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Chapter 430 New York and Cantonese Music Festival

Ao Ga scratched his head, glanced at the two brothers, and replied: "We brothers all like wrestling, anyway, it's the last fight, it doesn't matter if we succeed or not."

Gao Shuang took out his mobile phone and asked, "Leave a contact information, maybe I can help."

Ao Ga is also a sincere person. He took out his mobile phone from his arms without thinking, and asked, "Success! What's your name?"

"Gao Shuang."

After the name was announced, Ao Ga's small eyes suddenly widened again, and a layer of blood quickly flushed on his face: "Quhuang, Wang... Wang Xingren?!"

"right……"

Gao Shuang nodded, and asked curiously, "Do you still know me after all these years in the beautiful country?"

It's only been a year since he really made his fortune and became Emperor Qu. Unexpectedly, Ao Ga and the others would call out his identity as "Wang Xingren" in one go.

After hearing Gao Shuang's confirmation, Ao Ga and his two brothers were very excited, and hurriedly said: "I know! We are all your fans! We have heard every song of yours!"

We chatted for a long time, and a group of people were still waiting for Gao Shuang.

After he changed his phone number with the "Mad Cow Trio", he said goodbye.

"Contact me when you return to China. I have some ideas about Humai."

"Okay...Okay!!!"

……

Several people continued to march towards the central area of ​​Bryant Park, and Matthew asked curiously: "What were you talking about just now?"

Gao Shuang was taken aback by the question: "Huh? We're all Chinese, so we chatted casually."

"..."

Matthew looked at Gao Shuang a little strangely: "Don't fool me, I'm a thief in Mandarin, you don't speak Huaxia at all!"

"Oh, Mongolian."

Only then did Gao Shuang remember that he had been chatting with the three brothers in Mongolian the whole time.

No wonder Aunt He and the others were listening all the time, but they didn't say a word.

This language ability is also very useful...

Chatting in Mongolian is the same as speaking in your mother tongue, without thinking at all.

Gao Shuang cast a glance at Matthew, and proudly said: "Huaxia has a vast land and abundant resources, and there are hundreds of dialects. It's normal for you not to understand."

Matthew is easy to fool, but He Xiaoling's side is not so easy to play tricks.

Mongolian is not a branch of Chinese like Cantonese, and it is not a language at all with Chinese!
Can this thing be explained in dialect?

Seeing how smoothly Gao Shuang chatted with the three just now, it would have been impossible without a lot of training and long-term study.

He Xiaoling squeezed Gao Shuang's hand, and asked in a low voice, "Damn thing, when did you learn Mongolian again?"

Gao Shuang said as a matter of course: "Isn't this something that can be learned by listening to it once?"

He Xiaoling gave him a blank look when she heard the words, but said nothing.

On the contrary, Zhao Changfeng and Zhao Donglai, who were paying attention to this side, shook their faces together.

What the hell!

Pretend to beep like this?

Can a genius be so capricious? !

But think about Gao Shuang's journey, he can speak Japanese, Korean, Thai, and even Malay very fluently.

Knowing Mongolian is not too difficult to accept now... right...

It's just that Zhao Changfeng and the others looked like they had eaten a dead fly.

……

The central area of ​​Bryant Park is not large, it is a square lawn.

At this time, it has been surrounded, and the heads inside are shivering, shoulder to shoulder.

A few hundred meters away, I could already hear the powerful movie rhythm and irritable singing from over there.

This New York Cantonese Music Festival, the home performance is 24 hours a day, from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am the next day.

More than 100 of the world's top rock bands are constantly changing venues.

Music fans can only stand here for one day, and they can enjoy the peak scene of the whole blue star rock scene. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a grand event.

Of course, no matter how awesome a music fan is, it is impossible to stand stupidly for a day, mainly because physical strength does not allow it.

The concert is divided into several periods, and the sequence of performances has been given very early.

Matthew had a copy in his hand, and Gao Shuang took it to look at it.

The Black Thorn Band is also on the list, but the time is after zero.

The audience who had been carnival all day were almost exhausted by that time, and they didn't have much enthusiasm.

Coupled with the reputation of "Free America, Shoot Every Day", not many people are really willing to walk through the streets of New York and Guangdong in the early morning to test their courage.

Therefore, the time when Black Thorn appeared was a complete garbage time.

However, Gao Shuang can only praise Gao Shuang for being able to grab a place as an eighteenth-rate band in such a world-class event. Matthew still has some skills.

……

In the evening, the weather in New York and Guangdong is pleasant. Although the sky is a bit gloomy, there is no wind.

