There is no venue.

"What do you mean by 'no venue'?" Roy frowned, his eyes full of confusion and confusion, "This is New York, one of the most densely populated cities in the world, just above Manhattan, there are thousands of performance venues here, how can there be no venue?"

Andy, who was sitting directly across from him, was still smiling and shrugged his shoulders slightly, "This is also one of the most densely populated cities in the world. There are thousands of venues, and there are also thousands of performances. Every day, the city is crowded with countless performances, not just for every inch of land, but also for time, if not more expensive. ”

At the end of the day, it's a matter of time.

It has only been four hours since the decision to hold the concert, and it is not easy to find a suitable venue and negotiate a suitable time in such a limited time. What's more, Studio Eleven is originally an independent workshop, and its influence naturally cannot be compared with top record companies.

As Lan Li himself said, the repercussions and popularity brought by the album "Don Quixote" are actually just bubbles. A light breeze blows, and the smoke disappears. As an actor, Lan Li gradually gained a place in North America and Europe, but as a singer, he is nothing, even Johnny Depp's own rock band wants to hold a concert, and finding a venue is not an easy task.

New York is big, and so is the world.

Turning his head, Andy looked at Lan Li, who was sitting next to him, and continued to explain, "Actually, we found two venues with the right size and price, and there was no problem with the time. “

"But one in Queens, on the border of the Columbia, Italians and Irish gangs, and the other in Brooklyn, which was closed two months ago due to health concerns, reopened just last week, but the environment and conditions are unsatisfactory. ”

After speaking, Andy spread his hands and expressed his helplessness. The former is a public security problem, while the latter is a serious environmental problem.

Nathan looked around questioningly, and found that neither Roy nor Lan Li had any intention of speaking, he couldn't help it anymore, and took the initiative to raise his doubts, "The second venue, why not? Many underground rock bands perform in such venues, and they are even willing to perform next to abandoned stages or garbage heaps." ”

Roy rolled his eyes, "Because it's for one person's concert." ”

"Anyone?" asked Nathan reflexively, but after saying that, it dawned on him the next second, "Oh...... Sorry, I forgot. He patted his head in frustration, and then closed his mouth.

Heather Cross is still in a coma in her hospital bed. This is for her concert. It is unknown what the bad conditions will have on her condition, and in severe cases, the hospital will not even approve Heather out of the hospital, even if she does come to her senses in time.

An impromptu concert with no venue requirements, not even a specific date – it just needs to be done as soon as possible. They thought it would be a simple task, but now they are in a race against time, and the situation is far more complicated than they imagined.

Andy cast an inquiring glance at Lan Li, "We need time. Studio Eleven is doing its best to ask, and I called George Strand just now, and he'll be helping to inquire next. But, we need time. "Over and over again, the only solution to the problem is still time.

This is the only thing that cannot be bought with money.

Lan Li was silent and did not speak.

The doctor said that even if Heather fell into a deep sleep, her condition would not ease, and may even worsen, and the doctor said that if she continued to not regain consciousness and appeared in a coma, the situation would be unpredictable......

Time, life and death, eternity. The eternal topic of mankind is still the same after thousands of years.

Under the watchful eyes of Andy, Roy, and Nathan, Lan Li picked up the phone on the desktop and began to make calls. Andy and Roy exchanged glances and asked each other, but neither of them knew why.

……

Andre Hamilton unfolded his shirt and lay lazily on a beach chair, listening to the chirping and laughter of the models, and the laughter of the sea, the intoxicating blue of the Caribbean Sea gently rippling, and pushing the luxury private yacht like a lullaby, the sun is falling, and the orange halo makes the whole world magnificent and meandering.

On a cold February day, he was always able to find the angle of the sun and enjoy a moment of tranquility.

