How did I convince her..."
Hu Liang shook his head: "You don't care how I convince her, as long as she agrees to see us."
Lin Yue threw the cigarette butt into the trash can: "Sell it out?"
Hu Liang shook his head.
"Say or not?"
"Did not say."
"Believe it or not, I'll beat you up."
"You won't even tell me if you beat me."
When the two were arguing about this issue, the car door opened with a bang, and a man got into the cockpit from the outside. Without saying anything, he sat directly on the sofa opposite Lin Yue.
She was sizing up Lin Yue, and Lin Yue was also sizing up her.
Her brown hair was pulled back and tied up with a rubber band. She wore light makeup on her face with a Western style. Her lips were red and her skin was white. The slightly blurred eye shadow made her eyes look deeper.
She wore a black leather jacket, a white T-shirt with a star LOGO underneath, denim shorts and black platform shoes.
There is a hint of wildness or rebellion in her sweetness, but her eyes are very cold, like a delinquent girl who has not yet passed puberty.
"Are you the agent from BJ?"
Lin Yue said with a smile: "Yes."
"You want to reform the Sewing Machines?"
"yes."
"Why?"
Lin Yue did not answer the question directly: "Why do you play bass?"
Ding Jianguo said: "I like it."
Lin Yue said: "Then my answer is the same, I like it."
Ding Jianguo glanced at Hu Liang, who kept winking at her: "Let's put it this way, if you want to make a fuss about this matter and plan to get some money from my dad, I advise you to put it aside. "
Well……
Lin Yuexin said, does this mean being bitten by a snake and being afraid of well ropes for ten years? Could it be that that guy Cheng Gong really went to South Korea with Ding Wei's 1.16 million?
He wanted to know if this was the case, but his current role was that of a music manager who cherished the talents of newcomers, so it was not appropriate for him to have a relationship with Cheng Gong for the time being, which would complicate the reorganization of the Sewing Machine Band. When we get to know each other better in the future, it won't be too late to ask about their sad stories.
"If I want to make money, I really don't bother to use such despicable means."
"Well, well, well." Hu Liang nodded from the driver's seat: "He can build an atomic bomb, I mean it."
Ding Jianguo said: "Whatever you want, I'm not interested anyway."
Lin Yue frowned: "Aren't you interested?"
She got up from the sofa: "Is there anything else? If not, I have to go to a meeting."
"Hey, Jianguo, don't leave. Let's talk about it later."
Hu Liang was so anxious that he accidentally bumped his head on the car hood, grinning from ear to ear and distorting his face.
Ding Jianguo ignored him and continued walking outside.
"Hey." Lin Yue stopped her and said, "Are you going to wear this for meetings with people from the company?"
She looked at the punk vest and the short shorts underneath: "I like it, don't you?"
"Okay." Lin Yue smiled and waved to her: "Goodbye."
Ding Jianguo turned to look at him and walked away.
"No." Hu Liang got out of the cockpit, rubbed his head and said, "You just let her go?"
Lin Yue said: "What else?"
Hu Liang looked frustrated: "Do you know how much it cost me to let her come to see you?"
"At what cost?"
"You won't understand even if I tell you."
Hu Liang sat down on the sofa like a frustrated rubber ball: "If she leaves, who will be the bassist of the band?"
He had reason to be sad and disappointed. Since Lin Yue came to Ji'an from BJ and persuaded him to reorganize the Sewing Machine Band, he first found Lao Yang and then Xixi. Although the two people had different difficulties, they all came from the external environment and from a personal perspective. Still would like to see the Sewing Machine Band resurrected.
When Ding Jianguo arrived, the situation was completely different. She actually refused, which undoubtedly cast a shadow on the band's resurrection plan.
Lin Yue patted him on the shoulder: "There's nothing we can do about it. Don't worry, she's just being tough."
"What's the meaning?"
"Ding Jianguo needs a reason to convince us and himself."
"I just don't understand, why does she make this issue so complicated?"
Lin Yue said: "I have to ask you now."
"Ask us?"
Lin Yue looked at the place where Ding Jianguo disappeared and asked: "Is it related to her that the performance on Ji'an Night on September 30 was not held?"
"Is this... related at all?"
"That's right. He was probably afraid that he would bring bad results to the band again, so he refused to join."
"Is she this kind of person?"
Lin Yue looked at Hu Liang and smiled: "In terms of understanding women, you are still far behind."
Ding Jianguo in the film is a woman who looks particularly rebellious, aloof, and doesn't care about anything. However, she could find out that Hu Liang was working on the construction site in the middle of the night to earn enough money to survive; and Cheng Gong's casual look could make her feel something, guessing whether her father had bribed the agent.
