Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 900 The Rolling Stones in Red Square! The Rolling Stones in Red Square!
Ambassador Qin's words made his attitude very clear. Although Bian Lang didn't know why this situation had occurred, it was enough that it was beneficial to both him and Rolling Stone.

As for how to express gratitude, saying "only by serving the country with one's own life" is a bit presumptuous, but to be able to play rock music at a world-class level as a Chinese person, that is the limit of his ability to go against the grain.

Then he swept through all sorts of awards. Although it couldn't compare to the contributions of military and high-tech enterprises to the country, he felt confident in his ability to export culture.

Ambassador Qin patted Bian Lang on the arm and beckoned him to the Katyusha missile launcher vehicle to take a photo with the Rolling Stone logo. Then he went to talk to Isinbayeva.

Bian Lang and his team also began their final rehearsal...

The rehearsal ended just past noon, but many music fans from out of town had already begun to gather in Red Square to wait.

Having also experienced Red Square, Fimos looked at the situation and compared it with their own tour experience, feeling that the difference was a bit too great, and he needed to calm down.

Ambassador Qin and Isinbayeva didn't talk for long before Ambassador Qin and his entourage headed away to attend to other matters. However, as they reached the edge of Red Square, the sound of an accordion emanating from a crowd abruptly stopped them in their tracks.

After pausing to listen attentively for a few seconds, Ambassador Qin asked his secretary, "Is this 'Katyusha'?"

"Yes, Ambassador Qin. Actually, ever since Rolling Stone authorized those two songs to be recorded for Ms. Isinbayeva, the street artists here have really enjoyed playing them. It's just that you might not have had the chance to hear them when you're out and about!"

After hearing his secretary's explanation, Ambassador Qin felt that there was more support from both the European public and government in his efforts to help Bian Lang.

The current situation is quite delicate. The relationship between these foreign affairs departments and certain people in the country is somewhat similar to that between civil officials and military generals in ancient times.

Ambassador Qin shook his head, banishing the somewhat pointless thought from his mind. He then instructed his entourage to prepare the recording equipment and squeezed his way into the crowd from the edge.

Upon seeing that there was professional filming equipment following them, and that these people all had Chinese faces, the surrounding Russians, who were fighting amongst themselves, politely made way for Ambassador Qin and his entourage to go inside.

When they entered the innermost circle, they saw an elderly man with gray hair wearing an old Soviet military uniform, who was playing the accordion with his eyes closed and a look of enjoyment on his face.

The girl beside him, dressed in the traditional clothing of the fighting nation, the Saravan, was singing with great emotion: "ВыходиланаберегКатюша, Навысокийберег,

накрутой.ВыходиланаберегКатюша…” As the song reached its climax, the surrounding spectators joined in singing along.

As for Ambassador Qin, he joined in the singing, but he sang the Mandarin version: "Katyusha stands on the steep shore, her song like the bright spring sunshine..."

When the song ended, the applause and rubles were the best recognition of the performance, both for the work itself and for the performers.

Ambassador Qin naturally also offered rubles to express his full approval of the performance.

At this moment, the old man playing the accordion opened his eyes and saw Ambassador Qin and his group. His eyes lit up immediately. He was no ordinary passerby with little experience; judging from their clothing and demeanor, he could guess the identities of Ambassador Qin and his entourage.

"Thank you for your songs, friends of China!"

This proactive gesture of goodwill naturally provided Ambassador Qin with material for his filming.

"I will convey your thanks to Bian Lang for your performance, which allowed Bian Lang's songs to take root and flourish here!"

The old man understood what he meant, stood up, and pointed towards the Red Square, saying, "You really know Wave? That's wonderful! My granddaughter and I couldn't get tickets to go in, so we're performing his songs here as a way of supporting him!"

The old man's words were more impressive than those of a professional actor with a script. After Ambassador Qin took a photo with them, he had his secretary give the couple and the grandfather and grandson two tickets.

"I hope you can go inside and experience the music of the Rolling Stones and Bian Lang up close!"

