Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 485 Conflict
At the same time, Zhang Ting and others were worshiping in front of Xiu Jieke's tomb in the Qingxi Mausoleum area.

Zhang Ting has not been here for many years, and this is somewhat different from his memory.

The location has not changed, but the tombstone has been replaced with Fuding black granite.

The epitaph contains a lyric from their band Bloom: "Withering is for the sake of blooming again!"

"Jieke, we came to see you. Are you okay there? We will hold a commemorative performance for you at Jingwei Reclamation today..."

Zhang Ting muttered sadly while pulling away the weeds in front of his grave.

Ding Tong took out a record sample that had not yet been officially released, placed it in front of the stone incense burner, and then said: "We have met a new friend named Bian Lang, who is also our boss. He wrote two songs for you. It’s all in, please listen carefully. Today’s performance was only possible because of him.

I’ll record tonight’s performance for you and send it to you later…”

The bassist of Blooming Blossom started to chatter while placing the cigarettes, wine, sweets and tea: "Jieke, Lao Ding and Lao Zhang want to reorganize the band, but I feel that without you, it's like missing the soul. Maybe after this performance One game, let’s think about it again…”

The drummer rubbed the words on the epitaph without saying anything, just knowing that there were tears.

"Kaizi, are you drifting?"

"That's it? When you come to Chuncheng, I'll take you to Dounan Flower Market. If you just look at it, they'll be sold by the pound."

Huang Kai happened to stroll out to pick someone up, and the brother also sighed with emotion: "Just for the word "prosperity", these flowers must cost tens of thousands, right?"

Huang Kai was not happy at this moment, and deliberately raised his voice and said: "Get some wheat and fire geese. It will cost hundreds of dollars to look at the wilted garbage. This flower material is only a few dozen yuan in Spring City." After finishing speaking. So I took my friends and walked into Jingwei Reclamation without recognizing any relatives.

After Hu Chen received the call from the urban management team leader, he pretended to be aggrieved: "Captain Jia, you have to make the decision on this matter for me. I have completed all the formalities for filing and approval in advance. The same goes for setting up rows and racks. We strictly abide by the regulations. If you don’t believe it, just bring your brothers over to see it. If there is any irregularity, you can remove it immediately!”

"Just find someone to collect those white flowers, so..."

But as a result, the flower shop across the street was not happy. They were just opening, and the place was like a memorial service. Everyone who saw it felt a little disgusted.

At this time, on Zhangzizhong Road, at the gates of Jingwei Reclamation and Fanhua, people from the event company had already come over and started to set up the inkjet canvas.

So before notifying Oulu, he directly called the urban management and street office to report the matter.

The spray painting at the door here is a black and white back photo of Xiu Jieke. Below it is written to commemorate Xiu Jieke's "Gift" rock concert. The simple and elegant black and white style forms a sharp contrast with the opposite!

But since he went to Spring City, when he returned to BJ and saw this scene, he felt that the people of BJ were a little pitiful.

After lunch, I don’t know if it was organized or spontaneous, but blooming music fans came over one after another and took photos here. Some even placed a white chrysanthemum next to the spray painting, making it a bit like a memorial service. .

"If you don't believe me, go and ask other people. One time, that guy Hua Yan and I went to buy flowers for his girlfriend. We bought a trunk full of roses with a budget of 300 yuan..."

You took your young life away, but you sprinkled the earth with gold, because music will last forever
It was past 11 o'clock when they came out. When they were leaning against the car and smoking, Zhang Ting was the first to speak: "Think again, start the band again, don't let Jie Ke laugh at us."

If it had been done before, Huang Kai would have nodded in agreement and said at the same time: "It's all money."

The drummer didn't say anything, but the bassist nodded and said: "Let's perform tonight well first, and I will seriously consider the rest."

It's just that Fanhua is open for business, and all the singers who can come under it appear on the spray painting, coupled with the "wedding"-like flower brocade, people passing by will stop and take a look, and then say: "Then What a real flower, it’s really worth spending money on!”

The tomb of the original Zhang Ju is also in the Qingxi Mausoleum area. Bian Lang has never been there, but he heard the epitaph written by his third brother:
Compared with the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, you are a descendant, and compared with the five-thousand-year-old ancient civilization, you are a newcomer, but the "Tang Dynasty" created by you and your colleagues used your pioneering actions to prove to the world that you are a generation of musicians... …

Of course Captain Jia knew that Hu Chen would not be caught with pigtails. Someone who has been able to open a bar on Zhangzizhong Road for so many years would not make a mistake in this kind of thing, otherwise he would have been kicked out by the aunties of the neighborhood committee.

At this time, a man delivering a flower basket for the opening happened to be passing by. Hearing Huang Kai's words, he rolled his eyes at him as if he were a fool.

