Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 512 The Weeper

"The Rolling Stones now have a lot of musicians and artists. Boss Yue, you have an incredible business acumen."

Yue Zaonuo, whose thoughts were exposed, did not look embarrassed at all. Instead, he said confidently, "I am just a barber. I don't have any business acumen. I just don't like the current competitive industry environment. I think it is inconsistent with my philosophy to attract customers by charging 10 yuan for haircuts and blow-drying services and then relying on recharge and secondary sales.

If they catch a rich person, they will squeeze him to death. We have a member who has recharged nearly 10 yuan. If he doesn't cheat, when will he use it up? But they have already divided up the unused membership deposits. I don't understand, if he stops doing it one day, what will happen to the money? "

This question has puzzled Bian Lang for many years. He has also seen many cases online of people saving tens of thousands of dollars, but then going bankrupt after not using much of the money.

He even spent several thousand yuan on a gym out of personal connections. As a result, he only went there three or four times at the beginning, but when he came back from tour, the gym had already been renovated.

"Then how do you plan to convince other shareholders to agree to move out?"

"I'll withdraw my shares and take over this place. They can take their clients somewhere else. As long as you agree to let me join your Rock Records Lab plan, you don't have to worry about anything else."

Having said that, Bian Lang naturally had no reason to refuse, but he still wanted to ask some questions about American business, so that he could decide whether to trust him to take care of himself in the future: "By the way, if you come, what do you think we old men should do?"

Hearing this, Yue Zaonuo pursed his lips, and after a few seconds of silence, he said seriously: "With your appearance, you only need to trim your eyebrows before going on stage. If you touch other parts of your body, it will be against the harmony of nature!"

Faced with such a serious and honest person, how could Bian Lang refuse except to accept it calmly?

"That's no problem for me. You can discuss the specific details with Lao Tan. Anyway, my requirement is that you can't leave any loose ends with your previous employer. As for the rest, you are an expert and you can consider it yourself..."

After listening to them, Bian Lang felt that professional craftsmen have their own persistence. As for the Rock Records Lab project, Bian Lang only had a general idea of ​​it when he was on the original Earth. As for how to operate it specifically, Lao Tan and others still need to try it out themselves.

He is also willing to accept new things and give these people the opportunity to try and make mistakes.

Once the Rock Records Lab in Spring City is successful, it will be possible to replicate it further.

While we were chatting here, Dayong and Kong Liang came in arm in arm. They are now sitting at another table, watching a folk singer singing and playing on the stage.

In the current circle of musicians in Yunnan Province, the word "Banshan" is basically equivalent to the dimples of the Rolling Stones.

If you want to run into the Rolling Stones, just hang out here. You can run into a few of them almost every night, except when they're performing together.

After saying hello to Bian Lang, Lao Tan prepared several Rolling Stones-themed cocktails and snacks, which sold quite well. At this moment, the wine on Dayong and Kong Liang's table was a wine called Rolling Stones Enlightenment.

Kong Liang looked at the pure transparent liquor in the six shot glasses, sniffed it, then looked at Dayong and asked, "I suspect you are insulting my intelligence. Is this pure 6 the water of life?"

Dayong looked at Kong Liang and said mysteriously, "You don't understand this, right? This water of life is not just any water of life. Last year, Bian Lang drank half a bottle of pure water here, and when he woke up from being drunk, he wrote "People Without Ideals Are Not Sad." "

"Dayong, if you say this is the half bottle that Bian Lang left, then we can still be friends. But if you say this, we will never have anything to do with each other again!"

Hearing this, Dayong pointed to a bottle of Water of Life that was prominently placed on the wine cabinet inside the bar and said, "See? That's the bottle that Bian Lang drank from back then. Old Tan fills it with a new bottle of wine every day, and he only sells one bottle a day. There are no more!"

Seeing Dayong speaking seriously, Kong Liang was also somewhat persuaded.

In his opinion, this kind of thing is something that happens if you believe it or not, and there is also a probability issue. If maybe he really is enlightened like the name of the wine, then he will make a fortune.

However, the strong smell of alcohol and the horrible alcohol content made him hold back before taking action.

"Are you crazy? You've been drinking so many times, but you haven't written any new songs, Dayong!"

