Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 330 Flash Mob (Part ) (Please vote, please subscribe)

The appearance of Don Qiao attracted the attention of most people nearby.

Even in this era when flash mobs are no longer uncommon, on the streets of London, this dignified, majestic, and lustrous dark green from China gives people a sense of surprise, just like those cool and handsome people. The charming bitch in the sky is completely incomparable.

To use an inappropriate metaphor, when Zhen Huan passed by Anlingrong Yanxi Palace, the gap between the palace empress and the senior technicians was clear at a glance.

And this empress of the palace also has her own unique skills!

The moment Tang Qiao took off his windbreaker, a bamboo flute in the key of C appeared in his hand. There was a pickup next to the bamboo flute's blow hole.

Just as Tang Qiao lifted the flute to his mouth, the two workers who had just placed the roadblock returned to the pickup truck and worked together to lift the tarp on the back pocket.

Suddenly, a drum set, electric guitar, stereo and other musical instruments appeared in front of everyone.

Before everyone could scream in surprise, the two took off their helmets, overalls and canvas jackets, revealing cotton and linen Tang suits with stand-up collars underneath. Then they turned over and jumped into the back of the pickup truck.

The short-haired Li Li picked up an electric guitar. When Tang Qiao played the first note, Li Li picked up the electric guitar and played the chords that had the charm of a guqin.

For a time, music could be heard from the door of the George Club, from the electric maintenance pickup truck, and from the double-decker bus.

As soon as the bamboo flute sounded, the vision of a celestial spirit appeared in everyone's minds.

Looking at Tang Qiao at this time, he appeared in a dark green cheongsam, which was extremely eye-catching on the streets of a foreign country.

In addition to the bamboo flute performances that they could only see on TV, the Internet, or in concert halls, everyone took out their mobile phones and started filming.

The quarreling has stopped, and no one wants anything to disturb them from watching this audio-visual feast.

There is only one exception, and that is the clerk at the entrance of the M brand store.

If she thought the moment of chaos was just a coincidence, then she was almost certain that this scene was a premeditated flash mob targeting their M brand.

Moreover, she could guess the intention of this flash mob without any explanation. Apart from mocking the M brand, there was no other possibility.

"They must be stopped, otherwise..."

Just when she was about to step forward to stop him, the Chinese passerby who was beside her just now and was about to identify her stepped forward to block her way.

At the same time, the secret door of the club jewelry store was opened, and George walked out pushing a big drum. When the drum head coincided with the projection of the Rolling Stones logo, another Chinese face emerged from the crowd and took off his long trousers. After taking off his down jacket, he revealed the goose-yellow martial arts training uniform underneath.

He walked to the big drum in a few steps, took off the drumstick at the stop where the flute sound weakened, and followed it with a percussion rhythm that gradually weakened from strong to strong. This person is none other than Xie Xinyan!

The clerk saw that there were already three people coming out, and there would be more at the top of the pit behind. She couldn't stop it by herself, so she hurried back to the store to ask for help from her colleagues and the store manager.

As soon as the big drum sounded, the momentum became even louder. Not only did the crowd at the entrance of the M brand stop moving, but even the passers-by on the sidewalk across the road stopped and watched.

At the same time, more than a dozen cameras, including drones, began to record every detail of the flash mob from different angles.

At this time, the sound of the flute dissipated. After three consecutive sets of "dong dong" sounds, Dayong, who was already on the pickup truck, hit a fill-in with the drum stick in his hand, and the sound of the bamboo flute from Tang Qiao's mouth started again.

At the same time, a "passing" bald man also climbed into the back of a pickup truck, picked up the bass and started playing the root notes along with Dayong's drumbeat.

Although the bamboo flute is almost exactly the same as the previous melody, the addition of bass drum and drum set adds a majestic and majestic meaning to the original fairy spirit.

At this time, on the second floor of the bus, everyone at DGM applauded and said, "If there are no mistakes in this flash mob, it can be used as the MV for this song!"

It was Olaf who said this. At this time, he was in front of the mixer installed on the bus, controlling all the audio signals transmitted through the wireless pickup, and accurately controlling the output of each audio track.

After hearing this, Adams shook his head and said: "Even if we use it, we have to get rid of all the M brand store signs. What I know is that the Rolling Stones and Mr. I'm promoting M. They don't pay for advertising, so why should I expose it to them?"

When Olaf heard this, he was thinking: "Maybe in the end, the M brand will pay to buy out this video and stop its spread within the time limit. But when it comes to this, M No matter how much money we pay here, the Rolling Stones won’t sell it.”

As soon as he was distracted for a moment, the prelude to these two paragraphs was about to come to an end.

I saw two more people jumping out of the front door of the bus.

One of them also took off his long down jacket and took off his woolen hat.

