"What's going on? Is there any contradiction between the two of you, Martin?"

Thundercloud was a little surprised by the sudden swearing, after all, although Martin is a chatty machine gun, he was born with a rap and will spray non-stop when he sees people.

But people are still pretty good, although they often say some swear words, and they are all mood particles, but such an obvious verbal attack on a person, it's really the first time I've seen it.

"I'm with him, oh please, how can I have any conflict with a little imp who doesn't have any hair?"

Martin touched his forehead and was speechless, this little ghost has never tasted a woman, if it weren't for Kevin, how could I deal with this kind of little ghost.

But this guy is really a little underwhelmed, if it weren't for Kevin to stop him, he would have to teach him a lesson for his parents!

"Then you are... ”

"They're Dutch. ”

Martin said and pointed to the group of people performing in the RV, pouting a little disdainfully.

"They all belong to the WindMill (windmill) label, and Kevin's DPS (Dead Poets Society) label is a competitor, and Van Dijk, the boss of the big windmill, is a sworn enemy with Kevin. ”

Speaking of this, the thundercloud seems to vaguely understand, and the other party obviously has bad intentions.

"So they're a bunch of damn Dutch pigs, showing up here in their show-specific cars, not messing around, what are they doing??"

Martin cursed fiercely, and raised his middle finger again in disunderstanding, but remembering Kevin's instructions, he really wanted to get rid of these guys immediately, so he could only breathe helplessly.

Seeing that the audience at the electronic music festival was attracted to each other, Martin still couldn't understand why Kevin let this group of Dutch pigs in!

Vincent was even invited to perform live, and it was prime time in the night?!

Oh hell, Kevin should have seen what these Dutch pigs were up to, he'd definitely regret it!!

"WindMill, big windmills. ”

Thundercloud muttered the name, a very influential star label in Europe, and it can be said that under the creation of a group of Dutch DJs, it has become a faintly iconic label among electronic music labels.

After all, even he has heard of it in China, and this kind of influence can be imagined.

You must know that the Netherlands is recognized as the kingdom of electronic music, and the entire top 100 DJ list is almost the world of the Dutch!

In particular, the most famous TOP star DJs are basically Dutch, and most of these Dutch people will join the most influential windmill labels.

These celebrity DJs don't just DJs, almost all of them have the ability to produce electronic works with a strong personal style, and the audience is very wide.

When so many big-name DJs belong to the same label, and so many excellent electronic music works are released on the same label, you can imagine the influence and scale of this label in the electronic music industry.

As for the Dead Poets Society label founded by Kevin, it is a small label that has only emerged in recent years, mainly publishing dark and niche works such as Dubstep.

Naturally, its influence cannot be compared with the top label such as Big Windmill.

"What a windmill! Phew! Look, God forbid, one day, Kevin will definitely outdo these damn guys!"

Martin has a blind trust in his best brother, Kevin.

For example, this time-related international electronic music festival held with a huge amount of money, there are many people in the entire electronic music industry who are looking down, thinking that Kevin's rich second generation is just throwing money in vain, and the niche of electronic music simply can't support such large-scale events and parties.

But Martin doesn't think so, he has watched the atmosphere at the scene in the past few days, and firmly believes that this event will definitely be a success, and even another one next year!

"Knock! knock!"

Suddenly, a deafening sound shook the audience, and the pitch-black and silent electronic screen suddenly lit up in an instant!

The huge 'Size The Day' flashed on it, and then an Arabic numeral 10 appeared, frozen in motion.

“Ten！Nine！Eight！······”

With an extremely low male voice starting to count down, the numbers on the screen changed synchronously with the countdown, almost everyone couldn't help but get excited, and hurried to the main stage with great excitement.

"Oh my God! The party is on!

"Damn, all the good seats are gone!"

"Jesus is on top, the sound is amazing!"

"Haha! Have fun in time!I can't wait!!"

The Ravers who had been surrounding the RV before suddenly scattered as if a bomb had been dropped, and they all ran quickly with excitement, for fear of missing this shocking opening!

"Hahaha! Oh, Jesus bless! Look at these poor fellows, they don't know what's going on! Haha! What a day!"

Martin in the crowd looked at the faces that were a little stunned, and he only felt as cool as a shot, laughing and clapping, he couldn't stop clapping, he was simply happy.

"What the hell, how do these guys run faster than rabbits??"

"Only God knows! ”

"Look over there, Vincent, isn't that Martin slut?"

Vincent was dejectedly packing up the disc player when he suddenly heard Martin's name, looked up at it, and immediately shouted.

"Hey guys, who do I see?"

Before, hundreds of people were surrounded here, and it was impossible to see who was who, but now basically everyone is almost running, Martin, an old black and Thundercloud, a yellow-skinned Asian, naturally looks a little dazzling on this empty field.

"Hey, Martin, why are you interested in coming here? Is the Dead Poets Society going to join us in the windmill?"

A black man of the same skin color laughed and shouted, and the group of people next to him also laughed.

"O Fuxk U Arthur! fuck the windbreaker! What the hell, why are you coming to our party when you're so good?"

Martin was also not to be outdone, and instantly provoked the black Arthur to stand up with some excitement, and several people next to him immediately shouted, 'Hey, man, don't be so impulsive!', and hurriedly grabbed him.

"Fuxk U! Martin! Kind of to lick Lao Tzu's ass!"

Although the person was stopped, Arthur's mouth did not stop scolding back, and he tilted his head to look at the thundercloud, as if only then did he notice the yellow-skinned young Asian man.

"Hey guys! Look who this is, Kevin's Chinese genius!"