The waves of overwhelming sound in Bryant Park came in bursts, the guardrail was full of people coming and going, and there was still a long queue at the entrance.

Matthew greeted the staff and led them into the passage on the other side.

This is the entry channel for the staff. Matthew has a performance certificate and a work certificate from the Art Association, so it is no problem to bring a few people into the venue.

The inspection on entering the site is quite strict, and the security measures are also in place.

"Crooked? Why did those people let go directly? Are they all singers?"

"Really? There seem to be a few more Asians."

"Sakura country, right? There are two bands from Sakura country."

"Probably not. I think there are a few who are quite old and don't look like singers."

"Maybe it's the staff. The Asian bands finished their performances in the morning."

Gao Shuang led He Xiaoling and followed closely behind Matthew.

Zhao Changfeng and the others followed closely behind, with unnatural expressions on their faces.

They are all very old, and they really can't accept this kind of crowded rock atmosphere.

Brother Zhao Donglai probably wouldn't have followed if he didn't want to protect Gao Shuang's safety.

This channel is also separated from the turbulent audience in the arena by an iron fence more than one meter high.

At this time, many people were lying on the edge of the fence, waving to Gao Shuang and his party!
These spectators could be regarded as some kind of thieves. They gathered around this passage just to catch the band members passing by for autographs.

"Look, someone is coming!"

"People from Blackthorn! I knew they would definitely come!!"

"Want an autograph?"

"Forget it... I shouldn't have traces of this garbage band on my autograph book..."

"The shame of rock and roll, the black thorn, really deserves its reputation. It's a pity."

"But the man with the black thorn is really handsome!"

"If their songs can have one-tenth of the appearance, they won't be reduced to this point."

"Who are the guys in the back? That Asian guy looks like a kid."

"I don't know, maybe it's a child of a friend's family. My nephew is also fourteen or fifteen years old this year. If I insist on bringing it to the scene, I refuse."

"..."

Gao Shuang felt his eyelids twitch when he heard someone's discussion.

What eyesight?
Blame me for being tender?
He turned his head to look at He Xiaoling, who had purposely lowered the brim of her hat, and saw a forced smile at the corner of Aunt He's mouth.

Gao Shuang and his entourage walked in silently. No one came to ask for autographs or group photos during the whole process.

The members of the Black Thorn Band headed by Matthew were quite shameless, and kept waving and bluffing at the audience next to them.

Often can lead to some "praise" boos.

After entering the venue, the sound waves became louder, as if the ground was shaking, and the sound on the stage mixed with the calls from the audience, deafening.

At first glance, it was full of people, but it was really full of drums and drums, and colorful flags fluttering.

Many huge banners were erected among the audience, with the names of various bands and rock slogans written on them.

However, the fans in the beautiful country have different cultural backgrounds from the fans in Huaxia, and the banners are all black on a white background.

If it wasn't for the warm atmosphere at the scene, I would have thought it was a funeral team...

According to a rough estimate, the number of people at the scene was at least [-] to [-], which was much more lively than the Midsummer Music Festival in Beijing.

Such a scene is really shocking!
Just passing by can arouse people's passionate impulse.

Countless people shouted hoarsely because of it, as if they were possessed by a maniac. When he was in it, Gao Shuang felt his heart beating with the drumbeat, as if the blood flow speeded up unconsciously.

A completely enclosed passage was set up near the stage, with a fork at the end of the passage.

Matthew introduced to Gao Shuang and the others: "The front is the backstage. Let's go out from here and watch the performance in the front row."

Zhao Changfeng looked out from the fork, and quickly retreated.

He looked a little unnatural, and said with lingering fear: "This scene is really scary, why don't I join in the fun?"

"Come all come!"

Gao Shuang quietly pushed on Zhao Changfeng's waist as if playing tricks.

Zhao Changfeng, who was still a little hesitant, lost his center of gravity and crashed into the surging crowd.

Gao Shuang took He Xiaoling by the hand, and walked into the audience with Matthew and the others.

This side is very close to the stands. At this time, there is a band performing on the stage, and the atmosphere is lively.

Gao Shuang could clearly see that before Zhao Changfeng could stand still, several indecently dressed wild horses surrounded him.

This made the fat old man blush immediately, he raised his hands high and didn't know where to put them.

But the way the hands are raised fits well with the rhythm.

Seeing this, He Xiaoling gave Gao Shuang a blank look: "Aren't you afraid that Chairman Zhao will turn against you?"

Gao Shuang raised He Xiaoling's hand and shook it according to the rhythm: "It's rare to experience the unrestrained human feelings in the beautiful country. I think President Zhao won't care about it."

Zhao Donglai stood behind Gao Shuang, and subconsciously used his red fist and iron mountain to block the crowds who were crowded around him.