Inspired by this street artist, Ambassador Qin naturally thought of finding material from this breakthrough, so he left a team behind to film while he took the rest of the staff to handle other matters.

Street performers like this grandfather and grandson duo are quite numerous around Red Square today.

Take the performance of "Katyusha" for example. There are not only traditional accordion versions, but also versions adapted for violin. Listening to the melodious and poignant violin version of "Katyusha", reporter Song felt that everything he saw and heard was material for viral hits.

Not only "Katyusha," but also "The Internationale" is performed by street performers, although "The Internationale" is not performed by just one or two people. Some are trios with instruments and lead singers, while others are small choirs.

It gives the impression that this might not be the capital of some European country, but rather a Chinese enclave abroad, the hometown of musician Bian Lang. The last time reporter Song had this feeling was when she went to Vienna for an interview.

It felt like all the music I heard on the streets of Vienna was Beethoven.

Reporter Song went from stall to stall, interviewing and giving tips, and almost two hours had passed by the time he finished walking through the area. Just as he was about to take a break and clear his head to organize his thoughts for the next part, a commotion suddenly broke out near the performance venue.

Looking up, I saw a group of musicians dressed in uniform dark blue costumes appear on Red Square!

Even the well-informed reporter Song was a little confused: "Is this a civilian or official organization?" The cameraman next to him was even more bewildered: "I don't know. This doesn't look like a formal honor guard uniform, but it does look like a military uniform."

But when a conductor appeared, someone came out with a music stand, and there were various orchestral instruments, Reporter Song's heart started pounding: "Could it be that symphony orchestra?"

The symphony orchestra that reporter Song mentioned was the one under Isinbayeva's command. As the orchestra's director, she was also present around the group in full uniform.

However, she didn't feel like a performer, but rather like a warlord coldly observing the army's performance.

But at this moment, reporter Song didn't have time to think so much. Although he didn't know what would happen in the end, he intuitively judged that it must be related to Rolling Stone!
Sure enough, when he and the photographer squeezed their way closer, they heard someone holding a microphone say, "Rock 'n' Roll on the New Long March!"

The speaker, of course, was from the fighting nation. Although his Mandarin was quite broken, the Chinese music fans and reporter Song present were certain they understood him clearly. At the same time, they were shocked and skeptical: "Is this real?" Reporter Song felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind: "This kind of treatment isn't even available in China, yet it's arranged abroad. I wonder whose face is being slapped in the face in the end, and who's going to be unlucky!"

This spot wasn't far from the stage, so the Rolling Stones crew, who had just stopped to rest, decided to watch the whole thing before continuing.

Bian Lang, wearing in-ear monitors, didn't hear very clearly. However, Lunzi, who had started daydreaming as soon as he saw the orchestra, heard it clearly: "Brother Lang, they should be performing 'Rock 'n' Roll on the New Long March'!"

"Huh?" Bian Lang was also greatly shocked!
If you said it was a performance of "The Internationale" or "Katyusha," he definitely wouldn't have reacted so strongly.

But "New Rock" is a Mandarin song, so is this an adaptation? Also, this band doesn't look like a spontaneously organized group, or even a small band. In China, they seem like a formally established group.

Just look at those saxophone, tuba, and French horn players in the front row—this is not the kind of setup a small orchestra should have!

"I feel like this trip to Red Square isn't just a Rolling Stones special; it feels like they're celebrating a holiday for us!"

As soon as Da Yong said this, the few people who hadn't thought much of it before nodded in agreement: "It seems to be true!"

Upon hearing everyone's comments, Bian Lang checked the time, calculated the subsequent plans, and announced directly: "Let's dismiss everyone for one hour. Let Jiuli and the others come first, and we'll go for a walk."

Huang Kai cut him off before he could finish speaking: "Where are you going to find them now? I reckon they might not even be back by the appointed time!"

Upon hearing this, Bian Lang felt it must be true, and then said, "Then let's get this done quickly, and go out for a walk later..."

