Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 77 Feast
The battery is quite powerful and keeps humming.

Seven forty.

Except for the factory, it was still dark outside.

Mai Zishan has tested all the speakers. The outdoor power supply purchased online is quite good. There is no problem in connecting to the 220v speaker.

The factory is spacious enough and the echo is very clear, giving the guitar and electronic music a perfect sense of spaciousness.

Coupled with the lonely and desolate factory environment.

Everything is perfect.

Except there's no one.

"I think it would be good to open a camping site here." Baldhead said.

He was already making suggestions for Mai Zishan, helping him plan the possible uses of this large factory.

"In other words, I've seen barbecue camps that provide charcoal fires and venues before, so I guess that's okay."

Baldhead kept coming up with ideas.

Mai Zishan half-leaned in front of the broken door of the factory without saying a word.

He just saw two people and thought they were his fans.

As a result, the two of them ran to the open space behind, and after a while, an indescribable sound was heard.

Maizi is so kind. At this moment, he wants to hold a flashlight to cheer them up.

At this time, Chen Kun, Fan Pingjiang and others walked over from the open space behind.

"Have you seen enough?" Mai Zishan asked.

"No, no, we didn't look, we didn't look." Wang Ye quickly denied it three times.

Chen Kun: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Drummer Ding Ya: "Yeah, it was too dark, I couldn't see anything, I just listened."

Chen Kun looked at Ding Ya, speechless.

The bald man was excited: "What? Is there anything good to see?"

"..."

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and everyone sat in the open space.

Seven forty-five.

Chen Kun took a bottle of beer and played the guitar while drinking it.

Seven fifty.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Mai Zishan zipped up his coat.

Seven fifty-five.

The bald man stretched out and said, "I'm leaving first. I'm meeting a friend for a drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground shook slightly, and the bald head looked outside in confusion.

Dazzling white light slowly advanced from the horizon, one car following another.

The deep and dark night is now like day, with countless lights and countless cars.

The sound of roaring engines gathered together is like the roar of a tiger.

There are not only cars, but also motorcycles, taxis, and people riding shared bicycles. A group of people look like migrating birds.

Come to the same destination.

"What, what's going on?"

The bald man looked at this mighty motorcade and was speechless.

All the cars stopped, and everyone was looking inside the factory.

They were checking to see if this was their destination.

Until they saw Mai Zishan.

Mai Zishan held his guitar, followed by his band.

Under the illumination of the car lights, his figure turned into a large silhouette, reflected on the wall behind.

Chen Kun turned on the arranged LCD lights appropriately.

There was a sizzling sound of electricity.

A neon sign of just the right size appeared where the Salt Industry Steel Factory's sign originally stood.

Salt Rock Club.

The red and blue light shines brightly at the top.

Everyone cheered and got out of cars, taxis, and shared bicycles.

"Salt Club, welcome everyone!"

At the same time, Mai Zishan shouted and strummed the guitar in his arms.

There were at least nearly a hundred people, and everyone walked into the "club" with passionate steps.

Because the bald man was standing at the door, he was pushed around three times by the crowds of people.

At the end of three laps, everyone was dizzy and still didn’t understand what was going on.

What does this Mai Zishan do?
"Sing, sing, sing!"

I don’t know who started it, but it eventually evolved into a uniform shout.

Mai Zishan took all the musicians and stood next to the stereo.

Crisp guitar sounds, followed by rhythmic drums and bass.

There were middle-aged people, young people, and even students.

They are all friends who have been together for many years now, and they are closely connected by Mai Zishan's singing. The singing started.

"My favorite record store
Yesterday was her last day

The fragments that once made me intoxicated

All scattered on the street

My favorite bookstore

She didn't survive this summer either

Memories and words flow with nostalgia

But there’s nothing to miss anymore

But those dreams you had

have become blurred and invisible

Those fights for ideals

It's just for money. "

Everyone was listening carefully to the steady rhythm and dull voice.

The bald man stood at the back and touched his bald head, full of doubts.

"The one you loved

We will never meet again in this life

Waiting in the ruins of this culture
No one thinks you are wild anymore
those venerated temples

It only works in the hearts of ignorant people
I live in my own pigsty

Sleepless night. "

At this moment, the bass suddenly became intense!
"I don't want to die in failure and loneliness!

I don’t want to live underground forever!

material deception
ants in a hurry

People without culture are not sad

I don’t want to die in failure and loneliness!
I don’t want to live underground forever!

material deception
ants in a hurry

Illiterate people are not sad!
He is not sad! "

Everyone was boiling and became an ocean!
That’s what they came for!

"I don't want to die in failure and loneliness!

I don’t want to live underground forever!

material deception
ants in a hurry

Illiterate people are not sad!
I don’t want to die in failure and loneliness!
I don’t want to live underground forever!

material deception
ants in a hurry

People without culture are not sad

He is not sad! "

……

At that moment, at that moment, the bald man understood.

Why would someone drive dozens of kilometers to come here? Why is the night here like day!

……

The taxi driver who brought the students.

He just stood outside and heard the singing.

He also understood that it was not the students who lived in vain, it was him who lived in vain.

In life, there is such a song and such passion.

It turns out that there are so many people, closely connected in this way.

……

"Go ahead, keep going straight." Ji Zhonghe directed Lin Xinyue to drive, telling her the route.

"You know the way, why don't you drive me in your car?" Lin Xinyue was very dissatisfied.

"It's late at night, what if there are any gravel or branches on the road and my car accidentally slides on it?" Ji Zhonghe said confidently.

Lin Xinyue continued to drive with a dark face.

"Yes, yes, keep going forward. Look, there is an abandoned school here. Just go forward." Ji Zhonghe said.

"It opens tonight, maybe a few people can come. After all, I have advertised for him in several of my bars. The conversion rate of my advertisements is definitely not bad." Ji Zhonghe said proudly.

Lin Xinyue didn't speak while driving. She was observing the route carefully.

It was pitch black.

Completely human-like.

She turned on the high beam, and suddenly her eyes were pricked by the reflection in front of her, and she slammed on the brakes.

Seeing the scene in front of her, she was stunned, and Ji Zhonghe, who had always been verbose, also shut up.

Dozens of cars, as well as many motorcycles, were parked haphazardly in front.

Like a feast.

(End of this chapter)