Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 60 Do whatever you want (1)

The dust flying in the air became clearly visible because of the spotlight. It was stirred up by the crowd and could not fall down for a long time.

Half of the people in the square went for a walk after dinner. They never expected to participate in a live concert. They sang and danced, and they all came home with indigestion.

There are also many people who are old acquaintances in the square. They may have been strangers to Mai Zishan before, but now they have become fans directly.

Countless hands were waving, and at this moment, even the sonic boom was incomparable to the shouts of the crowd.

And the people who actually watched this "concert" were far from the only people in the square.

Just when Mai Zishan was facing the square and forgetting himself.

In the live broadcast room of his Douyin account, the number of people online kept rising until the number became too long and only units were displayed.

Countless people, countless distances, and countless eyes converge on one person.

Converging on the melody of a song, converging on the same passion.

……

Toward the Era.

Lin Xinyue was in a state of distress, making one phone call after another.

"Hey, I'm really sorry, Ms. Liu, it is indeed a bit abrupt. The originally agreed meeting may have to be cancelled."

"Cancel? I've already made an appointment. How can I cancel it when I say it's cancelled?"

"I'm really sorry. Our artists are unable to keep their appointments on time due to other matters."

"I have already sent an announcement to my fans. Are you canceling it now? Then we will not cooperate in the future."

On the other side of the phone, it's hard to fool.

Lin Xinyue continued to maintain a professional attitude: "I'm really sorry, our artist here has something to go back to his hometown. His hometown is in Quancheng, and he really won't be able to come back tomorrow."

"Yeah. Got it." The other person on the phone was very cold and then hung up.

Lin Xinyue sighed. The person she just called was a music podcaster that she often collaborates with towards the era, "Good Afternoon, Liu Wu". It is a podcast that specializes in playing music information and appreciation during the lunch period. In the podcast segment The field is considered the head.

It was originally arranged that Mai Zishan would cooperate with her once, but Mai Zishan refused to cooperate and ran away to Quancheng.

Lin Xinyue was speechless inside.

A nearly all-powerful singer who insists on taking the rock and roll road, but faced with Tang Jianglan's short composition, he is a slutty chess piece every step of the way and is not obedient at all.

To be honest, Lin Xinyue wasn't very confident anymore. She originally believed that Mai Zishan would be popular, but the development of the situation now made her have a question mark in her heart.

She sighed and continued to make the next call. Mai Zishan turned down a lot of arrangements. Any newcomer to the industry would be eager to have these, but he turned them down without caring.

Lin Xinyue rubbed her sore neck, stood up, and poured herself a glass of water. Just after taking two steps, her phone rang again.

She adjusted her breathing, picked it up and saw that it was still the person who had just podcasted, Liu Wu.

I guess I have to apologize again.

"Emmm... Where is the hometown of the artist in your company?"

Lin Xinyue was stunned.

???

"Hey, can you hear me? Did you just say Quancheng?"

"Oh, yes, from Quancheng." Lin Xinyue was full of doubts, "Why do you ask this?"

"What's it called? Is wheat good?"

"Yes." Lin Xinyue became more and more strange.

"Emmm, when will he come back? Anyway, our podcast schedule is relatively empty recently. I just thought about it, and the schedule is empty. It's better to come to our podcast whenever he comes back."

"???"

That was not your attitude just now!
Lin Xinyue didn't expect this at all, but since the other party talked nicely, of course she had to go down the stairs.

"Okay, okay, no problem." Lin Xinyue replied quickly.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed very happy and chatted for a while before hanging up. Maybe their podcast schedule is too short.

Lin Xinyue could only think this way. She put the water glass on the table and picked up the number with horizontal lines next to it.

Keep dialing the next one.

"Hey, are you a musician reporter? Sorry, I'm calling to cancel your interview with Mai Zishan."

"The matter has come to an end, do you want to cancel it?" A voice of dissatisfaction came from the other side.

"I'm really sorry."

"Okay, okay, whatever."

After that, he hung up the phone.

Lin Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief. "Musician" is one of the most famous music-related information centers in China. Award selection, music information, and exclusive news are all the battlefields of musicians, and they are the most difficult to deal with.

But fortunately, the other party was just dissatisfied and didn't say much.

After making the last phone call, Lin Xinyue held her forehead weakly and prepared to pack her things and go home.

Now the whole company revolves around Mai Zishan, and bosses Liu Shuangcheng and Yang Di personally went to Quancheng to find him.

Other artists in the company are quite dissatisfied. After all, the boss never cares about them that much.

What's even more interesting is that Mai Zishan kidnapped all the drummers and bassists who were employed by the company.

That is people like Guo Wan, Ding Ya, and Lin Wushan.

According to complaints from other artists in the company, when they wanted to record songs, these people refused to do so!
Then they all followed Mai Zishan and ran to Quancheng.

Lin Xinyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she didn't know what kind of magic power Mai Zishan had. In just three words, the middle-aged man took out the payment code.

……

On the high-speed train, Liu Shuangcheng felt that his heart was failing.

What also didn't work well were his eyes.

He has lost count of how many people are in Mai Zishan's live broadcast room!

Yang Di was the same as him, both of them were experiencing things far beyond their expectations.

What exceeded their expectations was not the popularity in the live broadcast room, but Mai Zishan's songs.

A mountain is higher than a mountain, and a song is better than a song.

The live broadcast has ended long ago, and the two of them are still watching the replay.

The young man next to them also said with admiration: "It sounds really good."

The slightly bald man in the front seat seemed to have found a group of like-minded people, and began to sell to the young people: "Go and listen to his previous songs, Hanabi, there is more to life than just the rough things in front of you, they are all good to listen to!"

The young people were also very cooperative. Under the attack of several people from the front, left and right, they followed Mai Zishan's account honestly.

Also ordered special attention.

Yang Di, Liu Shuangcheng, and the middle-aged man in front were relieved.

"We'll get off the bus in ten minutes. Send him a message and make an appointment to have some midnight snacks." Liu Shuangcheng said.

"Are you still eating? Look at your belly."

"..."

The Civic Center Square in Quancheng was already buzzing with people after Mai Zishan ended his live broadcast.

"Go, go, take a photo!" someone said.

"Sign your name! Take a photo! I'm following you!" Many people shouted.

"Brother Mai, look at me. I'm You Jia. I've accompanied you! Take a photo with me!"

Youjia is in a hurry! There are too many people!

(End of this chapter)