Hidden Assassin

Evening, Blue Bird Bar.

Continuous rain seems to be the only theme for this spring and summer, with heads hovering in the small square in front of the bar, all kinds of umbrellas and voices interwoven into a noisy scene, cars honking slowly past the flute, and more than a dozen puppet men in security clothes maintaining order in front of the bar.

The Blue Bird Bar, open to everyone on weekdays, became a consumer place only with tickets from one to Saturday night, a rule that began two months ago, because this time of the week, Concept Bands would sing one or two songs here.

There are no albums, no TV shows, the band's performances are not even professional, at some point, there will be a certain member singing forgetting words, overturning the situation, and then every time I come over, it's just a performance of one or twenty minutes, and then no matter how many protests people have had, the reason it gets noticed is because the weekly song is so amazing, so varied, so perfect composed, almost certain that if a singer sings it, it can burst into turmoil afterwards. And with the launch of Dongfeng Breaking and Jiangnan by the two singers in March, the author's signature confirms the strength of the concept band.

Of course, or it could be said that that was the power of decades of cumulative one-off bursts in the orchestra.

Since a month after the band's performance, that kind of private tape has been circulating in Jianghai City, and since then, at least in Jianghai City, the concept band has gradually become a bunch of fanatical FANS, although the size of hundreds of thousands of people is completely out of proportion to those big stars, but when they come together every Saturday, it's not the size of a small bar like Bluebird that can accommodate them. Later, the bar, with a Sandpiper background, could only send weekly personnel to maintain order and limit the number of people allowed in at a time. But even so, many people who don't have access to tickets will gather outside the bar, wait for the Concepts to finish their performance, and then go home and listen to that noisy tape for over a week.

Out of the car door, Fang Yunshui consciously lowered the edge of the hat, walked into the small square to support the umbrella and talked about the crowd. The four bodyguards were escorting him, and agent Lan spoke softly about what happened after he went in.

“… several people who guard the corridor over there have already been bought up. After the concept has been performed, you go in from the side. No matter who the other party is, don't be angry, say it well... Of course, I know you have a point. Anyway, as long as we don't quarrel, everyone sits together and talks about it, it should be fine, and the other party shouldn't be too unreasonable. After all, it's not long before you come to Jianghai, and you won't tie up any unspeakable beams. ”

“Mmm.”

“Anyway... this is no big deal, Liu Bei is still looking at Mao Lu, you like his song, so you have appreciated him enough... I have never seen such a songwriter...”

Although she said such words, Lan obviously has more dissatisfaction with the concept band, but she is a songwriter. If you pay for this, you will end up writing a song. After so many years of practice, you have not seen a singer have to come to the door like this. The songs written by the helpless party, who don't want money, have red potential, and are not now in Hong Kong. Plus, the company attaches great importance to this composer, there is no way to do it at the moment...

“I understand, Sister Lan.” I perceived the woman's thoughts around me, Fang Yuzhi smiled, "Sister Lan, you are nagging more than before. Are you in love? ”

“Go…”

Two people whispered a few jokes, and when they squeezed into the front door, they noticed that someone seemed to be arguing about something. When they set their eyes, they discovered that it was three foreigners, big and small. The man was Joseph last night. By his side, Heron was the blonde woman who photographed the diamond necklace for 50 million dollars last night. The little, dark, half-haired girl stood next to her mother. She was unhappy. The situation was obvious. They didn't get the tickets in advance, but wanted to go in and see the show. She was also presumably well-known.

“I'm sorry, ma'am, we don't know what you're talking about. We have rules here that if you're going in tonight, you have to book in advance… please don't embarrass us. ”

Although it is said to be a gangster background, it is clear that everyone sent here has been professionally trained. The woman in front of him does not look rich or expensive. The security guard at the door is only good to persuade each other. Joseph, who follows the blonde woman, is deeply locked his eyebrows at this time. Relative to a few security guards, he is almost overwhelmed at this moment and looks at several security guards, it seems like he is looking for the target.

At that moment, Fang Yuxi's heart rose up feeling that, on the one hand, she was secretly happy about the three people's eating, so what if they had money, so what if they had 50 million necklaces? You still couldn't get the tickets in. On the other hand, she even wondered whether she wanted to go out and find a way to let them follow in and connect with each other.