When Bian Lang came over to stop him, Dayong was not happy about it: "No, Lang, who among the Rolling Stones hasn't drunk this wine? How can Brother Liang be left behind when he just arrived? Besides, there are so many songs in the music library that haven't been released yet, and you only write the lyrics and music for each song. I don't have any room to show my talents!"

"It's up to you, but don't drink this stuff carelessly... By the way, Brother Liang, you guys should discuss with Dayong and find another percussionist in the company. The recording studio will be almost finished in the next few days. I've already prepared the first song for recording, so let's rehearse it in the next few days."

The two of them were able to grasp the key points when listening to Bian Lang's words. Since he said again, that meant both of them had to go and they had to find another percussionist.

"Then the arrangement of this song is incredible!"

"The key is what are we two doing?"

Faced with these questions, Bian Lang chose to answer the latter one first: "Dayong, you should still play the drums. Brother Liang, which one are you more familiar with, the bongo or the conga?"

After hearing this, Kong Liang was no longer sleepy.

Both of them are hand drums, but the conga is a branch of the African drum, while the bongo is a rhythm instrument of the Cuban blacks.

To outsiders, these two instruments may seem similar, but in the hands of these percussion experts, they are completely different!

After thinking for a while, Kong Liang himself didn't know what to say, so he asked Bian Lang directly: "Just tell me, what are the remaining two configurations?"

On the way back, Bian Lang had already carefully recorded the live video of "Nothing" at the Beijing Exhibition Center, and had basically figured out the configuration.

"One is a pan bell and conga, and two sets of cymbals. The other is a snare drum and two toms, two sets of bongos and a ride cymbal!"

Hearing this, Dayong felt overwhelmed: "Lang, are you going to play world music?"

Bian Lang was also good at responding, and without thinking, he said to Dayong: "Really? You're also going to release a flute and a clarinet!"

"Oh, that wheel finally made it through! What song is it, is it new?"

"Don't interrupt. Let's make the decision with Brother Liang first. Go find him tomorrow so we can be sure to assign you guys the music arrangement."

Kong Liang certainly knew the importance of this recording. Let alone the first recording, even if a studio had recorded a classic song, there would be many people who would follow suit.

Not to mention the distant past, after Baihua Studio recorded "Shameless", people who used to wait in line for two or three days now wait for half a month for those who are not familiar with the song. And judging from Bian Lang's tone, this song is meant to be on the level of "Shameless".

Thinking of this, Kong Liang hesitated for a long time. After taking a sip of the Water of Life, he slowly said, "Give me the score first. I'll take a look at it first."

Hearing this, Dayong also got excited: "Wait until the one above finishes singing, I'll cut in line, you can sing first!"

Bian Lang rejected the offer without even thinking about it: "The arrangement I made is a percussion prelude, and the guitar alone can't produce a great effect."

At this time, Olaf also came over. With his rapidly improving Chinese, he listened to everything. Then he took out his phone and said to Dayong and Kong Liang, "Listen to this first."

The two of them took the phones and, like a couple in school, each put on an earphone and watched the video.

Dayong was a little confused. He didn't know how to evaluate this song, nor did he know how to use drums as the prelude to the song.

As for Kong Liang, who came from that era, he was suddenly petrified and could hardly recover.

The main reason is that Bian Lang deliberately imitates Lao Cui's hookah-like singing style, which makes the song seem a little alienated from the current era under that artistic conception.

But just a little thought can bring him back to the atmosphere of that era.

In that era when everything was in ruins and under the conflict between the old culture and new ideas, the young Chinese people woke up from their "sweet dreams" and began to learn to face reality.

In the face of reality, they seem to be naked, at a loss, and don't know what to do. As the speed of their thoughts cannot keep up with the changes in the times and systems, they begin to feel anxious and confused, and crave for a spiritual breakthrough!

At that time, it was the embryonic stage of Chinese rock music.

At that time, there was no unique figure like Lao Cui in Shuilanxing. Instead, within a year or two, several bands that imitated the style of foreign bands in the 1970s appeared, laying the foundation for Chinese rock music.

