Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

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"It's not an autobiography?" Xing Wei was a little surprised.

He originally thought that Mai Zishan was filming his autobiography.

Who knows, after watching the first episode for ten minutes, Mai Zishan didn't appear at all, only a few narrations sounded like him.

Then, after listening to the intro of the song, I turned it off.

He is still somewhat interested in singing.

But the content is really uninteresting. Small cities are all shabby. In Xing Wei's eyes, this is ugly.

"It's not an autobiography. It's equivalent to using your own songs as the soundtrack for a documentary."

Xing Wei thought about it and felt that he figured out this routine.

It can only be said that it is a bit new, but it is by no means a new idea in terms of business model.

He called his assistant and called up the playback data.

"I watched it for a while and then turned it off. I figured out the routine. I used my own song as the theme song and filmed the stories of ordinary people. The structure is very similar to "A Bite of Food"."

"That makes sense."

Are middle school students so hungry that they have no money to eat? fart.

"How many entertainment companies originally had great ambitions to develop rock music, but now they have nothing to do with it. Only we have stepped forward, and now we are on an equal footing with Mai Zishan." There was no dissatisfaction in Xing Wei's words.

"Hahaha." Xing Wei laughed.

"If the fan structure is not improved, there is no need to participate in the rock market." Xing Wei has a clear view of business planning.

Although Yu Xianchao is already financially free.

Baichun Group has a wide range of businesses. It has also invested in several garbage web games that cost 999 yuan each. It’s my brother who came to kill my scumbag Hui. But I have never participated in documentaries.

If there were ten more employees like Yu Xianchao, the market value would at least double.

Yu Xianchao pulled up a chair and sat down, "Most of them are thirteen or fourteen years old, an age that focuses on rebellion."

"I watched it for five or six minutes, and then turned it off after listening to the prelude." Yu Xianchao said nonchalantly.

"As for Mai Zishan's fan base, there are two peaks, one is around 22 years old, and the other is around 35 years old."

After Yu Xianchao finished speaking, he lit the cigar.

"Don't push yourself too hard. You can rest properly. If we reach this point today, we have won." Xing Wei walked to him and patted his shoulder.

"What's the matter?" Xing Wei took out his precious cigar and handed him one.

As now, Baichun never participated in the documentary market.

Because the realization cycle is long and this thing is for building reputation, Xing Wei doesn’t have the patience.

The expression on Xing Wei's face became playful, "How young are you?"

"Originally, sales exceeded one million within an hour and a half. I thought the follow-up would be very strong and would continue, but the upward momentum was cut off."

Yu Xianchao said, "We cannot rule out this possibility. Washing fans is inherently a matter of pros and cons. Increase fan stickiness, but reduce the base. "

What is there to say?

But Xing Wei is an industry boss after all. No matter how he became a boss, Xing Wei can praise himself so seriously.

Xing Wei raised his neck and said thoughtfully: "Twenty-two is the age when you enter society, and then you find that this society is different from what you thought, and you feel aggrieved. Naturally, you like Mai Zishan's songs."

"What's wrong?" This was the first time that Xing Wei saw Yu Xianchao hesitate.

Xing Wei thought to himself, as expected, the hero had the same idea, and both of them turned off the song after listening to the intro.

Yu Xianchao took it, but didn't click on it immediately.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Yu Xianchao stuck his head out.

Open his game account and take a look, it’s all v8.

"I'm leaving first. That's all I have to say. I'm thinking about what Li Ji should do next." Yu Xianchao stood up.

The mediocre playback data is very consistent with the market capacity of documentaries.

"Originally, it was expected that the sales volume of his album would be the same as that of Mai Zishan. Maybe he would rely on copyrights to make a living in the future, but now that he is unable to continue, he is probably still at the same level as Genghis Khan."

"When I reach my thirties or forties, I no longer have the desire to change the world. Instead, I am changed by the world. But I must feel uncomfortable inside, so I like Mai Zishan's songs."

"The good news is that Li Ji is being discussed more and more, and his fan base is concentrated among young people."

"Why is this?" Xing Wei was also a little confused. "Is it possible that too many fans were washed away?"

Xing Wei thought of the documentary he just watched, "By the way, have you watched the documentary about Mai Zishan?"

People of this age have very strong spending power.

Xing Wei immediately smiled, this is the company's number one cash cow.

