion
A song ends.

A little sweat dripped from Mai Zishan's forehead.

Lung capacity really requires long-term practice. He hasn't sung seriously in a long time, and singing two songs in a row tonight is really a bit scary.

"Have you finished recording?" Mai Zishan walked out of the recording room.

Curly Hair just came back to his senses.

"It's recorded. This, this sounds so good."

"Are you interested in selling this song? I know some people who can sell it for a good price." Curly suggested.

At this moment, Yuan Yu, the little dirty braid, came to his senses, Ge? Good song?

I want to be the first to buy it!

"Sell it to me, sell it to me, I'll pay you 20,000," he shouted immediately.

Mai Zishan ignored him.

Next he should post the song on his account, hoping to earn some reputation points.

And for his performance this time, he earned another eighteen reputation points. Although it was a little small, mosquitoes are also meat.

"Sell it to me, I'll add a rap to it, and I'll become a god in one song!"

Mai Zishan: "???"

Why are you so confident?

Chen Kun remained silent on the sidelines, because he was recalling it carefully. Even if he had listened to the live version of the square once, listening to it again gave him a different perception.

He asked himself, could he write such a good song now?

The answer is no.

"How much, you tell me." Mai Zishan was ready to pay. The conditions of this recording studio were not bad, and he decided that he could come again in the future.

Curly bit his nails and said, "Five hundred."

"I'll pay for you." Yuan Yu seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.

"Listen to me, this song of yours just lacks a bit of rap. Give it to me and I'll add a bit of rap to it. I'm sure it will be popular. Do you know who I am? I have 800,000 fans on Douyin. Woolen cloth."

"No, no, no, you don't have to pay." Mai Zishan stopped him. It didn't matter whether he had 800,000 or 8 million fans. What future did he have for playing hip-hop?

Chen Kun was surprised when he heard 800,000 fans on the sidelines. The traffic of rapping is so high? His account now only has 30,000 followers.

"Brother? Are you so disrespectful? You don't want to buy your song for 20,000 yuan, but you're not happy if I have to pay for you?" Yuan Yu shook his little dreadlocks and said.

Mai Zishan walked up to the little braid and no longer suppressed his temperament, which he had cultivated over the past few years as an executive.

Yuan Yu was just a young man who graduated from high school and started to join the hip-hop circle. How could he withstand the oppression of such a temperament? He was a little confused for a while.

But he turned to look at his girlfriend.

No, you can’t lose your share.

But when he met Mai Zishan's eyes again.

Mai Zishan looked very much like his high school teacher, as if he would hold his head and beat him violently the next moment.

Yuan Yu shrank his head and said nothing, but his teeth were itching with hatred.

Mai Zishan paid the money, and Juan Maoliu copied the recorded song, along with the live recording video.

Chen Kun saw that the matter was done and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back to the square."

"Can you take me home?" Mai Zishan said without confidence.

"……All right."

On the way back, we were speechless again, extremely embarrassed, but fortunately, after being baptized by rap, everyone's tolerance has become much stronger.

After returning home, Mai Zishan looked at the video recorded by Curly Mao and realized that he seemed to have appeared.

He hesitated for two seconds, then clicked send and uploaded it to Douyin and cidicidi at the same time.

It doesn't matter if you show your face. If you sing so well, it can only be a social ascension, not a social death.

After doing all this, Mai Zishan washed up, lay on the bed, looked at the night outside the window, and fell asleep.

……

Yuan Yu opened his fan base.

Sent a sentence.

"Brothers, prepare to blast." The crowd immediately became commotion, like a stone causing thousands of waves.

The old cow eats the young grass: "Explode? Who?"

Young Grass: "I'll blast whoever the boss says I'll blast. What are you asking? He's not very enlightened. Come on, take charge and kick him out."

Yangmei Qiuqiu: "Who did you explode? Who offended my little pigtail?"

4090ti: "Is it some blind anchor?"

Yuan Yu looked at his loyal fans and felt much better.

"Go and see, his name is a soulless music businessman. When I just went to see him, he hadn't uploaded his works yet. You waited for him to upload his works, and then started blasting and scolding him for his poor singing. It means nothing."

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Check out at two o'clock: "Got it!"

"Roger that!"

Suddenly, the message on Yuan Yu's phone flashed across the screen, and he breathed a sigh of relief. His appeal to fans has always been very strong. He has done this kind of explosion many times, including some small accounts with tens of thousands of fans. Crying and begging for mercy.

Seeing the fans moving one after another, Yuan Yu held his little dreadlocks in his hands, imagining the scene of Mai Zishan begging him for mercy.

But Mai Zishan was completely unaware of all this. His thirty-year-old body was already exhausted. He fell asleep after posting the video, and he slept soundly.

……

In the early morning, Mai Zishan was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

"Hey, who is it?"

"I, Yu Jing, come here to hand over the work. I have resigned."

Mai Zishan suddenly lost all sleepiness.

"You have resigned? So soon?"

"Yeah, but don't worry, I will come to see you often, but don't miss me too much."

"...No, I mean why did you resign so quickly? Has the company approved it?"

"Do I need the company's approval? I don't even bother to ask for this month's salary. Come here quickly."

Mai Zishan hurriedly hung up the phone, got up, dressed, washed, and rushed to the company.

As soon as he entered the company, he noticed something was wrong.

Why is everyone looking at him?
It's like watching a giant panda.

Yu Jing was holding her cup and wearing bunny ears on her head, looking at him with her head tilted.

"Why is the atmosphere a bit weird?" Mai Zishan said as he looked around.

Yu Jing shrugged and shook her bunny ears. "I also feel that the atmosphere today is a bit weird. I originally thought it was because of my resignation, but it didn't feel like it."

Xiao Zhang, the new employee of the company, seemed to have something to say, but he hesitated to speak after Mai Zishan.

"What's wrong?" Mai Zishan asked him.

"Mr. Mai, do you think this is you?"

Xiao Zhang stretched out his mobile phone, and a video was playing on it. It was the song Mai Zishan recorded yesterday.

In just one night, it already had one million views and 50,000 likes.

"I'll go, I'm angry?" Mai Zishan's eyes widened.

Yu Jing grabbed her bunny ears and looked over with her eyes.

He immediately exclaimed: "Okay, Wheat."

She grabbed the phone and watched the video on it carefully.

Xiao Zhang shook his head: "It's not just that."

"Ah? What's more than that?" Mai Zishan asked doubtfully.

Xiao Zhang: "You were scolded..."