Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

When I saw that his facial features were not outstanding but his eyes were unusually firm and his expression was a little shy, the image instantly jumped out of the paper.

"What is this?" Ma Rui asked hesitantly after taking the sketchbook.

“This is a quick sketch of my character when I was singing ‘Shame’.”

"Is he you?"

"What do you think?"

"why?"

"You are an artist, why do you have so many questions?"

After being touched by Bian Lang's words, Ma Rui seemed to feel that she was too obsessed today, and then continued to ask with a smile: "How many more sketches of this kind can you draw?"

At this point, it was already very clear. After Bian Lang went through the countless faces in his mind, he said to Ma Rui: "Enough for you to make this series very complete."

Ma Rui was not surprised that Bian Lang guessed it right, so she replied provocatively: "I'll charge one every two weeks..."

"You're creating a band in two months, Mr. Ma, that's really fast... But I have a condition. The copyright of the designs of these images belongs to me, although I won't ask you for it..."

"Understand, anything related to music is your lifeblood."

"That's not the case. Since you've already decided to do it, I'll tell you about my other plan as well. I want to design all of this into a comic..."

Hearing this, Ma Rui put down the sketchbook in her hand, cleared all the things that had been conceived in her mind, and then asked: "Is this story very long?"

"Well, if we calculate it by time span, thirty or forty years? Maybe even longer..." If we only consider Chinese rock, thirty or forty years is about the right time, but if we include foreign rock, then it will be very long.

"It's okay. Tell me when you have time. I'll listen slowly..."

"Well, let's start with this person... The name of the band is Black Panther, and the lead singer is Dou Xian... Their story can be very long or very short..." Bian Lang spoke without any structure, just talking about whatever came to his mind.

Ma Rui, who had already turned on the recording function, did not rush the conversation. After listening for more than an hour, she was completely shocked by the complex character of Bian Lang and the confusing but extremely real story.

When working in the art industry, it is inevitable that one has a rich inner world, but Ma Rui never expected that Bian Lang's inner world could be so rich!

She thought her mind was already full of wild imagination, but she never expected that there was a whole world hidden in Bian Lang's mind.

"Bian Lang...you...you are not the time traveler described in those online novels, are you?"

When asked about this, Bian Lang's face changed instinctively, and then he showed a very nervous expression and whispered in Ma Rui's ear: "How did you guess it? This...you can't tell anyone else, otherwise the scientists will slice me up..."

Facing Bian Lang who spoke the truth, Ma Rui laughed so hard that she fell backwards. "Bian Lang, how come I didn't see that at school, you are still an acting genius at heart! Then perform another part for me, and when I pinch your face, I will make you look more heroic..."

Bian Lang instantly returned to normal: "Forget it. If a realistic artist like you makes me look too heroic, I'm afraid something bad will happen after the auction..."

"Bian Lang! Get out of here!"

Amid Ma Rui's roar, Bian Lang calmly walked out of the office to rehearse with the band.

……

Regarding the recruitment of lead singers and the assignment of members for the two bands, a basic result was finally achieved at the end of March.

Su Kan and Mu Mian gave up the position of Hedgehog, and let Huang Kai take over the position of bassist. The keyboard position was filled by Xi Que's girlfriend Tong Qi, and the lead singer was still Bian Lang.

Kong Liang took over as the drummer of New Pants, and the lead singer was actually Goat, the lead singer of New Road, a Taiwanese band that had appeared at the Rolling Stone Music Festival.

It’s not that their band disbanded, but because of some objective factors, some members of their band had to return for half a year or a year.

Shantui did not have this problem and wanted to participate in "Summer of the Band", so he was naturally incorporated into the Rolling Stones family and the New Pants lineup.

He used to play emotional punk, so joining New Pants means they share the same roots. As for the song he strongly requested, Bian Lang generously gave it to New Pants.

So Bian Lang is going to take Hedgehog to "Summer of the Band"!

There were 31 bands in the preliminary round. In order to meet the needs of sustainable development and avoid excessive infighting, the Rolling Stones limited the number of bands allowed to participate to 8.