Just then, Olaf's voice came through the in-ear monitor: "Wave, I've left the microphone track on for you. You can decide what to do later!"

Upon hearing this, Bian Lang's gaze towards Olaf changed: "You traitor, you didn't even tell me about something so important?"

It's not entirely Olaf's fault for not speaking up; the main issue was that Isinbayeva hadn't fully explained herself when the plan was first formulated, fearing there wouldn't be enough time to rehearse and achieve the desired effect. What would happen if she and Bian Lang had spoken up earlier and ultimately failed to deliver?

Also, since they spoke in advance, the Rolling Stones' sense of surprise was greatly diminished.

As soon as the orchestral version of the intro started, everyone at Rolling Stone, including Bian Lang, jumped up and down on stage.

"Holy crap, that's incredible."

"Wow, this is an interesting modification. It must have been done by someone who knows the song very well. Do the Russians have people like that?"

"This is incredible! Please, everyone, look carefully where this is! This is Red Square! In China, it's like Tiananmen Square... This is unbelievable..."

Hua Yan's exclamation brought the others back to their senses: "Yeah, this is Red Square, don't underestimate the Kremlin behind us!"

If someone abroad puts on a flash mob like this, and if this gets back to China and people exaggerate a bit, the songwriter would definitely deserve to be honored at the Imperial Ancestral Temple!

When they heard that distinctly Western-sounding shout, "One, two..." every single Chinese person present felt their blood boil!
It's only because it's still summer. If this were winter, all the Chinese people there would probably throw all their hats into the air!
Those Chinese tourists who previously didn't know the Rolling Stones or "New Rock," and were just passing by to watch the spectacle, are now holding their phones with trembling hands. Don't doubt it, they're all excited!

Anyone who sees a few blond, blue-eyed foreigners singing in Chinese in a foreign land and doesn't get excited would only mean that this senior is too calm!

As the familiar melody of military songs resounded in Red Square under the magnificent orchestral arrangement, every single Chinese person present began to show signs of tears...

Ambassador Qin, who had just returned after finishing his business, felt that his return was perfectly timed the moment he heard the melody.

This flash mob was arranged when the Rolling Stones tour had a stop in Moscow. DGM started contacting venues and asked Yelena Isinbayeva to help contact Natasha. They didn't inform Ambassador Qin, so he only found out now.

All of this surprised and shocked him even more than Bian Lang and the others!
"I've heard of it, but never seen it, 25,000 li away..." Although the foreign singer's Chinese was very broken, it was understandable that he had practiced hard.

The singers were all men from the Russian nation, and they sang among the orchestra members, making sure that the audience in every direction was reached!

Those Chinese people who heard the song basically sang along on their own instincts: "Some say it, some do it, how do you know it's not easy..."

The Rolling Stones members on this side of the stage hesitated for 0.1 seconds before decisively putting down their microphones and starting to wail along on stage...

Those bloggers who came from China, whether with good intentions or bad, were all completely dumbfounded at this moment!
Listening to Bian Lang and Rolling Stones, all I can think is, "Holy crap! Holy crap! This is overseas, how can they be so awesome!"

Those who were waiting to see the Rolling Stones make a fool of themselves were thinking: "Holy crap! Is there any justice in this world? Even if the Rolling Stones are paying people to embellish their image, do they really need to go to such lengths?"

These bloggers certainly didn't know what Yelena Isinbayeva's symphony orchestra meant, but judging from their attire and the level of their performance, they were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Towards the end of the song, at Olaf's frantic urging, Bian Lang finally joined in with the orchestral accompaniment: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

Seeing this, the lead singers of the other bands had eyes filled with a twisted, fierce light of envy and jealousy!

Ivo: "Is this Europe or China?"

Jiuli: "If it's like this in Europe, how awesome would it be if it went to Rolling Stones in China?"

Fimos: "This is like the Rolling Stones on Red Square! The Rolling Stones on Red Square!"

(End of this chapter)