Living in an apartment: Only children make choices.

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"I was just commenting on the taste; I wasn't angry."

"Foreigners and Chinese people have slightly different tastes, which I can understand."

"There's no need to make such a big deal out of it."

[Chef: I didn't mean to make a big deal out of it, but I was just having coffee in the kitchen when an agent pointed a gun at my head and demanded an apology.]

Just as the head chef breathed a sigh of relief, Lin Yun suddenly put down his knife and fork.

"I have a question for you."

Have you heard of the Chariots?

The head chef nodded.

"I've heard of them; they're a relatively established heavy metal band."

"It is very famous not only in our country, but also throughout the West."

Lin Yun nodded.

"Tell those agents that I want to meet with the band."

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"Let them help arrange it."

"Even if I owe them a small favor."

The agents were incredibly excited after the chef uttered those words.

Judging from Lin Yun's attitude, he probably won't cause any more trouble in Berlin.

For these countries, Lin Yun is like an unpredictable and elusive time bomb that they cannot deal with.

All we can do is try our best to prevent him from bombing us. If he does bomb us, that's fine, just don't bomb us in our own country.

Back to the dining table.

Zhuge Dasheng asked in confusion.

"Lin Yun, are you planning to take us to a concert?"

Lin Yun waved his hand and said.

"Of course not, heavy metals are not something that most people can enjoy."

... ...

"Especially the elderly, they can't enjoy it."

"I'm planning to ask them if they accept commercial performances. I want to give them a chance to be remembered for generations."

As expected, Lin Yun only received eye rolls in response to the riddle-maker's remarks.

Just then, Li Meitong suddenly spoke up and asked.

"Great Sage, how much longer do you plan to stay in Berlin?"

Zhuge Dasheng looked at Lin Yun.

"Well, let's see what Lin Yun says."

"Lin Yun, how many days do you think you'll stay?"

Lin Yun rolled his eyes.

"Don't ask me, you should know how much free time I have right now."

Zhuge Dasheng let out a long breath.

"Then we'll go back to China after Lin Yun finishes talking to that band."

"After all, there's a whole bunch of messy things at home that I need to sort out."

Li Meitong nodded.

"That's true. You don't need to worry about me and Lili."

"We're both doing well."

"Moreover, Lin Yun has always arranged for people to take special care of us."

"Safety is guaranteed."

Zhuge Dali tilted her head and looked at Lin Yun, while Lin Yun winked at her.

What exactly was said in that encrypted call is probably only known to the two of them.

Seeing the two's little tricks, Zhuge Dasheng kicked Lin Yun under the table.

Lin Yun remained expressionless and said with a smile.

"This is what I should do!"

"If you need anything, just tell me." II.

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The Chariot Band.

The world's most famous industrial heavy metal band is composed of a group of proletarians who were tired of factory life.

The song's style is emotionless, giving it a cold, detached feel.

Lin Yun's deepest impression of this band was that the bass played a hard sound, making it sound like he was playing steel bars.

They also did things like spitting at the audience and setting themselves on fire during their concerts.

At that moment, the band's home turf, Leipzig, was standing in front of Lin Yun.

His hair was turning gray, but his back was still fairly straight, and at 1.92 meters tall, he was quite tall for the area.

"Please sit down!"

Leipzig sat opposite Lin Yun and asked.

"Mr. Lin, did you contact us to ask us to perform, or...?"

The next moment, Lin Yun raised his head and said.

"I intend to give you a chance to be remembered for generations."

"It all depends on whether you can handle the '5-3-3' combination."

Leipzig asked, puzzled.

"To be remembered for generations?"

Could you elaborate?

Lin Yun said with a smile.

"Simple, I need you to perform a death metal show at a certain time and place."

Leipzig corrected.

"But our band's style is industrial heavy metal."

Lin Yun waved his hand and said.

"You can take care of the heavy metals."

"Alright, state your choice: yes or no?"

"Don't worry, even if you refuse, I won't be angry."

"I'll only go to meet other bands."

"However, I want to say very seriously that you guys were really the first band I considered."

Later, Leipzig wrote the following sentence in his autobiography.

"That devil extended an olive branch to me, and for some reason, I agreed."

"Although what I did afterwards made the entire band an enemy of the world, I and everyone in our band believe that this decision was absolutely perfect!"

"He is the messenger sent by Satan to reap sin, no! He is Satan himself."

"By the way, the devil is indeed skilled at changing his appearance, because he is the most handsome man I have ever seen."

"Back to the present," Leipzig nodded.

"Okay, I agree."

Lin Yun smiled.

"Very good, it's a pleasure doing business with you!"

"Believe me, even in your last second before you die, you will not regret making this decision."

After finishing this matter, Lin Yun returned to the suite.

Zhuge Dali was reading a book, while Zhuge Dasheng was busy with something in the kitchen with Li Meitong.

After Lin Yun sat down on the sofa, Zhuge Dali asked.

"Got to go?"

Lin Yun nodded.