Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 127 Genghis Khan
Rong Shasha's performance is on the second day.

This kind of cross-genre performance has huge benefits for the singers themselves.

Consolidate your existing fans and attract passers-by.

And Rong Shasha has excellent grasping ability. Her first song was "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky" by Mai Zishan.

It must be said that the female voice brought a different sense of charm, and in the end, it brought a chorus to the audience.

In the following days, the carnival of the music festival continued.

Every night, many people choose to set up tents to sleep on the spot. Throughout the seaside park, at a glance, there are many small triangular tents standing in it.

The discussion on the Internet, in terms of popularity, can even vaguely overwhelm fans in the rice circle.

"The ticket price is 199, and you can listen to Mai Zishan and Rong Shasha live, can you believe it?"

"If you add a zero at the end, I think it's worth it."

"But everyone should be aware that the wine on site is very expensive, so you have to distinguish between them."

"I was there and I can only say it was so worth it."

"After watching this, I feel that I am a big resentment for spending 3,000 yuan to watch Xiao Xianrou's concert."

Speech on the Internet is a vane and a result.

It is the crown of the winner after a struggle and game.

At this moment, no one remembers the uproarious articles criticizing rock music that "The Musician" once made.

No one remembers the cynicism Mai Zishan received when he retired from Starlight Night.

No one remembers the essay written by Tang Jianglan.

Those matters that were very important at the time may be irreversible if they are not properly resolved.

But today, it is like the clouds of the past, floating away without any trace.

The winner stands on the top of the mountains, and his past is all a medal.

Mai Zishan's medal.

……

During the break at the music festival, everyone was eating, drinking, and having fun.

Mai Zishan ate in the security room at the back, holding a bowl of wontons and sprinkling a large amount of coriander.

Zhang Tianhai was still humming while eating, as if he was preparing for the stage every moment.

"I want to study a new singing method, for example, adding the vastness of national music to rock." He looked at Mai Zishan and said.

"Of course you can. I wanted to play like this before, but later I found that my theoretical level was not good enough and it was easy to make things look different."

Chen Kun was also beside Mai Zishan, holding his nose while eating, and the coriander washed away his head.

Mai Zishan and others were full after eating wontons. The door of the security room suddenly opened, revealing several takeaway workers in red clothes.

They said hello and started setting the table directly, taking out packing boxes one after another from their backpacks.

Then he started to announce the names of the dishes, "Little Qinglong, salt-baked crab meat, garlic scallops, stir-fried small tubes..."

A dozen dishes are neatly arranged and fragrant, all of which are local seafood.

The wontons I just ate already looked ridiculous.

At this time, Rong Shasha and Wan Bailian entered the security room.

Lin Xinyue was followed behind them.

Rong Shasha was jumping up and down, "Come, come, eat, eat, eat. I ordered it from a local restaurant with a good reputation."

“They are all must-eat recommendations. Look at this big crab, it’s really good.”

Several people looked embarrassed.

Who came up with the idea of ​​eating wontons just now?
……

Yu Xianchao just ended his live broadcast.

He doesn't brag at all. Hundreds of thousands or millions of people are online every day to watch his poetry.

"I feel that the existence of television is a kind of violence. It always reminds me that my life is not a TV series and it is not beautiful."

"I see that cloud every day. It seems to be playing tricks on me, entangled with other clouds. I want to fly a plane and crash it."

"Two dollars and a half, that's enough. That's the amount of memories I have. With two and a half pieces of glass, I can play with it until I grow up."

It’s this kind of poem every day. Yu Xianchao recited the poem with a very expressive tone and gesture.

For example, his long hair is a very important prop, the bookshelf in the shot is a very important prop, and the lazy cat that occasionally comes into the shot is an extremely important prop.

Another cup of tea, the misty smoke rising, is at hand.

The monthly income is a few hundred thousand, but this is still subject to personnel restrictions and cannot bring goods.

But it only took him ten minutes a day to write these "literary youth" poems.

Yu Xianchao ended the live broadcast at this moment, rolled up his long hair, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Thinking in my mind.

Just today, the recording of the "Genghis Khan" album has ended. Li Ji worked very hard. In less than half a month, he studied, practiced and recorded songs desperately.

Ultimately, a total of six songs, all disco-rock arrangements, came together into one album.

"Genghis Khan"!
It's ready now, Baiharu's first rock album.

These days, more singers than I can count on two hands have released rock albums. The highest sales volume is more than 6 million, and the lowest sales volume is... 13.

This disparity is unprecedented in any type of music and reflects the fierce competition from the side.

Yu Xianchao blew out smoke rings one after another.

I thought, it's time.

Mai Zishan's music festival has entered its third day. The traffic of the music festival is the same as that of the Spring Festival Gala. The first and last stages have the most people.

The middle period is the period when defense is weakest.

He took out his cell phone and called his men one by one.

"Have you finished the 4k music video? In some shots, you need to make Li Jip look stronger, like he has done strenuous work."

"Don't make the sound too perfect, the sound with some flaws is the most rock-worthy."

"Report to me on the overall progress."

Yu Xianchao issued many orders and finally got the answer "It can be released".

"Today at one o'clock in the afternoon, we will start the media campaign and officially release it at three o'clock. Before eight o'clock in the evening, I want this album to be on today's best-selling list! If you pay for it, you have to put it on me!"

When Yu Xianchao hung up the phone, he looked very angry. If his fans saw this scene, they would think they were twins with completely different personalities.

……

"You encouraged me on that blog before, but I haven't thanked you yet." Mai Zishan said.

In his opinion, Rong Shasha was quite sincere.

I don’t know how such a sincere person can survive in this entertainment industry...

Wan Bailian said from the side: "What kind of song should be customized for Rong Shasha? Is it a rock type? Can you prefer a combination of love songs and rock? Can you add a little autobiographical nature?"

Looking at Wan Bailian, Mai Zishan felt that the doubts in his heart just now had been answered.

He couldn't answer this question yet. The system's customization functions were not so detailed.

"Emmm, let's go into details later." Mai Zishan hesitated.

He turned his eyes to the table in front of him, which was a little uncomfortable.

The only person who didn't eat wontons was Yang Di, who was holding the little green dragon and chewing on it.

It seems that he was the one who suggested ordering wontons...

"Is this settled? Customize a song for Rong Shasha." Wan Bailian wanted to confirm again.

"Sure." Mai Zishan waved his hand.

"I'm going to go on stage soon, I'm going to take a shower."

Mai Zishan was about to leave the security room and go to the place where makeup was done.

When walking past Lin Xinyue, she said, "Why don't Sister Lin say anything today??"

Lin Xinyue habitually shrugged and forced out a smile: "Go ahead and sing your song."

As for why she was in a bad mood.

How can I describe this feeling?

It seems like I met a Li Gui pretending to be Li Kui...

(End of this chapter)