Yuanzi is the best surviving member of that generation. Kong Liang is only three or five years younger than them and can be said to be someone who has been branded by that era.

He didn't even think about how Bian Lang would arrange the percussion prelude. He was just thinking that if someone had shouted like that at that time, it would definitely be the strongest voice of that era, and perhaps the road for Chinese rock would be wider.

But it seems not too late now. In this era of more developed information, this song may not have the shocking power it had in the context of that time, but its spreadability is definitely not to be underestimated.

"Bian Lang, among those within our company, I think the percussion master from the Wailer can do it. Let him play the Konka, and I'll take care of the rest."

Speaking of the Wailers, they were originally a band under Magic Disc. I met Bian Lang at the Ximangmang Music Festival. At that time, Bian Lang was reminded of Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" because of them.

After Pan Xiulong left, they decided not to stay. After the New Year, when the contract expired, Huang Kai brought these brothers here, a little earlier than Kong Liang arrived in Chuncheng. However, after they arrived, they went to Mount Wa as Bian Lang suggested at the time, and they just came back a day or two.

"If he plays reggae, then his conga drums must be pretty good. Is he the one called Tu Ling? Then let's meet in the rehearsal room tomorrow. Dayong, you go and notify him. I'll talk to Lunzi later."

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When he arrived at the rehearsal room at noon the next day, Bian Lang discovered that quite a few of the musicians who were usually elusive had come today.

All the members of the Weepers have arrived, and Mu Mian also came with Lun Zi. Since Lun's flute playing is just average, Bian Lang also called Lao Wu over, so Liang Zi and the others came to watch as well.

Before Bian Lang arrived, Tu Ling was sharing with a group of people what they had seen and heard during their trip to Wa Mountain.

They were all a group of outsiders who had never seen the world, and they all seemed fascinated by what was being said.

"Can you imagine? In a village where the average annual income per capita is only a few thousand yuan, there is actually a church, and there are Christians among the local Wa people!"

Seeing Tu Ling’s excitement when sharing, Bian Lang guessed that Angte was most likely also a believer.

"Tu Ling, you are not a Christian, are you?"

When they heard Bian Lang speak, everyone's eyes turned to him.

"I'm not, there are elders in my family who are. I just think this is really fucking magical!"

Speaking of this, Bian Lang still has some understanding: "Not only Wa Mountain, the Nujiang River is even more magical. The gods in the hearts of the family eating at the same table are different. Do you believe it?"

"Brother Lang, I haven't been there, don't lie to me!"

Liangzi knew how to provoke someone, and his words made it impossible for Bian Lang to stop himself from continuing his scientific explanation.

"There is a place called Bingzhongluo in Nujiang, where you can see lamas, Guanyin, whisks and choirs. The key is that the village may have less than 100 households. When I went there before, even off-road vehicles could hardly enter the village! But their JT is well built..."

Seeing that Kong Liang and the others had not come over yet, Bian Lang changed the subject and let Tu Ling continue speaking.

Tu Ling took out her cell phone and showed a photo to everyone: "This little boy is so pitiful. His father went out to work and never came back. His mother remarried and left the village without taking him with her. He stayed in the village with his grandparents. He was only 8 years old and had to follow his grandfather to pick coffee for money..."

When the phone was passed to Bian Lang, he saw a dark-skinned little boy squatting by the fire pit with a phone in his hand, apparently making a video call with his father.

Then Tu Ling continued, "The father left a smartphone at home, but the old man was worried about the phone bill, so he usually didn't turn it on. He only turned it on to contact us when there was something. This is the first time we video chatted with his father on WeChat using our phone...

I wanted to give them money but they didn't want it, so we just left the food and drinks we brought and ran away. I didn't even dare to look back, for fear that the little boy would catch up with me and I wouldn't be able to hold him back! Now I want to write a song for them, and after it's released, maybe more people will pay attention to them, some changes are good, right? "

Everyone has compassion, especially when you see your compatriots who are living hard on the same land but are very different from you.

Bian Lang looked at the photo and thought about the religious issues mentioned earlier. A song suddenly popped up in his mind: "I'll write the song for you. Let's use this photo as the album cover. Don't forget to pay the royalties for the portrait rights later!"

(End of this chapter)