Sun Xingbang was in a similar situation, but he was not as serious as Zhao Donglai.

His eyes fluttered around, as if he was particularly envious of Zhao Changfeng's predicament...

Matthew and the others were also nearby. Some fashion hot girls had already gathered around.

It is rare to have such a chance to relax, and Gao Shuang and He Xiaoling also let go of playing.

Jumping covered in sweat, but the mood is very happy.

During the band change on the stage, Gao Shuang stuck to He Xiaoling's ear and asked, "Do you still remember the last time we went to the Houhai Music Festival?"

He Xiaoling nodded: "Well..."

"It's been almost a year now. Thinking about it, the time is really fast."

Gao Shuang took He Xiaoling's hand, and said with some emotion: "When I went back that night, I wanted to hold hands with you, and you were dying."

He Xiaoling's face was already blushing because of the jumping, so she turned her head and cast a glance at Gao Shuang, and said angrily, "Besides, this aunt has turned against you!"

Gao Shuang rubbed his nose: "That's right, it's a bit embarrassing to be an old couple..."

He Xiaoling raised her pink fist: "Are you... looking for a beating?"

After bouncing around for an hour or two, the sky in New York City was completely dark.

At this time, it was prime time, the bands on the stage were all top-notch in the world, and the crowd below kept roaring, and the lively level went up to a new level.

Panting, Zhao Changfeng struggled to separate from the crowd, his fat body seemed to be caught by the crowd around him, making it very difficult to move forward.

Panting heavily, he walked up to Gao Shuang and said, "I'll take a step ahead, this scene is really unbearable."

Gao Shuang saw two inconspicuous red marks on Zhao Changfeng's face.

Knowing that if he continued to toss for a while, President Zhao's fame would be lost, so he nodded and said: "Sure, then President Zhao, you should go back first."

Then Gao Shuang turned around and said, "Master Zhao, Master Sun, you should go back too."

After all, Zhao Donglai and Sun Xingbang are also getting old, so it is really unreasonable for them to accompany them to play the music festival.

"This……"

Zhao Donglai really wanted to leave here, but he looked around, hesitantly said: "There are too many people, let's go back to your side..."

Gao Shuang said, "Don't worry, I have a friend coming over."

"friend?"

Zhao Donglai felt that someone was approaching, and subconsciously used the kung fu of Tieshankou.

It's just that this time they didn't push people out, but stalemate!

master?

Zhao Donglai was startled, his keel trembled fiercely, and he exerted his strength again. While his crotch was swinging, he raised his hand to move an extremely concealed heart-warming hammer.

The person next to him was extremely stable in the lower body, and he didn't push his hips away from the distance, and even the subsequent heart-warming hammer was blocked by the opponent's arm.

However, Zhao Donglai's kung fu is superb after all, this heart-warming hammer exerted force from bottom to top, although it was blocked, it forcibly knocked the person next to him a distance of [-] to [-] centimeters.

Just at this little gap, Zhao Donglai suddenly turned around and saw the person coming.

This man was tall and tall, with a square face and a cut-cut head. He stared at Zhao Donglai with a sense of oppression in his eyes!
Asia's?
Could it be that Goryeo came?
Zhao Donglai staggered half the position of his feet, his heels off the ground, and put on a posture that is convenient for exerting force.

Gao Shuang was very familiar with this posture. Seeing that the Blue Star version of "Li Sanjiao" was about to be kicked out, he hurriedly gave Zhao Dong a hand: "Don't do it! They are all our own!"

The man in front of him is No. [-] Vulture!
Gao Shuang discovered just now that the No. [-] and No. [-] he had seen were also among the surrounding crowd.

It seems that there are still a few Asian faces with short cuts, and they should all be together.

Zhao Dong took a look at Gao Shuang, and then took a closer look at No. [-], his heels fell to the ground again, and he loosened his posture of raising his hands.

He is not a talkative person, and has no interest in exploring Gao Shuang's secrets.

This time I came here with Gao Shuang because he discovered earlier that after going to several countries in a row, there seemed to be a group of experts around him secretly following Gao Shuang.

At first, he thought it might be a hidden danger from Gao Li, but now these people showed up, and after confirming that they were his own, he was completely at ease.

With the protection of such a master in front of him, Gao Shuang's safety should not be a problem.

Sun Xingbang on the side wanted to say something, but was stopped by Zhao Donglai.

"Then I'll go back first."

Zhao Donglai nodded to Gao Shuang, and protected Zhao Changfeng, who was already a little unsteady, and squeezed towards the entrance of the passage.

(End of this chapter)