Yu Xianchao chuckled, "This is still the improved age structure. It is said that Mai Zishan's initial fan base was all middle-aged."

“There’s something wrong with the sales figures for ‘Don’t Look Back’.”

This is good news. The subsequent sales of the album are weak, which is nothing compared to this news.

What is this called? This is called shared tastes, this is called corporate genes!

He was still feeling a little proud.

"clear."

After Yu Xianchao left, Xing Wei smoked a cigar alone.

Yu Xianchao was advised to rest for the sake of better output. Being on an equal footing with Mai Zishan is a good achievement, but not enough.

Li Ji's fan base is much better than Mai Zishan's.

There must be greater potential.

Is it very far to be the first?
……

What does it mean that it was once difficult to overcome the difficulties?
You can ask Lin Xinyue.

In order to visit Mai Zishan, she came to Jin Dagu and Deng Liang's restaurant to have several meals.

Then return to the Magic City.

What the hell is this?

It's such a big plate, how can you put so many dishes on it for me?

Why do you look so good to me?

I want it to taste delicious!
Is this a semi-finished product? How else did you thread the onions into the chicken?

In short, Lin Xinyue returned to the Magic City and was hungry for three days. She couldn't bear it anymore and returned to the small northern county.

Mai Zishan and Xu Hao are still filming the last bit of material.

Deng Liang's hotel is called Deng Liang Hotel.

What an unpretentious name…

Mai Zishan and Xu Hao were filming in secret, otherwise people would swarm in again and crowd the place.

The material to be supplemented is also the most important material.

That is Deng Liang’s father, Deng Mo.

A witness to that experience.

Deng Mo has a son and a daughter, and the two children take care of the old man alternately.

To put it harshly, I was chased back and forth by my son-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Zhang Tianhai once said that some people call him the elderly version of Mai Zishan.

Mai Zishan is also happy with this nickname, because Zhang Tianhai is a bit sassy and definitely stands out in the nursing home.

But the old man in front of him, Deng Mo, really made him feel a little sad.

Deng Mo's face was covered with wrinkles, he was wearing a gray-brown elderly hat, and he refused to drop the cigarette in his hand.

Lin Xinyue came to Deng Liang Hotel. She watched the first episode and was full of praise.

But now she looked at Mai Zishan and Xu Hao a little suspiciously.

The eyes are talking: "The second episode of filming with such an old man?"

"Are you sure? Does it look good?"

Facing the camera, Deng Mo didn't seem angry at all, but rather indifferent.

Even quite comfortable.

"I was asked to go when the factory was giving a report, but there were no cameras or such high-end gadgets. They let me sit there first and took a few photos of me, and then it was me who appeared in the factory report the next day."

"After everyone gets the factory newspaper, I will go to the broadcast room in the factory and read the manuscript into the loudspeaker, so that there are pictures and sounds."

"I was quite happy at the time. I thought, no one can be laid off but I can't be laid off."

"The result was a layoff."

Deng Mo spoke without much expression, as if he was telling someone else's story.

“I don’t know where the money in the factory has gone. Anyway, it’s not in the hands of the workers.”

"My workmate ran away in the second month. He took the remaining money from the family and ran away. He was a bastard. He left behind his wife and children, and drank medicine the next day."

"Later I went to burn boilers, give people baths, and did everything."

"One thing is quite lucky. The winter here is only three to four degrees below zero. If we don't burn coal, no one will freeze to death. Like in the three northeastern provinces, they have to pay for coal in winter. What should the laid-off workers there do if they don't have money to buy coal? , It’s probably frozen.”

Deng Mo smoked cigarettes one after another. From beginning to end, he seemed to be telling other people's stories.

As if he was just a bystander.

"Deng Liang, do you still remember the yellow dog we had at home?"

Deng Mo suddenly looked at Deng Liang and asked.

Deng Liang shook his head.

"Then you must not remember, because it went into your stomach, haha."

"My mother told me to take good care of you the night before. I was so tired that I just said yes and went to bed."

"Your mother didn't wake up the next day."

The old man laughed dryly and blew out smoke rings.

Lin Xinyue held her breath on the side, and she gradually became immersed in the present.

She glanced at the slightly cold Deng Liang Hotel, as if memories of a past era fell from the sky and crashed into this small restaurant, making the air thicker.

Can't escape even if I want to.

(End of this chapter)