Liangzi and Jinma discussed with their respective bands and decided to give up. The two did not have any idea of ​​respecting their predecessors, but felt that their works and experience still needed to be polished. If they were eliminated in the first round, it would be a loss of face for Bian Lang and Rolling Stone.

Yang Meng is even more unpredictable than these two brothers. Although he has plenty of performance experience, the band has not had much time to get used to each other. In addition, the lineup of Compass is a combination of New Pants and Hedgehog. If the schedule is tight, the musicians really don't know which side to focus on.

So she asked for a seat for professional music fans, and prepared to have a good time with her teammates in the audience.

Dafeng Band was also very conscious of withdrawing from the competition, but after being persuaded by Lao Pan and Bian Lang, they finally gritted their teeth and joined in. Then there were Xi Que's Folk Fanke and Tu Ling's Mr. Turtle.

The remaining three places, Lao Pan said, were to be determined. But at this time, some not-so-good news came.

There aren't many professional recording studios in Yunnan Province, and this time the appointment was indeed made in advance. However, due to the ownership issue of the land occupied by the studio, the road to the studio was directly dug up, and the water and electricity were also cut off.

So with the shed owner's helpless apology, the Rolling Stones had no choice but to find another place.

"There are quite a few venues that can accommodate a thousand people, which may be used to record programs, but suitable ones are hard to find!" After running around for two days, Lao Pan returned to the middle of the mountain and complained to Lao Tan, a local native.

Old Tan had already used all the connections he could in this matter, but to no avail.

"Isn't there a bigger venue at the school that we can use, like an auditorium?" As soon as he asked this question, Old Tan felt a little regretful. If there really was a venue at the school that could be used, why would Old Pan come here to complain to him?

Sure enough, Lao Pan sighed even more deeply after hearing this: "Yes, there is, but it's a little small. If it's just for live recording, it should be enough. But if you count the lounges, rehearsal rooms, etc. for 31 bands with less than 100 people, it's not enough..."

"Why don't we ask Luotuo? He should know a lot of local managers. Those guys should know some places."

Hearing this, Lao Pan turned the beer glass in his hand, took out his cell phone and called Qiu Luo. When Qiu Luo heard it was this matter, he took the job without a second thought.

He knew quite a few field staff members, and after sending the requirements to all of them he knew, 90% of them simply read the requirements and gave random replies, while 10% did not respond at all.

It wasn't until the next morning that a local crew member, with whom he had only worked once, sent him some photos and a video.

"Director Qiu, do you think this place is suitable? It used to be a printing factory, but they moved away due to environmental impact assessment issues..."

Qiu Luo was not quite sure whether it could be used as a recording venue for variety shows, but looking at the tall and dilapidated red brick factory building in the photos and videos, he felt that this large factory building would definitely be a good location for filming crime-themed films and TV shows.

After forwarding the video to Pan Jianhu, he replied to the staff: "Thank you, buddy. We will check here. If there is any need, please show me the way."

Without letting Qiu Luo wait any longer, Lao Pan called directly two minutes later: "Luotuo, where is this land?"

"The field management found it. You should know something about it, right?"

Pan Jianhu was stunned for a moment, then he realized what Qiu Luo meant: "Okay, then you ask about the distance. As long as it's not too far from the county level, we'll go check it out now."

……

An hour later, several members of Rolling Stone, including Bian Lang, stood at the gate of the abandoned printing factory, looking at the school wall just two rows of houses away. The staff could only earn 500 yuan in consulting fees.

When Qiu Luo gave the money, he also stuffed a piece of soft jewelry into the worker's pocket: "Thanks, brother, but there is one thing I need to make clear to you. We are here to do our own business. You and the owner..."

Before he could finish his words, the stagehand interrupted him and said, "Director Qiu, if this is your own business, can you give me a job?"

"The recording period for the variety show won't be too long. Those people are all locals. It's not cost-effective for you to take over my job!"

What Qiu Luo said was absolutely true. The wages of the stagehands were paid on a daily basis, ranging from 300 to 500 a day, depending on how the team paid. Of course, there would be some gray income from food, accommodation and transportation, but in the case of the Rolling Stones, it was easy to just pull someone out of the company to coordinate.