But a group of rock players really don't mind this. Even Liu Yao and the others who came to rehearse in the afternoon came with Baihua.

Before Captain Jia finished speaking, Hu Chen became dissatisfied: "Captain Jia, it's not appropriate for me to do this immoral thing. It's to commemorate the late musician, so I'll just do it to others. That's too unfair." That makes sense. How about you bring your brothers over..."

"Hey! I said Hu Chen, you're a slick guy, is it suitable for you to work as a city manager?"

Hu Chen muttered in his heart: "What are you urban management officers doing that is not suitable? If you start to work for a small life, I can just airdrop you!" But he said: "It's not suitable, then why don't I go to the neighborhood committee to manage street sanitation, Aunt Liu?" Surrender yourself?"

Faced with Hu Chen's somewhat rogue response, Captain Jia had no choice but to say, "You can figure it out yourself. Anyway, if someone complains, we will conduct a routine inspection. When the time comes..."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you here!"

After hanging up the phone, Hu Chen carried a bench and went out. He planned to lead people to guard there personally. It would be hard for anyone who was legal and compliant like him to do it. Whether he hates it or not is the next best thing. He himself was once a fan of Blooming music.

When I arrived in front of the spray painting, I saw a few music fans standing there after the group photo was finished, and they had an eye-to-eye confrontation with a few people wearing black vests opposite. Hu Chen went up and asked what was going on.

"Those people across the street are going to come over and throw the flowers for Jie Ke into the trash can when we're not paying attention..."

As soon as Hu Chen heard this, he shouted directly to the other side: "You guys come over here and try one more time? I, Hu Chen, have stopped talking. No one can touch these things before Xiu Jieke's parents come over. If you try again Yes, I see you have quite a few flower baskets!”

The people on the other side felt quite cowardly. They didn’t even dare to say anything even after Hu Chen’s words got so loud.

Seeing this, Hu Chen said to his staff: "Go and get some food and drink for these brothers, and then you can stay here and call me if you can't figure it out."

When he finished speaking and was about to turn around, Aunt Liu wearing red sleeves came over with several sisters.

Seeing the situation at the scene, Aunt Liu smashed her words and said, "Xiao Hu, are you thinking this is a memorial service?"

"No way, this guitar player..." Hu Chen pointed to the back of Xiu Jieke on the spray painting and continued: "It has been more than 20 years ago, and today is a commemorative performance at my place. Their family will come over later. Yes, it’s the mutton shabu restaurant in Mao’er Hutong. You should have tried it. Their lamb meat comes here by plane..."

Hu Chen gave full play to BJ Kanye's characteristics, and he didn't care whether Aunt Liu knew him or not, and whether he had eaten there or not. I didn't expect Aunt Liu to be more talkative than him: "Really? I've never eaten mutton, but I saw it when I passed by. Is it a shop opened by an old couple? I think they are not very old, why do they have such hair? It’s all white. It turns out that the white-haired person gave it to the black-haired person. By the way, how did this child get away?”

"Car accident!" Hu Chen only knew that it was an accident. He didn't know what it was specifically, but he knew exactly what Aunt Liu wanted to ask.

Sure enough, after hearing that he did not die because of bad things, Aunt Liu said with regret: "What a poor child, it's hard for the old couple. Then you should be careful and don't litter..."

"Yeah, yeah!" Hu Chen nodded like a fool. He turned around and saw the person opposite throwing cigarette butts, so he complained smoothly: "Director Liu, look where someone is throwing cigarette butts..."

At this moment, Aunt Liu and her group immediately rolled up their sleeves and walked over.

"Hey! Young man, you are still young when you try these tricks with me!" He cursed in his mind and turned around and entered the bar.

Although it is not open to the public today, it has been promoted for so many days. Many Blooming Music fans at BJ came over even if they did not have tickets to enter the venue. So after Zhang Ting and the others came back and saw this scene, they discussed with Hu Chen to move out some photos and other exhibits that were originally placed in the bar.

Then a few people stood at the door to communicate, sign autographs, take photos with the music fans, and receive the bouquets sent to Xiu Jieke from the fans.

Some music fans only heard about this today. They traveled through most of BJ City, put down the white roses in a hurry, took a photo and left.

Some of them are specially sent by errands!
At about 4 o'clock, the scene at the entrance of Jingwei Reclamation was almost like a small memorial service.

Ou Lu hasn't come here yet, but he has already received a report from the store manager. Although he can understand this behavior of music fans, he does not accept it because today is the big day for the opening of the bar.

He first called Hu Chen, and after receiving the reply "Nothing can be done!", he asked the store manager to use his own methods.

As a result, around five o'clock, a group of about 20 middle-aged men and women who looked like out-of-town tourist groups appeared at the gate of Jingwei Reclamation. No matter how the waiters at the door explained, they just refused to leave. They were clamoring to go in and make purchases. If they were not allowed in, they would report it.

