Rock and Roll: Glorious Years

Although Bian Lang said that, they were all Chinese, and since the person had come to him specifically, Bian Lang couldn't just avoid them like Olaf did. So he went with Chen Shuting to talk to them face-to-face.

When the two entered the dining area, they saw a young man with a golden wolf tail hairstyle chatting with Pan Jianhu, who should be Zhang Zhisu.

Looking at his makeup, which was almost like that of a visual kei artist, Bian Lang really couldn't understand it. On stage, anything was acceptable, but to look like this in everyday life was simply unacceptable to him.

Upon seeing Bian Lang and the others enter, Zhang Zhisu immediately stood up and greeted Bian Lang with his hand: "Teacher Bian, it's an honor to meet you!"

"I can't accept it, I can't accept it..." Bian Lang replied and then sat down next to Pan Jianhu.

Zhang Zhisu's agent then spoke up at the opportune moment: "Mr. Bian, we at Shengtian and Zhisu have long admired your talent. We've come here today to inquire about your availability. Is it possible for you to be a guest performer at Zhisu's concert on August 2nd?"

"I'm sorry, but I already have a scheduled time. Let's work together again next time if there's an opportunity." Bian Lang's refusal was also very tactful.

Hearing this, the agent didn't give up and continued to Bian Lang, "Mr. Bian, our Zhi Su band is very sincere. If we can coordinate a schedule for a certain day, would you consider it again? It's just for one song, and we'll give your band 60 in performance fees..."

Upon hearing the price, Bian Lang mentally calculated, "60 for a song, that's probably one of the highest prices ever for a Chinese band from Earth." But he still wouldn't budge, saying, "I'm really sorry, but we really can't coordinate the schedule over there."

"Teacher Bian, I really love your 'Rock 'n' Roll on the New Long March.' Could you tell me what event you're at that day? If it's inconvenient for you, Shengtian can try to help you coordinate something." Zhang Zhisu personally emphasized this point.

Hearing this, Bian Lang was certain that the other party was determined to ride this wave of popularity. He could understand it; after all, these idols' songs were definitely popular, but they didn't really have much widespread appeal.

After the new song became a hit, who would remember it besides their own fan base?

He remembered a joke from his past life in the rock scene. He'd forgotten which older guy was being interviewed, and when asked what he thought of the music of today's popular artists, the older guy instinctively blurted out, "Huh? They even have music?"

Therefore, covering popular classic works is one of their ways to expand their circle and improve their image.

"It's not convenient to disclose, but there's really no way to coordinate it." Bian Lang himself didn't want to go, but he also didn't want to use the Army Day gala as a pretext. Besides, he had professional ethics; the official media hadn't even announced Xi Yao's news, so how could he possibly reveal this matter?

Seeing that Bian Lang wouldn't budge, he said with a regretful expression, "Then we'll invite Professor Bian again next time. Regarding the collaboration with Mr. Olaf, I wonder if either of you could put in a good word for him?"

Faced with this question, Bian Lang shook his head directly: "I only met Olaf a day earlier than you, so we really can't say a word about this..."

Pan Jianhu also shook his head and said, "You can only rely on yourselves for this. We only have a collaborative relationship with Mr. Olaf on the album."

Zhang Zhisu nodded and didn't bring up the matter again. He then began to ask the two of them some questions about music.

Olaf didn't come out until dinner time, so he left somewhat disappointed. Bian Lang escorted him to the hostel entrance, where he was bombarded with flashes of light before "escaping" back to the hostel.

In his past life, Bian Lang and popular idols didn't have much interaction, but in this short one or two-hour encounter, whether it was real or acting, it gave people a pretty good feeling.

Olaf didn't emerge from the recording studio until 10 PM. Upon seeing Bian Lang, he joked, "Wave, are all you Chinese this hardworking?"

Bian Lang had already heard Wang Wenhui's story, and immediately joked, "Looks like these people didn't prepare your favorite food for you today!"

"Oh, right! Wave, can I have that Baojiang Tofu again? I really miss the taste..."

As a native of Yunnan Province, if I can't even meet this simple request from foreign friends, I'd really have no face to show my face: "No problem, I'll arrange it for you tomorrow."

After chatting for a while, Bian Lang suddenly interjected, "Olaf, what was your attitude towards the company that approached you for cooperation today?"

"In my opinion, he'd be better suited to be Wang's client!"

"Oh, really?" Bian Lang and Olaf burst into laughter, realizing what was happening.

As it approached midnight and everyone was getting ready for bed, Pan Jianhu, who had disappeared for half the night, showed up: "Hey, guess what?"

"What's wrong, Tiger?" Bian Lang asked, playing the straight man.

"You two have both been targeted for attention, but I don't know if it was intentional." After saying that, he handed over his phone.

Bian Lang took the book, read it, and then earnestly explained to Olaf, who couldn't read Chinese, "Someone leaked that you and Zhang Zhisu have reached a collaboration agreement, and you will personally produce his next album. As for me, I will be opening for his concert with the Rolling Stones!"

After Bian Lang finished speaking, he pointed to the photo on his phone of Zhang Zhisu being secretly photographed when he saw him off from the hostel and swiped up. Then, a photo of Olaf and Zhang Zhisu having a brief meeting and then leaving in a hurry appeared on the phone screen.

Looking at the photo, Olaf exclaimed excitedly, "What? Is this all a show? We've all become his props?"

Dayong, who was passing by, overheard this and, out of concern, asked what was wrong. Then, he angrily exclaimed, "Damn it, have we been tricked?"

Bian Lang clicked into the comments section with a blank expression and saw that his music fans and followers were truly putting the six-word warning of "Don't believe rumors, don't spread rumors" into practice.

"Hahaha! Zhang Zhisu is someone who makes a living based on his looks, but when he stands next to Bian Lang, he looks like a country bumpkin."

"Don't write nonsense. Anyone with a brain knows it's impossible."

"Everyone, please disperse. Have some common sense, okay? Let alone the Rolling Stones, no rock band would ever open for their idol."

He simply didn't believe that Zhang Zhisu's team hadn't done anything behind the scenes, but how much the entertainment reporters had exaggerated was unknown to Bian Lang, and he didn't want to speculate.

After checking that the Weibo post was published about half an hour ago, Bian Lang clicked into Zhang Zhisu's Weibo account and saw that his latest post was a promotional post from earlier that day about a collaboration with a beauty brand. He then had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

Ten minutes later, a video appeared on Bian Lang's Weibo.

In the video, Bian Lang says earnestly, "Since Mr. Zhang Zhisu is too busy to clarify, then as one of the parties involved, I will respond first. We did talk, but I, Bian Lang, cannot handle scalpers selling tickets for thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan!"

After Bian Lang finished speaking, it was Olaf's turn to appear. He clarified in English, somewhat dejectedly, "Mr. Zhang did indeed approach me, but I refused. I won't produce music I don't understand. At the same time, I'd like to offer Mr. Zhang some advice..."

At this point, Olaf paused, and Da Yong behind him asked, "Brave, what was that Chinese proverb you just taught me?"

After Da Yong whispered in his ear, Olaf replied in a mix of Chinese and English, "No zuo no die!"