"Listen to the bad ones first." Xixi raised her hand and said. Just like she always likes to save the delicious food for last, there is a saying called "after all the hardships, the joy comes". This is an idiom he just learned last month.
"Listen to what's good first, what's good first." Hu Liang objected.
Lin Yue picked up the thermos cup on the table, took a sip of water and said, "The good news is that the city will hold a party at the cultural center the day after tomorrow to celebrate winning the title of National Sanitary City. The leader of the Yisheng Pharmaceutical Promotion Department contacted us. The organizer promised to give us the opportunity to perform on stage."
When several people heard this, they showed excited expressions on their faces. They did not go to the party when the big guitar was dismantled. Although the big guitar is gone now and there is no urgency to meet with the city leaders, they still need to know that they can participate in the city party. The activity itself is an affirmation of the band’s strength.
"What about the bad news?" As Sun Tong spoke, he handed Old Sun a piece of tissue to wipe his sweat.
"The bad news is they only gave us time for one song."
"A song will do." Hu Liang said, "This is not bad news."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yue's face changed slightly: "Who put wolfberry in my cup?" Just now, he ate a small red berry, which was very sweet.
Sun Tong said openly and honestly: "I put it away. When I was helping my dad make wolfberry tea, I threw a few pills into your cup to replenish your energy."
The scene was a little awkward.
Yang Shuangshu picked up the glasses beside him, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped them.
Hu Liang looked at Lin Yue and then at Sun Tong, with a confused look on his face.
Lin Yue glanced at Lao Sun. The guy's expression was very natural, as if he didn't hear what you just said.
"..."
Now, it seems that I am in trouble.
…
Five days later.
BJ.
After recording a song, Lei Qiaoqiao took the coffee handed by his assistant, put it to his mouth and took a sip. He looked at the members of the Blue Band who came out of the recording studio and said, "By the way, do you have any news about Lin Yue? "
Sun Lei shook his head: "What are you looking for him for?"
"He didn't take away some of his personal belongings. I want to ask him if he still wants them. If not, just throw them away." Lei Qiaoqiao said expressionlessly. Last time, Lin Yue threw his ID card in Wang Yansheng's face and left. So far, His personal belongings were still piled up on his desk. A new person would join the company the day after tomorrow. Wang Yansheng told her to handle this matter as soon as possible.
Sun Lei asked again: "Don't you have his WeChat account?"
Lei Qiaoqiao was silent for a moment and said: "I deleted it. If any of you have his WeChat account, please send me his business card."
None of the four members of the Blue Band answered the call.
“You also deleted his WeChat account?”
"..."
At this time, the assistant who was responsible for serving tea and water said: "I have his."
"Are you going back to your hometown?" Lei Qiaoqiao was not surprised. This city has an influx of people every day, and a sea of people leaving every day. In her eyes, Lin Yue is no different from ordinary Beipiao.
"It seems... we are going to the northeast, a small town called Ji'an."
"Northeast? Ji'an? What is he doing there?"
This is also what the four members of the Blue Band want to know.
The assistant walked over with his mobile phone, found Lin Yue's WeChat account, and clicked on the circle of friends. Videos of more than ten seconds were arranged from top to bottom.
There is a picture of the band's big-faced lead singer who is constipated...oh no, his affectionate face. There is a picture of a primary school student flexibly pressing the electronic keyboard while shaking his head, and there are also pictures of him playing the drum set taken by others.
Manager Lin went to Ji'an to play drums? Moreover, it looks very professional.
Lai Xiaoou's face was a little ugly, because he was the drummer in the Blue Band, and the level shown by Lin Yue in the video was no worse than him.
The key is that he knows very well that the previous manager Lin can't play an instrument at all and can only play one or two simple songs on the guitar.
"What is this? A country concert? Who watches this kind of thing."
There was a strong sourness in Lai Xiaoou's words. In their opinion, only Lin Yue could see past the old and young in the Sewing Machine Band, the crooked melons and the cracked dates.