Normally, Hu Chen would have had many ways to deal with these people slowly. With his temper, even if he tried to close the business tonight, he would still send these people in 24 hours a day. But not tonight. This is a big day for BJ and even the Chinese rock circle. If there is a big fuss and the performance cannot be performed in the end, it will not only be Hu Chen’s face, Jingwei’s signature, but also the faces of BJ rock veterans. It's all going to fall to the ground.

So he endured the anger in his heart and walked out of the bar with two bags of heavy nine. The commander and Pan Jianhu came out with him.

The three of them didn't say anything at first. After observing for a few minutes and locking the target, Hu Chen went up and dispersed a circle of smoke, then revealed his identity as the boss and hugged one of the guys who was not tall but looked very thief with his eyes. Just take it behind the bar.

Just when the man was about to shout, Pan Jianhu and the commander came up and held one of his hands. Hu Chen put the cigarette shell under his ribs and said softly: "Brother, I'm just asking for money. Don't go into the hospital. It's not good." ”

The man's expression immediately changed and he didn't say anything, allowing the three of them to get him to a deserted place behind the bar.

After the two men let him go, Hu Chen let go and gave him a piece of smoke: "Brother, I won't ask you who did this. How much he gives you, I will add 5%, and you let him go." How about it?"

"I'm sorry, boss, I don't understand what you are saying. We are just here for a trip, and we just want to go in and sit and have a drink. Who knew you BJ people would actually bully us from out of town like this? This tone..."

"Double!"

"Boss, I still don't understand what you are talking about..."

"Twice as many of you..."

"300 per person, 23..."

"Commander calls the police..."

As Hu Chen said this, he took out his phone and shook it, only to see the recording timer on the screen.

Seeing this scene, the man's face turned green, and then he started shouting: "Boss, everyone is looking for money. If you cut off your brother's path today, in the future this street..."

After hearing such words, Hu Chen was not worried at all. The leader of the "ruffians, hooligans, and bullies" on this street is Aunt Liu. He has been protected by Aunt Liu for the past 20 years, so...

At this time, Pan Jianhu, who had been silent, smelled the faint smell of disinfectant on the man's body, and said directly: "You are a medical troublemaker, right? I'll give you two ways, or the person taking you now should leave quickly. , or just wait for the police to come. We have been playing on this street for decades, and it would be a joke if we were really frightened by you outsiders..."

Just when the leader wanted to retreat and give in, chaos broke out again at the door of the bar.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the three of them turned their heads and didn't notice his gap, the leader ducked forward and ran forward.

When Hu Chen and others chased them to the door, they found Bian Lang and Liu Yao coming out of the bar. Someone immediately recognized Liu Yao, and then shouted to take a group photo, and Liu Yao led the crowd to the spray painting.

As for Bian Lang, he slipped out a man from the team who was wearing a sun hat and a mask, and who looked like he had a lot of photography equipment hidden on his body.

When he reached the side of the bar, Lao Deng quickly took off his mask and said, "Oh, how did you recognize me?"

Bian Lang just thought that this person seemed to have seen him before, and he was not sure that it was Lao Deng. When he saw that he was the paparazzi he met in the alley of Baihua Deep, he couldn't help but frown: "How much did the other side give you?"

"300 yuan each, it's all medical trouble! Don't get me wrong, I'm not the same group as them. I just met them in the alley in front of me, and I followed them in. There are photos and recordings..." said Then he took out a recording pen from his pocket and handed it to Bian Lang.

"Oh, thanks, brother, I'll get you a work permit later..."

"It's such a good relationship. I spent 5K on the ticket, and now I can double it if I change hands!"

Hearing this, Bianlang didn't mean to go back on his word, but said to Lao Deng very seriously: "Brother, tonight there are all big guys in the rock circle. You also know that these people together can easily be ignored by the mainstream media. We are waiting for you. If you meet your colleagues tonight, please let us know."

Speaking of this, Lao Deng suddenly realized and said: "Someone just offered you a high price to collect the dirty information about your infield performance tonight. I feel that you are being targeted by the other party!"

Bian Lang looked at Fanhua's gaudy door, patted Lao Deng on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for reminding me. But we are just a bunch of music players, and we don't follow the path of idols. If you have to pay attention to yourself at all times, If you don’t make mistakes in your words and deeds, then why are you having fun..."

Lao Deng thought about it for a while and found out that it was indeed the case, and then said to Bian Lang: "The lineup on the opposite side tonight is not simple either. The ones with the best noses in our profession have all been invited. There will definitely be a lot of competition by then. In comparison...Zizhong Road is really busy tonight!"

Bian Lang thought about the guests he had invited, and then said to Lao Deng: "Don't worry, we will definitely make a lot of money for you here tonight!"

(End of this chapter)