Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 71 Rock
Rong Shasha's finger had never pointed at anyone else.

After all, she has always had a good temper.

But this time I couldn't help it.

She has a deep understanding of rock music. When she was a child, she went to her uncle's bar every day and met many rock singers.

Just after listening to this short piece, she was sure that it was a masterpiece of rock music.

If such a fine product were given to the backup singers in her uncle's bar, they might be willing to trade ten years of their lives for it.

Therefore, no matter how good-tempered she is, she can't hold back at this moment.

The students of Yang Yin who followed her almost forgot to breathe and watched this moment nervously.

Are the gods about to start fighting?
Yu Qing's face turned blue and purple.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? My meaning is very clear. This song is great!" Rong Shasha put her fingers down and felt a little tired.

"Do you understand or do I understand?" Yu Qing blurted out. This is how he usually treats his students.

But after he said the words, he remembered that Rong Shasha was not a student, and he had no teacher-student relationship with him. When he came to Yangyin, Rong Shasha had already graduated.

Not to mention that Rong Shasha has become famous now and is a quite discussed singer.

But the students are here, and the dignity of the teacher must be maintained!

So he strengthened his momentum: "Do you understand or do I understand?"

Rong Shasha's eyes widened.

I don't understand? If I really don’t understand, how do I write songs? How did I get so popular?

But Yu Qing's attitude of not talking about facts, but only talking about momentum really calmed her down.

Fortunately, her manager, Wan Bailian, who had been beside her at this time, said, "What do you mean, you know best?"

Wan Bailian was wearing a tight-fitting professional suit and was following her closely. There was no need for her agent to follow her, but Wan Bailian's alma mater was also Yangyin, so he stopped by to see her.

Wan Bailian is nearly forty years old and has been working hard in the industry. Her temperament is no less than that of Tang Jianglan. She stares at Yu Qing closely, like an angry lioness.

Yu Qing retreated a little and muttered: "I am a professional."

"You're the only one who specializes? The songs under my company's name sell over 100 million every year. Do you have what it takes to ask you to take my seat?"

"You hide in the ivory tower every day and just open your mouth. You think you are invincible in the world as an academic."

"A song, the audience's choice will not lie. The author of this song is on the rise now. Is it because you say it's bad? Who do you think you are?" Wan Bailian said nothing. polite.

Yu Qing was trembling with anger.

All students are experiencing inner drama at the moment.

Good guy, this is not a fight between gods, this is throwing nuclear bombs at each other.

"I have dual master's degrees in composition and art theory, and a doctorate in music education. Do you think I'm not good enough?" Yu Qing pointed out his sparkling academic qualifications.

Wan Bailian shook her head: "You must have the ability to fool students, otherwise there wouldn't be so many students liking you, but your musical skills are definitely not there. It is not difficult to explain why Yangyin has not produced talents in the past two years, and all of them make you excited. It’s over.”

Yu Qing was choked and speechless.

After Wan Bailian finished speaking, she snorted coldly and pulled Rong Shasha away with a strong aura.

A group of students froze in place, wondering whether to follow Rong Shasha. Doing so might offend Yu Qing. What if Yu Qing wrote down the notebook and failed the class at the end of the semester?
But one student made a start and followed Rong Shasha in long strides, and everyone else followed.

After a while, Yu Qing was left with a face full of anger.

……

Lin Xinyue handles things vigorously and resolutely.

The next day, Mai Zishan met her friend, a big boss in the bar industry.

Ji Zhonghe.

The man's temples are already white, his face is covered with stubble, he wears a peaked cap and a black jacket, and he has the feeling of a sword that has not aged well. Let’s get straight to the point when we meet.

He looked at Mai Zishan and asked, "What type of music bar do you want to open? What's the budget?"

"The budget is quite large."

After the news leaked, everyone around Mai Zishan wanted to invest in it, and Chen Kun sadly took out his 60,000 yuan savings and wanted to invest.

"What kind of genre? I suggest opening a jazz-style one, a blues-style one. Here in the Magic City, decorate the environment to be more bourgeois, put up a Fazioli piano, and play jazz all day long. If possible, , add a few trumpets, saxophone, and just sit there taking photos for people without doing anything, and I can sell fifty or sixty thousand for drinks all day long."

"I have bars like this under my belt now, and I just changed to a Maybach S-class this year."

Mai Zishan shook his head.

He continued: "The second one is rap. Young people have huge spending power, or they are in the new century style, which is to play with the retro feelings that were popular in the 1980s and 1990s. Everyone is willing to pay for it."

The boss talks eloquently and is confident in his words.

Mai Zishan picked up the guitar on the side and patted the surface.

"you guess."

Ji Zhonghe frowned, "folk ballads?"

"Very close."

"Rock?"

"That's right!"

Ji Zhonghe took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on, "I'm leaving first. I suddenly remembered something else."

"..."

"No, can't rock and roll?" Mai Zishan hurriedly stopped him.

"Okay, if you want to sing rock music, of course you can, but you can't open a bar."

"Shall we chat first?" Mai Zishan stopped him, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and opened Douyin, which showed his Douyin account.

The fan value of 2.7 million was displayed in front of Ji Zhonghe.

When Ji Zhonghe saw the numbers, he stopped walking.

"yours?"

"mine."

Ji Zhonghe sat down again.

He crossed his hands and placed them on the table, looking at Mai Zishan through his sunglasses.

"Let's talk about it first. Can't we have a rock music bar?" Mai Zishan can be said to be asking sincerely.

"Oh, you don't make any money. Lin Xinyue didn't explain clearly when she called me. She just said that you wanted to open a music bar. Who knew you were a rocker?"

"Listen brother, if you want to open a jazz type, I can help you. Lin Xinyue and I are old friends, but I have no experience in rock music."

"No experience? How could it be? Sister Lin said you are a big boss in this industry."

"If I had experience in the rock genre, I wouldn't be a big shot."

"Okay, I understand..."

Ji Zhonghe crossed his arms and looked at Mai Zishan.

"That's what I think. I don't want to make money from this bar, as long as it doesn't lose money. It's just a base for me. I want to go out step by step here."

"You mean to divert your attention? To coordinate with your singing career?"

Mai Zishan said: "Yes, that's what I mean. As long as this bar doesn't lose money, it will be fine. What I want is a mutually coordinated effect, and I really like rock-and-roll bars."

Ji Zhonghe's brows relaxed, "If that's your idea, it's not impossible to open a rock-themed bar."

(End of this chapter)