Jiang Dongliu had already watched the video of Dahan Fengyun's game before.

This band has a heavier style.

It's a bit like the "Awakening Mountain" in a parallel world, and it belongs to a heavy metal core band.

Jiang Dongliu is not a professional musician, so he cannot make a professional evaluation of Dahan Fengyun's skills.

But from the perspective of a rock fan, he thinks that Dahan Fengyun's skills are okay, the rhythm is heavy enough, ruthless enough, and stable enough, and the scene is extremely inflammatory.

Especially Hao Han's electric guitar, the chords brushed out are particularly distinct and powerful, and the tacit understanding with Zhao Dalong's drums often gives people a sudden impact pleasure and makes people have the urge to boil their blood.

Even if you look at it on the computer, you can still feel the violent aura that wants to gush out of the bones of this band.

Ordinary singers really can't suppress such violent bands.

It's a pity that Hao Han's voice is average.

He has a deliberate black nuclear voice.

A mouth is a booming bark, like a tank running over a person's brain, and it is impossible to hear what he is singing.

On the contrary, their band's bassist Xia Feng and keyboardist Liu Yun's singing is quite textured, which can add a lot of points to their band's performance.

Jiang Dongliu has a natural affection for the band called "Fengyun".

But Dahan's style is too heavy and violent, and it feels like it will get out of control at any time.

He wasn't sure if such a band would be able to give him versatile music.

After all, it is impossible for him to move songs and only move hardcore metal-style works.

For music festivals in different regions and styles, he has to perform works with a variety of styles.

He himself prefers to find a panacea band that can perform more musical styles.

Qian Dachao insisted on finding Dahan Fengyun.

According to his words, the musicians of Dahan Fengyun are all senior masters.

It is at least two levels higher than the musicians who jumped ship in Daqin Iron Mine.

Musicians who have been in Datang for a few years are not joking.

As long as they recognize Jiang Dongliu's music and are willing to cooperate, they will definitely be able to interpret different styles of soundtracks.

Now as long as Jiang Dongliu is optimistic about them, there is something to talk about this matter.

"How about it, Lao Jiang, let's go to A Hao at night to experience the live performance of Dahan Fengyun. This kind of heavy band, you can only see it live to get a glimpse of their technique. Anyway, as far as I watched their band before, I think their music is very good, and it is very enjoyable, why don't you go and have a good time at night?"

"Okay, what time are they playing?" asked Jiang Dongliu, eating crab sticks.

"They were scheduled for the first game, which was supposed to start at half past seven. But they are relatively low in the rankings, and they can't play until after half past eight. You're playing matchups tonight, aren't you?"

"yes, I haven't signed up yet, but the song has already been recorded. Tonight, I went to the Guizhou dialect area to play a game. ”

"Well, I heard Tang Zhi say it. There are few people in the Guizhou dialect area, and it is estimated that you can finish the matter before seven o'clock, and we will go directly to the city when it is over. ”

"OK, I'll listen to you. ”

"Okay, I'll call Hao Han in the afternoon to make another appointment. Waiting for their game to finish in the evening, let's meet and chat directly in the Datang Club. ”

Jiang Dongliu gave Qian Dachao an OK gesture, and just cared about eating, so he didn't say anything to Qian Dachao first.

After eating, walk a hundred steps and live to ninety-nine.

After a refreshing meal of plate crabs.

Jiang Dongliu didn't stay in the club for long, and walked back to the hotel to take a nap for health.

I slept for almost an hour.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong!"

A hurried doorbell woke him up.

Yawning and turning over on the bed, Jiang Dongliu was about to get up.

Qian Dachao outside the door couldn't wait, and shouted in a rough voice: "Lao Jiang, are you there?"

"Here, don't scream. ”

Jiang Dongliu had a premonition that Qian Dachao was in a hurry, so he gave himself a few more notes, and quickly came outside to open the door for Qian Dachao.

"Lying ...... it, why are your eyes so red!"

After seeing Jiang Dongliu, Qian Dachao was taken aback.

Jiang Dongliu only felt that his eyes were very awkward, as if they were going to bleed pus, sticky.

Looking in the mirror by the door, he himself was startled.

At this time, he was like a layer of magma on his eye mask, and he had fiery red scars, which is a typical symptom of red eye.

"Damn! I've got pink eye! I don't think I'm allergic!"

Qian Dachao subconsciously took a step back, afraid of being infected by Jiang Dongliu, and asked with a bitter face: "Who infected you? No one in our club has this disease." ”

Jiang Dongliu scratched his cheeks and thought about it, and said: "There seems to be a person in this hotel who has pink eye, and I was in the elevator with that person before. ”

"You're infected, you're too unlucky, aren't you?"

Qian Dachao expressed sympathy for Jiang Dongliu's experience, and walked out: "I'll quickly buy you some erythromycin eye ointment, don't make a serious fuss about your disease, there are many important games ahead." ”

"Well, you buy more. ”

Jiang Dongliu didn't believe in his immunity this time, and he still had to take medicine when it was time to take medicine.

After a while, Qian Dachao bought the erythromycin eye ointment and handed it to Jiang Dongliu in a hurry.

When Jiang Dongliu squeezed the eye ointment into his eyes, he asked Jiang Dongliu with a little anxiety: "Can you go out in the afternoon?"

"What do you say, I'm like this, what else do I have to go out? Jiang Dongliu leaned his head back on the sofa, looking unloved.

Qian Dachao took off his beloved dark green beret and scratched most of the inch, obviously stumped by something.

Jiang Dongliu rubbed a little between his eyes, looked at Qian Dachao, who was scratching his ears and cheeks, and asked him, "What's wrong?

"That's right, I just called Hao Han and asked them to talk about cooperation after the evening performance. As a result, the guy told me that another club in the city had approached them and wanted to ask them to help perform. It was a C-level club, and the singers were going to participate in the APM25 Challenge, and they were very hopeful of getting a place, and Hao Han and they were now more inclined to help the singers of that club. ”

Jiang Dongliu said calmly: "Then let them go, and we will cooperate again if we have the opportunity in the future." ”

"No, we're too short on time, I just contacted a few clubs opened by friends to see if I can borrow reliable musicians, but they all have full appointments, and they have performance plans in the short term. If we want to miss Hao Han and them, it will not be so easy to find another great musician. ”

Jiang Dongliu realized the seriousness of the matter, if he didn't have the help of musicians, he just relied on him to compete with a guitar, then even if he was a god of music, it would be impossible to make waves in the highly competitive APM Challenge.

After a moment of silence, he asked Qian Dachao: "Then what now? Or, you contact the original musicians of the club, they should come back to help you because of your face." ”

Qian Dachao was embarrassed: "It's not impossible to ask them for help, but there are two things wrong, one is that their level is low, and it's okay to score the singers who are 10,000 years after Chunsheng." Give you accompaniment, I'm afraid they'll hold you back. ”