There are thousands to thousands of shabby bands in small counties like this in the country. As BJ's slightly famous manager, Lin Yue hangs out with a group of country bumpkins. How do you say that?
Willing to fall.
Yes, it is self-destruction!
The little assistant's expression was a little weird. He returned to the desktop, clicked on Kuaishou Video next to the shopping software, flipped through the favorites bar, and found a video.
"This is a video someone uploaded yesterday."
With the monotonous lighting combination, the dull background wall, and the outdated venue layout, you could tell at a glance that it was a party held by a small county government.
The big-faced guy on the stage with his self-righteous pigtails sang "Autumn's cry, the boring evening breeze..."
It’s just a song, and it was performed on a stage in a small county town. However, in less than 2 days after the video was uploaded, it had nearly 600,000 views and over 100,000 likes.
What is this concept?
You must know that the number of users of Kuaishou Video is far less than that of Weibo and WeChat.
"How is this possible?" Lai Xiaoou said, "The data has been brushed. They must have brushed the data."
"I don't know whether the data was refreshed or not, but the Sewing Machine Band told a good story." The assistant looked at Lai Xiaoou and said, with a trace of imperceptible disdain in his eyes.
Who in the company didn't know that it was Lin Yue who discovered them and gave them correct guidance, so that the Blue Band could stand out in the music industry. Now that they have become famous, they cooperated with Wang Yansheng to kick off Manager Lin, and even deleted their WeChat account afterwards. , This person... really forgets his roots.
"They told a good story? What do you mean?" From the perspective of an agent, Lei Qiaoqiao asked a very critical question.
The assistant glanced at this woman who rose to the top by sacrificing her appearance: "Sewing Machine Band, you can find out by searching on the Internet."
After hearing her answer, Lei Qiaoqiao actually opened the browser and entered "Sewing Machine Band" and pressed the search key.
A minute later, after reading the content of a post, her face became very gloomy.
The cheap master taught her a lesson with practical actions - a band with a story and a deep topic is more likely to win the favor of the audience.
…
Ah sneeze, ah sneeze~
Lin Yue sneezed twice in a row and whispered which bastard was scolding me behind my back, it must be Hu Liang.
This time he really wronged Hu Liang. The person who scolded him was as far away as Shanhaiguan. In fact, he really had no intention of teaching a lesson to his young apprentice who had only been in the industry for more than half a year. But if he had to be smart and eager to learn, there was nothing he could do about it. .
"What's wrong with you? Do you have a cold?"
"Ah, I'm a little uncomfortable with the weather in the Northeast. It's cold. Why does it feel like winter has arrived all of a sudden?"
"Then eat it while it's hot. It will warm you up after eating it."
Lin Yue took the pancakes handed over by the young woman, glanced at the three characters "Pancake Man" on the window of the pancake stall and said, "How much?"
The young woman said: "Five yuan."
Lin Yue was puzzled: "Isn't the top price six yuan?"
The young woman said: "Six yuan for others, five yuan for you."
"Why?"
"My son likes to watch your performances. How about this reason?"
Lin Yue shook his head and smiled, scanned the QR code to pay five yuan, and left with the pancakes.
Hu Liang ran out early in the morning and hasn't come back yet. Lin Yue finished eating pancakes and went to the supermarket near the garage to buy a bottle of water. As he was walking back, he looked up and saw a man standing at the intersection. The woman is wearing a blue-gray denim jacket, a black skirt and black leggings.
It's Ding Jianguo.
How did she get here?
You have to know that the car repair shop is far away from where she works, and her daily life basically does not touch this area.
A smile appeared on Lin Yue's lips. The Sewing Machine Band played her song at the previous celebration. The audience didn't know what it meant, but he believed that the smart girl must know what they meant.
He closed the cap of the mineral water bottle and was about to step forward to say hello to her when he suddenly saw a black car rushing out, turning that way, and suddenly stopped beside Ding Jianguo.