The cell phone on the low table vibrated with his private number, and only a handful of people knew about it. Reached out and picked up the phone, connected it and put it to his ear, "This is Andrey, you better have a perfect reason to disturb my wonderful vacation." ”

"This is Lan Li, what is the reason for this. ”

A voice with a faint smile came from the other end of the phone, but instead of the familiar lightheartedness, it was stained with a faint layer of exhaustion. Andrei stood up, left the noisy bow and walked in the direction of the stern, "I guess, I have no room for refusal. ”

The stern space suddenly became quiet, the soft southeast wind blew the sails bound to the mast to hunt, the setting sun filled every corner of the sight with impunity, and the blue of the eyes was like a broken crystal, spilling over the whole sea, sparkling and sparkling, thrillingly beautiful.

After hanging up the phone, Andre propped his hands on the railing, quietly looking at the deep blue, but the thoughts in his mind were surging.

For a concert venue, the location must be in New York, the environment must be safe, the conditions must be hygienic, the time, as soon as possible, the sooner the better. As for the rest, there is no limit to the number of people, the specific time, the cost of use, etc.

This is Lan Li's request.

In Andrei's impression, Lan Li seemed to be omnipotent. He knew that it was impossible and ridiculous. But, he did. No matter what happens, what difficulties, no difficulties, no difficulties, Lanli can always unswervingly continue to move forward, ride the wind and waves, and move forward. It was and still is.

But today, for the first time, Andre sensed Lan Li's vulnerability.

Lan Li is well disguised, without any flaws, and even better than most people in the aristocratic class and high society. However, André knew Lan Li—even more than he had imagined, and he could feel a hint of weakness hidden behind that understatement, calm tone.

Impotence. Helpless. Helpless. What is it that can make Lan Li feel powerless?

However, Andre knew why Lan Li contacted him.

As the owner of Dalmore whisky, André has been active in the United States for the past few years, and the film industry is just the tip of the iceberg, in addition to them, they also have close ties with government, business, charity, social groups, etc., and his influence is far stronger than it seems.

Of course, the power of connections in Lan Li's hands is far more powerful than he imagined. Just because he's never used it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

After turning on his phone again and looking through his address book, Andrei's brain began to work rapidly.

After just six or seven phone calls back and forth, and in just thirty minutes of exchange, Andre hung up the last call, edited a text message, and pressed the send button, and then put the phone back in his pocket.

Raising his head, looking at the calm and vast ocean in front of him, so vast, so vast, so far-reaching, as if it could contain the whole world, a gust of sea breeze hit, mixed with the fishiness of the sea water and the dryness of the sun, which made people intoxicated.

Andrei straightened up, returned to the bow of the ship, and shouted, "Guys, all come up, we're going to sail back." ”

"God, Andrey, you're crazy", "Our vacation has just begun, you're in the water in your head", "What's the matter, Andrey, hey, give us an explanation"...... The whining and cursing were endless, one after another, but Andrei didn't care at all, turned around and walked straight in the direction of the cockpit.

It's time to check out New York.

……

The apartment is still busy, Andy and Roy are mobilizing all their forces to find a suitable venue as much as possible, and even Nathan is writing emails to help connect with more potential possibilities.

In the midst of the cacophony, Lan Li's phone vibrated for a moment, it was a text message, which did not attract Andy and Roy's attention at all.

Lan Li turned on her phone, scanned the text messages, and then raised her hand to signal the two of them. Andy and Roy exchanged glances, and although they were puzzled, they ended the conversation as quickly as possible, "I'll call you back right away", and then hung up the phone, and all three of them looked at Lan Li in unison.

"The venue was found. Get in touch with Teddy and we'll start making concert announcements now. Lan Li ignored Andy and Roy's stunned faces, put the phone on the coffee table, showed it to the two of them, then stood up and walked in the direction of the bathroom, "I'll take a hot shower." ”

A long day, a cold day, and now it's finally coming to an end for the time being.

The three of them leaned over with question marks on their heads, picked up their phones, and read the text message. Nathan blinked, his eyes full of confusion, "Andy, Roy, am I dazzled? ”

Roy's face was also full of fright, even the old man Andy was not spared, the smile stiffened in his mouth, and finally turned into a wry smile, "Jesus Christ, what the hell have we done." Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he added, "More precisely, Lan Li Hall, who the hell is this guy?"

A short message appeared on the phone screen:

"Thursday, February 16, 8 p.m., Madison Square Garden, New York. ”