“But... he said he called us here, Blue... Bird... That's right, here...” Disturbingly hand-cut hair, the blonde took a few steps back, then took out a card to cross the name of the bar. Although the expression was disturbing, it seemed that the deity was also unusually tempting. Joseph at the side said, “If you don't normally use tickets, why do you suddenly need them today, this gentleman, ask your manager to come out and talk to me? ”

“Uh, I think...” Seeing Joseph approaching, the security guard took a subconscious step back and looked at the card in Marilyn's hand and said, "Madame, can I see that card you gave me? ”

“Ah? Well, sure.” With a slight stunner, Marilyn handed the card over, "he gave me, by the way, otherwise I couldn't find a place. ”

“Then there's no problem.” I checked the card, and the security guard smiled and handed it back to Marilyn, "Now that you have the card, you can go in at any time, and the backstage can go in as you please. ”

“Uh, really...” Marilyn retrieved the card in her little bag, glanced over at Joseph, and then pulled her daughter in through the door. Fang Yu sighed. Billionaires are billionaires. All this kind of place is randomly brought out with VIP cards... Although it's not a premium place, you can feel the difference, she still feels a little frustrated. If you have that card, you don't have to buy those people to sneak in.

The Blue Bird Bar actually came once last Saturday, just a simple late night carnival, a bar with rules, a dance floor with rules, a stage with rules and rules, and a waiter with rules and rules. After entering the lobby, Fang Yuxi and Nalan squeezed directly towards the access road to the backstage so that they could react in a timely manner. However, only halfway through, Fang Yuxi said a few words to his companions and turned to one side.

In a seat not far away, Joseph frowned and spoke to Marilyn, "The boy… is he really singing here? ”

“Yeah. If he says yes, he must be.” Marilyn responded with a smile, looking at the people's heads around her.

“Amazing scale.” Joseph shook his head and smiled, "I even thought it was Elvis concert looking at those people out there. ”

“He can always do amazing things.” As if her husband or son had achieved such an achievement, Marilyn laughed even brighter, and at that time a woman's voice rang from side to side.

“Well, Mr. Joseph?” There seemed to be some confusion and uncertainty in Yuehui's ears, and Fang Yuxi came from the side. Joseph stood up and had some doubts for a while, but he recognized: “Are you Miss Fang? Your current... and yesterday... Oh, really two..."

“Sorry to bother you by getting drunk yesterday, but I just saw it over there, and I'm not sure. I didn't think Mr. Joseph liked the concept band song either. ”

“It's an honor to serve a beautiful woman. Please sit down. By the way, I almost forgot to introduce you. These two are my companions, Ms. Marilyn, Miss Heidi. This is Miss Fong, Marilyn. Remember? She sat beside me yesterday..."

Under Joseph's introduction, both sides were again in a chill. The little girl didn't seem to like to talk to strangers and didn't even say hello. She was just pulling her mother around to whisper. Due to the noise of the crowd, Fang Yuxi could only roughly hear who she was complaining about. Although she couldn't hear the name clearly, it was not a concept word. Combined with the obvious unfamiliarity of the three people with Concept Band, Fang Yuzheng immediately thought, since they can get that kind of VIP card, is it possible that they have a good relationship with the members of Concept Band?

Marilyn spoke with the little girl, while Fong Yuth and Joseph chatted with each other in the North China Sea, the music in the bar was deafening and the crowd danced on the dance floor. Less often than not, at eight o'clock, all the music slowly stopped under DJ's manipulation, and the madly dancing crowd consciously shrunk their voices, just from this move, you can see how the Conceptual Band is in these people's minds.

“Well, gentlemen, the time is eight o'clock, and the long-awaited show is ready to begin. The time is precious, and I will stop talking, and let's warmly welcome you next - the concept! ”

In an instant, the crowd sounded a boiling cheer, the first shadow came out from behind the small stage, then fell to the ground with a bang, and the surrounding horns made a deafening sharp noise, making everyone in the dance hall couldn't help but cover their ears.

“Sorry... sorry, too many lines, stuck...”

What came out of the microphone was a neutral teenage girl's voice, and the rear person untied the wire wrapped around her feet, and she stood up with a long pole that placed the microphone, and the oolong made another laugh in the crowd. Soon afterwards, all four of them had taken their seats on the small stage, each wearing a ridiculously weird mask and an ugly cape, but it was still easy to recognise that the combination came out today as three women and one man.

“Cough, audition as usual.” Knocked on the microphone, talking to the man singing as the band leader, with an odd banana mask on his face, "Okay, here's Concepts, I'm Banana, and the two folks behind are the familiar cucumbers and eggplants, and the occasional guest string durian over there. Well, according to the old rules, some things first of all, today's mix of songs is quite complicated, so many things are recorded in advance, and the effect of singing is probably not perfect. The background is probably something similar to the concept of a mafia or godfather...”

After hearing the three words of the Mafia, Joseph unconsciously frowned and Marilyn looked her in the eye and then repeated them to Heidi.

“Okay, ready to go, by the way, the song is called... in the name of my father. ”

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