In an instant, a waterfall of long hair was blown away by the wind, and he appeared in front of everyone wearing a dark blue man's robe. Who else could this person be except Bian Lang?

This look combines Chinese classical aesthetics, giving his heroic beauty a uniquely Chinese temperament.

Under such circumstances, it would not be an exaggeration for Bian Lang to say "Young Master is unparalleled in the world"!

The passers-by who stopped all exclaimed and cheered:

"Oh! Is this the hero from the Chinese story? Is he going to give us a piece of Chinese Kung Fu next?"

"The Chinese people's flash mob. The flute just now gave me goosebumps. What kind of amazing performance is this actor going to give us..."

"Looking at their configuration and instruments, they must be a rock band, but I don't know what songs they will sing..."

The other person was naturally Hua Yan. He was dressed in a new Chinese style and followed Bian Lang with a wireless shoulder keyboard.

At this point, an enhanced version of the Rolling Stones finally made a high-profile appearance on Oxford Street in such an unexpected way. At this time, not only passers-by, but also the customers shopping nearby and in the opposite store, as well as the staff serving them, also looked at him.

Oxford Street is a shopping mall in the West End of London. The frequency of flash mobs here is definitely not low, but with all Chinese people and the addition of a rock band pop-up with Chinese ethnic instruments, it is definitely the first of its kind.

Amiri's store is diagonally across the road, and their store clerk is one of the few people who knows about this.

When a customer asked if the M brand hired these Chinese people, one of the store clerks replied: "With the arrogance of those Gauls, how could they possibly do anything to make up for their mistakes. They don't even have the consciousness to admit their mistakes. No."

When these young customers heard that there was a story, they became more and more curious about this flash mob.

"Then why did they have a flash mob in front of the M brand?"

Seeing that the customer's interest was aroused, Amiri's clerk continued: "If you are interested, you can search online for videos of M brand treating Chinese customers differently..."

At the same time, George, the porter, appeared again. He quickly ran to the pickup truck, removed an unused microphone stand from it, and placed it in the middle of the area isolated by roadblocks.

Then Bian Lang lifted the hem of his gown, strode to the microphone stand, played the bamboo flute as the main intro, and at the end of the prelude, he sang in a very positive pronunciation:

"From the waves that have crossed five thousand miles, or from the city wall that needs to be rebuilt, the yellow color after all the history has faded, gathered into the sunset and dyed my body..."

Backed by the main drum set, Bian Lang sang from F#3 to D#4 at the vibrato ending.

Facing the surprised and bewildered passers-by, Bian Lang sang with sonorous and powerful words, his eyes were firm and confident, and the national self-esteem and pride revealed in his bones made foreigners who could not understand the lyrics even , and all of them admired them.

"I have never heard a song like that before. After the performance here is over, I will definitely go online to find a single loop."

"The singing is so powerful, it feels like it's not inferior to heavy metal or Viking folk songs..."

While everyone was talking, Bian Lang, who had finished singing a verse, took off the microphone from the microphone stand and strode forward, leaving the C position to Tang Qiao, who played the bamboo flute again.

The sound of the bamboo flute with the same melody as the prelude started again, and the jade pendant on the wooden hairpin on Tang Qiao's bun swayed in the air with the rhythm.

It feels like the notes of the bamboo flute are like the wind. When passing through the crowd forming a "jungle", it gives people a sense of beauty that "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not whistle and walk slowly."

Looking at the people wandering around the field, there is also a kind of calmness and magnanimity: "The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? I can live my whole life in the misty rain...".

Although there were not many Chinese people present, when the lyrics and the music were sung in a foreign country, the ignition of their hearts was beyond their control.

Whether it turns into tears or angry roars, they express their recognition and respect for Bian Lang, the Rolling Stones, and this song.

Ma Rui, who was in the crowd, held up her mobile phone with one hand and wiped her tears with the other, and started to "curse" in her heart: "Bian Lang, you were quiet when you were in college, and you were silent for so many years after graduation, and now you are suddenly abroad. How can we Chinese people tolerate singing this kind of song out of nowhere?"

At the same time, she became more and more curious about what Bian Lang had experienced in these years of silence after graduation. Only in this period of explosion can he show the world an omnipotent rock and roll talent!

Holly, who was on the second floor of the bus, saw this scene and became even more determined about the importance of his gamble.

Follow this flash mob to complete the article, let the designer make a small series of clothing that integrates Chinese style, and make a high-profile appearance in conjunction with the Rolling Stones and this song. This sales volume is probably not needed at all in China. Sad.

　I would like to apologize to all readers. I attended two performances over the weekend and had no time to type, so I used up all the remaining manuscripts I had. I originally thought about coming back on Sunday night to catch up, but I obviously overestimated my hand speed.

　　The missing chapters will be made up within today!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)