For a woman like this, her rebelliousness, aloofness, and arrogance are mostly due to her disdain for some people or things around her, such as her father who is obsessed with getting his wife, but turns around and gets into a limousine full of beautiful girls, such as The ex-boyfriend who cheated on his best friend, or the wealthy boss who acted like he could do whatever he wanted if he had money.
Hu Liang said: "Since you know her so well, what do you think we should do to make her change her mind?"
Lin Yue said: "No matter what you do, you shouldn't do it now."
Hu Liang was completely confused by these words. In his opinion, it was just a matter of touching the upper lip to the lower lip and hitting the radio waves. How could it be so complicated for Manager Lin?
"Ignore her?"
Lin Yue picked up the cigarette case on the table, took one out and lit it up to his mouth: "Go to Bangjiawei."
"Are you looking for Lao Sun?"
"right."
"That's right. I don't know how the matter of finding explosives went."
Hu Liang muttered something, got back into the driver's seat, sat down, started the car engine and drove towards the canteen of the Bangjiawei chain aircraft carrier flagship store, the largest in Ji'an.
Uh, no, supermarket.
…
Twenty minutes later.
When Lin Yue got out of the big car with Xia Hou in his arms, Lao Suntou, the former sewing machine band equipment sponsor, was standing outside the supermarket to greet him wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with the word "Bangjiawei" printed on it.
"Old Suntou, this is what you said, treat me to dinner tonight, a big meal!" Hu Liang closed the car door with a bang.
Lin Yue looked back and thought, oh, this guy put on his former team uniform at some point.
"Okay, I'll treat you to a meal. I'll treat you to a meal." Old Suntou looked at Lin Yue with a smile: "This is Manager Lin, hello, my humble Sun Dali."
Lin Yue reached out and shook his hand: "Hello."
Hu Liang had talked to him on the phone before about reorganizing the band, so there was no need to introduce himself too much, although strictly speaking, this was the first time the two of them had met.
"Quick, don't stand here, let's go inside and talk." Old Sun waved back.
Lin Yue looked up and saw, oh, his supermarket is really not small. There are at least four units on the first floor of the shop along the street in the back. The signboard with red background and white letters can be said to be consistent. It looks quite impressive, even from the canteen. From a perspective, it can indeed be regarded as an aircraft carrier.
"Hello, Mr. Sun."
"Hello, Mr. Sun."
As soon as I walked in, the two little girls at the cashier greeted me warmly.
"Okay, okay." Lao Suntou responded to them kindly.
Hu Liang touched Lin Yue's arm from behind: "Brother Yue, how are you? Not bad."
"What's good?"
"There are two little girls at the door. If you like them, I'll ask Lao Suntou to introduce them to you."
"How old am I and how old are they? Are they twenty?"
"You don't understand this. This is a rock and roll city. Who doesn't have the heart to pursue their dreams? If they know you are BJ's big manager, why don't they pounce on you?"
"Hu Liang, no one said your head looks like a toilet?"
The big pie face was stunned for a moment, feeling a little familiar.
Over there, Lin Yue had already carried Xia Hou up to the second floor.
There is an office area near the stairs, and beyond that is a warehouse where goods are stacked.
He took a look at the Shar-Pei squatting in the corner, and sat down on the sofa under the guidance of Lao Sun.
There is a desk in front of the window and a drum set next to it. It looks like he practices a lot.
"Mr. Sun..."
When Lin Yue opened his mouth, Lao Suntou quickly waved his hand: "Manager Lin, don't shout like that, it sounds awkward, just call me Lao Sun."
Yes, the little girl below called him Mr. Sun and looked proud, but when he came to his place, he felt awkward.
Of course Lin Yue would not say what he was thinking: "Then you can also call me Xiao Lin."
"Okay." Lao Suntou agreed simply.
At this time, Lili walked in from the outside, walked to Lin Yue's feet with her nose twitching, and grinned at Xia Houyi in his arms: "Woof, woof woof..."
"Lili, what are you doing? Don't bark." Lao Suntou was afraid that it would scare the black cat, so he quickly shouted to stop it.
The Shar-Pei muted his voice, but his expression did not change, his eyes remained unchanged, and his body did not move. He made no secret of his hostility towards the black cat that had intruded into his territory.
Thump thump thump…
At this time, there was a dull sound of footsteps from behind, and Hu Liang's face appeared at the top of the stairs.
"I'm telling you, Lao Suntou, you're a good new girl in the canteen, she's really cool."
"Go, go, go, what's a canteen? It's a supermarket, a supermarket chain." One of the things that Sun Dali hates the most is that others call Bangjiawei a canteen, even though he did start his business by opening a canteen.
"Hehe." Hu Liang ignored him and sat down next to Lin Yue: "I'm telling you, you came up early just now..."
Lin Yue didn't let him finish. He turned to look at Old Sun and said, "Old Sun, didn't you say you found explosives? Where are the people?"
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