Let Nanfeiyan deliver the food, you can find a car to stay in, and you don’t have to worry about accommodation.

But who knew that when the waiter heard that it was a variety show, he asked directly: "Director Qiu, is it that band or something? Are those people from the Rolling Stones?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

After receiving Qiu Luo's affirmative answer, the stagehand named Li Yunkun took out his mobile phone and transferred 500 yuan back to Qiu Luo, then put on an eager expression and said: "Qiu Luo, my daughter is too obsessed with Bian Lang. Give me this stagehand, I promise to arrange it properly for you, without any water in the middle, I just hope that you can bring my daughter to the scene to have a look..."

Qiu Luo smiled and handed him a cigarette, then said, "If the venue is decided, everything will be easy..."

"Okay, when the landlord comes, I'll have a good chat with him..."

……

The landlord had not arrived yet, but Li Yunkun knew the middle-aged gatekeeper, so he led him to visit the entire dilapidated old factory area.

According to the gatekeeper, the entire factory covers a total of 105 acres, and the area we are now taking to visit is about 20 acres. There are a total of 7 large factory buildings and countless supporting small buildings.

Although weeds have grown in the place where the soil leaked, from the 2600-square-meter factory building in front of us, we can still see how popular this factory was in the past.

Seeing the slightly satisfied expressions on the faces of the few people, the more experienced Old Pan asked, "Other parts of this factory are rented, why is this area left uncultivated?"

The middle-aged gatekeeper had obviously answered this question thousands of times, so he answered it without any hesitation: "Well, that's the red line of the protection zone. There are only so many things that can be done within the red line, so..." This kind of thing can be found out by just asking around, there is no possibility of it being concealed.

While Lao Pan continued to understand the situation, Bian Lang and Qiu Luo had already walked into the dilapidated factory building.

Looking at this empty and narrow factory building with a height of more than 10 meters, Bian Lang was reminded of the old Nanyin office. And it seemed that the stage of the original earth was similar to the current venue.

Thinking of this, Bian Lang said to Qiu Luo: "Camel, look at the place. If we make the stage style a little more industrial wasteland, will it be more explosive?"

Qiu Luo stroked his chin for a while, then said, "The effect is good, but that kind of scenery is semi-permanent. It's a waste to use it for only one or two months with such a high investment."

Bian Lang had no idea about the account, but Qiu Luo knew more than he did, and Qiu Luo knew the level of the project and the budget.

Now that he said that, I guess the number won’t be small.

"Well, let Zili and Huayan make an estimate."

"That's right. Hua Yan is an architect by training, and Zi Li is an interior designer. If they come and take a look, their estimate will definitely be more accurate than mine! But we still have to see if the negotiation is feasible."

The two continued to look at the "ruins", feeling the strong smell of industrial hormones from the broken stones on the terrazzo floor and the exposed steel bars on the pillars.

Half an hour later, a skinny, short middle-aged landlord finally appeared in front of everyone. After the groundskeeper chatted with him for a few words, he finished smoking a cigarette of Seven Wolves and spoke first: "You should all know my situation. There is not much that can be done by renting it. Yours should be possible.

But I don’t rent it for a short period of time. The contract starts from 10 years and it’s this 19.6 acres, you have to take it all together…”

This news was unexpected by everyone. Not to mention the 10-year contract, the entire area had to be rented out at once. These conditions were enough to make people feel overwhelmed.

But Bian Lang didn't say much. He was not good at these things, so he left it to Lao Pan to discuss.

An hour later, the group returned to school and frowned in worry in the recording studio which was now large enough to accommodate guests.

"The place is nice, and it can be cleaned up in half a month, but the conditions are a bit stifling!"

After Pan Jianhu finished speaking, Lao Tan also echoed: "I think the janitor and the boss are not telling the truth. If I were the boss, I would rent it if I could. I would have to pay a janitor's salary if the house is empty..."

Old Tan was so little, and several people felt that there was probably something hidden behind this matter. But this kind of hidden story was not something they could easily figure out.