Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 81 Dandelion

Musician is not the most widely read review magazine in terms of readership.

There are many magazines, such as "You Listen" and "Yinwan". In terms of the number of readers, these are the first-tier magazines.

But the characteristic of musicians is that their audience, which is often music students, subscribes to them.

And they are also known for their professional style.

For example, students in Yangyin, Shangyin, and Zhejiang schools all have a musician's education.

Therefore, when an article about a musician criticizing rock music was published, it quickly spread throughout music campuses.

There was a lot of discussion.

"Musicians do have a point."

"I don't know what the spirit of rock and roll is, but this type of song is indeed loud enough."

"Wait a minute, it seems that Teacher Yu said in class before that Teacher Yu said that rock music has a loud sound, but in fact it has no core. The point of view of this article is the same."

"It seems that Teacher Yu's point of view is right. The musicians all came to support us."

"Actually, I have never listened to good rock music. Although the Mai Zishan that is coming out now has something good, it also focuses on having a loud sound."

"So, are we a little bit wrong about the teacher?"

For students, the opinions of professionals always sway them.

Even if some students are fans of Mai Zishan, they can't help but sway after reading the musician's article.

Who is right?

Mai Zishan was initially unaware of all these discussions.

He bought a lot of green plants and succulents as interior decoration, and arranged a bunch of succulents neatly to make the entire Salt Club look more lively.

As for the dandelion in the corner, Mai Zishan really wanted to transplant it into a flower pot. There were already a lot of people coming and going in the club, so if someone accidentally stepped on it, it would be over.

And this tenacious dandelion grows in the corner and is difficult to transplant.

It’s really where the difficulties lead to growth.

This is so rock 'n' roll.

Mai Zishan squatted in the corner, looking at the dandelions, thinking about what to do.

If it really doesn't work, it's not impossible to dig a hole in the corner.

"Brother Mai, what are you doing?"

Mai Zishan looked up and saw Ji Zhonghe walking in wearing a red peaked cap.

Ji Zhonghe's hair is already half white, but he wears caps of various colors all day long, which is quite arrogant.

He followed Mai Zishan's gaze and looked forward.

"Hey, this dandelion is growing well. It's just like the one in the corner. It's delicious for making tea." After Ji Zhonghe said this, he stretched out his hand.

Mai Zishan grabbed it and said, "Don't!"

Ji Zhonghe curled his lips and retracted his hand, "You are so mean, why do I still advertise for you?"

"Then I must thank you. If you want to drink tea, I will buy you tea. Forget about the dandelions. You see, it is not easy for people to grow up."

"Okay, you have a poor mouth."

Mai Zishan: "???"

Do I have a poor mouth like yours?
"I'm here to tell you something this time. You see, I've helped you too. Let me take care of the wine here. Let the bald guy get out of here." Ji Zhonghe smiled with a smile on his face.

"Tu Qiong Dagger saw you." Mai Zishan said.

"I'm doing this for your own good. What the bald guy brings is ordinary beer. How much gross profit margin can you make? Mine is all brand name, so the profit is much higher."

"Let's remove the cost and split it 50-50." Ji Zhonghe rubbed his hands excitedly.

"You can sell wine if you want, but I want to give people who come here more choices. There is beer and branded wine. Otherwise, what if some people want to drink ordinary beer?" Mai Zishan said.

He walked to the wall and picked up a bottle of Wusu. "This thing tastes delicious. I really can't get used to your brand."

Mai Zishan pointed to the shelf where the wine was placed. There were still many empty spaces on it: "You can sell it if you want. There is room here."

Ji Zhonghe curled his lips, but he could only accept this plan.

Because bald beer will undoubtedly divert sales.

"That's it for now, brother Mai, you don't know how to do business. If you want to drive a luxury car like me, you still have a long way to go."

Mai Zishan laughed at himself: "As long as I sing, of course I don't know how to do business. I still need my brother to guide me."

Sure enough, Ji Zhonghe was a little happy when he heard this.

"After the cement in the toilet dries, we can open for business." Mai Zishan stood up and stretched. The phone suddenly dinged.

It was actually Yu Jing.

It's really been a long time since we last contacted each other, and Mai Zishan didn't know why she sent this message.

When I opened it, it was a link.

The official account of Musician Magazine.

[Is rock music coming back from the ashes? Loud voice does not mean "spiritual"]

Mai Zishan frowned and read the article quickly.

As a result, I actually found my name in the last few paragraphs of the article.

There are long passages filled with criticism.

"Fuck" Mai Zishan couldn't help but curse. He turned to the top again and saw the author's name.

Fu Guangyu.

Who is this person? Do I know you?

Yu Jing sent a smiling expression, "You were killed."

"...I don't even know this person."

Yu Jing: "It's normal. If you are a little famous, all kinds of people will come."

Then Yu Jing sent another message, "So, I chose not to join the entertainment industry to avoid exposing my identity as Batman."

Mai Zishan: "...Can Yu Batao go and kill this man in the middle of the night?"

"Okay, you can be my Robin, and I will kill him right away, like a dog."

Then Yu Jing made another grinning kitten expression.

Mai Zishan: "Great picture, stolen."

Whenever Yu Jing starts posting emoticons, it means the chat with her is over.

No matter what he posts, he will always get an emoji in reply.

But the next second, Yu Jing sent another picture.

It's a huge floor-to-ceiling window, with high-rise buildings outside and an unobstructed view of the city.

On the floor-to-ceiling window, there is a small figure sitting on a desk, with long beautiful legs reflected on the glass.

Only the lower body.

Clear and blurry.

"To put you in a good mood."

Mai Zishan took a look and turned off the picture.

It disturbs my heart again.

Mai Zishan opened the article again and read it again with a frown.

"What the hell is this? It makes no sense."

He knew about the magazine Musician, having subscribed to it when he was in college.

I never expected that I would be published by this magazine.

Mai Zishan thought for a while and dialed Lin Xinyue's number.

"Hey, it seems that musician posted an article specifically to criticize me."

The other side of the phone was silent for a long time, and then said in a very small voice: "I am currently on the line with this Fu Guangyu. I will talk to you when I get back."

Lin Xinyue hung up the phone and put away her mobile phone.

Look at Fu Guangyu across the table.

Lin Xinyue maintained a professional smile on the surface, but in her heart she actually wanted to tear him apart.

Fu Guangyu wore black-rimmed glasses, with a thin face and small eyes. The hairline on his hair had retreated eight hundred miles back, and he still had to hide it by combing the hair on both sides to the middle.

Lin Xinyue hates this kind of people the most. If you say you're bald, then you're bald. It's fine to be Guo Da, or wear a wig. The worst solution is to cover it up with hair on both sides.

Disgusting?
Fu Guangyu spoke eloquently: "We are professional. All our articles are thoroughly researched and set an industry benchmark."

"We will not sacrifice our professionalism to make some music reviews that are not consistent with the facts."

After saying that, he took another piece of meat from the table.

(End of this chapter)