Chapter Seventy-Three: A Flaunting Declaration of War
It's not too early now, and everyone is now starting to deal with the ingredients and bases.
At half-past six, several tables had been put together in the courtyard.
At the front is a small stage with six tables, each of which can seat eight people.
Since they are all shared tables, for everyone's hygiene, everyone has a pair of chopsticks in addition to their own chopsticks.
If you don't mind the whole table, it's okay not to use chopsticks.
Looking at the lively crowd outside, the staff struggled to control the crowd.
Director Zhang has also rushed over now, and he has to admire Lin Ze's ability to attract fans.
At the end of the last show, he had already taken into account the current situation and recruited many staff members, but he still underestimated Lin Ze.
"Line up, line up." Lin Ze beckoned everyone, "Don't worry, everyone, even if it's ten or eleven o'clock tonight, we won't be able to receive many people!" ”
"The family members who got the back number simply don't wait, go back to watch the live broadcast and be accompanied by the spirit, there will be other activities tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, don't worry!"
[God is a special spiritual companion. 】
[I also want to go to the scene, I want to eat hot pot with Brother Lin, isn't that equivalent to indirect ......]
[Upstairs, don't be too outrageous! 】
Lin Ze stood inside, a little far away from the crowd, and Mr. Lin was afraid that some people would rush out and give themselves a knife, and then let their brother remember him for the rest of his life.
After all, this kind of talk can often be seen on the Internet now, many people play memes, but some people take it seriously.
"The pot is boiling! Stinky brother, come on. Su Zitan stood at the gate of the courtyard and beckoned to Lin Ze.
Lin Ze waved his hand to the audience outside again, and then walked back.
It was not a problem to look at it from a distance, and one fan caught a glimpse of the restaurant with the floor-to-ceiling glass windows next to it.
"I don't go to the hot pot, can I go to the restaurant to eat?" This fan said loudly.
Director Zhang, who was standing inside, heard the fan's words and glanced at the empty restaurant next to him.
"Hmm...... It's not impossible, but now the chef eats inside, and there is no chef. ”
"Let's drink, then!" The fan shouted.
"Okay, but ...... The queue comes one by one, each person must order wine, the time limit is twenty minutes, and when the time comes, you have to leave. Director Zhang thought of an expedient measure.
Director Zhang's voice can also be heard.
"No......" Lin Ze poked his head out of it, "do you treat us as monkeys in the zoo?" ”
[No loss, no loss, how much is the wine, can you see the real person through a glass.] 】
[What's more, not only can you see Brother Lin and sister-in-law, but also Aunt Xue and the emperor. 】
[A bottle of wine to see eight stars, yes, when a fan was a certain Yang before, the album signing would cost 500 yuan a ticket. 】
It just so happens that the two rows of people in front of the door are already lined up.
"Everyone who wants to see the next hot pot will wait in place, and the drinks will come one by one."
In the middle of the courtyard, the hot pot was already bubbling.
Lin Ze and Su Zitan sat at one of the tables, and in the middle was butter hot pot.
"Eat it directly? Why don't you go one? ”
A young man asked weakly.
"Let's go? Let's go for one. ”
Everyone stood up one after another, raised the cups in their hands, and there were wine, juice, and tea.
"Come, love and tomorrow!" Lin Ze greeted.
Everyone had a drink in a harmonious atmosphere, and only Ji Chen was holding the guitar on the stage.
"What about me?"
Lin Chunshui Le sat in the audience and played straightly, "Now that there is wine and meat, isn't it just your little song?" Sing it. ”
"Aren't we both in charge of the show? Why do you just sing with me? Ji Chen's face was full of grievances.
Lin Chunshui soaked a piece of hairy belly and stuffed it into his mouth: "You will come down and eat the second time later." ”
Ji Chen's face was full of grief and indignation, and he thought for a while.
Sing a ...... Let's become famous.
Ji Chen plucked the strings, seeing that this melody should have been a song from ten or twenty years ago.
"On the day I graduated, I took the flowers I had planted for three years."
"Go see the girl I've loved for years."
Ji Chen's voice was full of vicissitudes and a little hoarse.
This kind of voice singing this kind of sad song can be regarded as finding the right way, but with the changes of the times, Ji Chen has also been eliminated in time.
At the hot pot table, everyone found a common topic after chatting, and after eating a few bites, they gradually became active.
……
"Oh my mom, I've finally got this done."
In the later stage, the teacher's head was bigger.
"What the hell, really, if you don't have the score in your hand, who knows what you're singing?"
"It's really impossible to transform into the film and television industry, why don't you hold on to the song industry."
Later, the teacher's two words scared the people next to him a lot.
"Don't say it, this is Childe, do you want to let others hear your job?"
"It's okay to open me, at least you don't have to fix his voice in the future, and the difficulty of fixing his voice is the same as if I used a robot thesaurus to spell out a song."
Later, the teacher was a little tired and saved the recorded song, "It's good to finish it before the first one, take it." ”
"Okay, hard work, remember the confidentiality agreement, don't talk about it."
……
"Can it work? How long has it been since the song began, has it been a week? ”
Chen Nan's agent stood behind Chen Nan and looked at the document sent by Lin Ze on the screen with suspicion.
"I ......" Chen Nan had already moved his cursor to the folder, but hesitated.
"I also asked him, I asked him if he wanted to polish it again, and he said that when he remembered that the day after tomorrow was June 1st, he thought it would be more appropriate to release a song on this day to hit the charts......"
The agent opened his mouth, "It's a little crazy, but it'...... Well, it's a bit crazy. ”
Chen Nan sighed, but still clicked on the folder.
First, he hummed slightly along with the score, and Chen Nan's breathing became short.
This song......
Lin Ze really put his heart into it!
This song is by no means stock!
That's who I am!
"Good! Good song, I'll record it in the next two days, and hit the chart on the first of next month! ”
……
Lin Ze ate almost, Su Zitan ate slowly, Lin Ze put the dish in it and counted the time, and when the time came, when the taste was the best, he would give it to Su Zitan.
There is also a floor-to-ceiling glass wall between this and the restaurant.
Lin Ze interacted with them from time to time, and the male fans in them were more skinny than one another.
Now another male fan is huffing on the glass, and then drawing a small peach heart comes out, and throws a wink at Lin Ze.
"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, look at the scarf, Zhang Yang declares war on you!"
Someone shouted from the other side of the restaurant.
"What?" Lin Ze turned on his phone and glanced at his neck.
"The new song "Lovers of the Stars and Moon" is about to be launched! The fact that stinky fish and rotten shrimp can dominate the list only shows one thing, I didn't make a song! ”