Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 56 Bian’s mother, Russell Ping (please read and recommend)

Bian Lang hadn't thought about this before. After all, he was helping Zhu Yan to look after the store and find a temporary office space. Now that he decided to cooperate, he had to use all these resources.

In his previous life, he also came from the stage of an underground band, and he couldn't be more clear about how difficult it was for the band's records to sell before there was no business.Their first album at that time was a black album that didn't even have a version number. The brothers spent their own money to make 1000 copies and sent them to record stores, bars, and art bookstores for consignment. As a result, they signed a contract with the company. There are more than 800 pieces left.

After the business, the situation was not much better until the Lexia fire. Except that some of them could be sold during performances, they were put in the warehouse to eat ashes at other times.

Given the current situation in the rock music scene of Aqua Blue Star, Bian Lang felt that as long as he spoke, none of these bands would refuse.

On the way home, he sent a WeChat message to Lao Zhaoxian: "Brother Zhao, I want to ask you a favor. I went to a friend's record store. There are too few albums of domestic rock bands. I would like to ask you to support me and bring your band Give me some of his album, to support the facade!"

Lao Zhao, who was drinking and chatting with Li Hao in Sigu, was happy when he saw the news, and immediately replied in voice: "Thank you, brother, you are still thinking of me for this good thing, Lao Zhao. Give me your address and I will give it to you tomorrow." Send a few hundred copies over. I'll also get some autographed ones for you. Don't worry about the money. We'll talk about it after they're sold out."

Li Hao listened for a while and joked: "Which out-of-town gangster wants to help you sell CDs? Last time, you sold less than 100 of the 10 CDs you sent. Can you earn back the courier fee?"

Old Zhao was not shocked by Li Hao's realistic ridicule, and replied cheerfully: "It's Bianlang, didn't he leave a WeChat message when he went to record the show this time. He said he entered a video store owned by a friend... If it was someone else, I wouldn't bother to bother, if he opens his mouth, no matter whether he can sell it or not, he must support this matter!"

"I heard what you said about him on the show. It's really good to play here! The songs and people are good. Why didn't we notice when you said he was still playing with BJ?"

Old Zhao was also puzzled: "I can't figure it out either, this kid looks like he jumped out of a crack in a rock!"

"Well, let's get him some of the ones that are eating dust in our band warehouse and join in the fun!"

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Early the next morning, Bian Lang got up and walked to the snack street, intending to check out the new store of the original owner's mother.

It was just after 10 o'clock when we arrived at the site. Bian Lang bought a bowl of thin bean flour at the street corner and carried it inside. He saw the spray-painted fence with the three big characters of "Nan Feiyan" printed on it. It takes a while.

Looking back, he saw the little chubby girl in Qibuxue, so he walked in with the watery bean powder, planning to finish it in the store before going to the record store, but as soon as he stepped in, he heard her sister's voice. : "Xiao Lang, why are you free to come here today? Isn't the studio busy?" Bian Lan's sitting position was blocked by the bar, so Bian Lang couldn't see it from the outside.

"I heard from Ai Hao that my mother had decided on the opponent, so I came over to see if there was anything I could do to help..."

Before she finished speaking, another female voice floated out: "Then I want to thank you, Master Bian!" Bian Lang's mother, Russell Ping, was in the corner, and she couldn't see her unless she walked to the middle of the store. of.

Fortunately, Bian Lang was somewhat mentally prepared. Although it was a little awkward, he still called out: "Mom!"

"I heard from your sister that you've been doing well recently. Come and sit down and have a chat." The sarcasm made Bian Lang shake his head, but he could only bear it.

Bian Lan realized that the situation was a bit tense, so he came to the rescue and said, "Xiao Lang, I heard from your brother-in-law that your affairs went very smoothly this time, and I also downloaded the song. It's really good."

"What's the good thing, let me listen to it."

Luo Luoping didn't want to see her son before, mainly because Bian Lang had no grades and he still didn't have a partner in his 30s, which made her worried.

But as a strong woman who has been working hard in the catering industry for decades, she is used to being strong in speaking and doing things. Now that Bian Lang's career has improved, although she agrees with it in her heart, she still can't change this habit in her mouth. Come.

This was obviously a word of concern, but when it came out of her mouth, it smelled like reproach.

If it were the original owner, he would probably say: "You don't understand even if I tell you that." He pushed back, but when he got to Bianlang, he replied obediently: "The studio is still being renovated. It can be done by the middle of this month." It’s over. The new song will be in the top 10 of the charts before the end of the month.”

After hearing this mantra's answer, Russell Ping was certain that her son had really changed: "Can the decoration team you hired work? If not, can I transfer it to you?" Although her tone was still a bit tough, But Bian Lang could tell that it was his mother who was still holding it.

"That's not necessary. My two days in the morning and two days in the evening won't affect it. But Mom, you have to finish it before school starts, so don't let it delay you."

"It's okay, there won't be any delay. We will be able to open at the end of this month. Will your band come and perform then?" Although it was a question, the tone that was unquestionable meant that the matter was settled.

Hearing this, Bian Lan hurriedly smoothed things over: "Mom, Xiaolang and the others are professional rock bands. It's not appropriate to come here to give you a commercial performance."

Before Russell Ping could say anything, Bian Lang said first: "Okay, tell me the time in advance, and we will come then." On this point, Bian Lang's attitude is absolutely correct, and he will perform business for the opening of his store, That must be arranged.

When Bian Lang said this, even Luo Suping herself was startled, she just said casually that Bian Lang really didn't want to do this, and she wouldn't force it.

After all, she still has a bit of common sense, the ones she usually invites for business openings are just for fun, and her son is a serious band, so she will definitely feel inferior if she does this job.But Bian Lang agreed without hesitation, so she didn't expect it at all.

But the surprise is the surprise, and Luo Suping hasn't reached the point where she can't answer the words: "You will accept the performance fee at that time. By the way, Xiaolang, your sister just gave me an opinion, saying that we will fly to Nanfeiyan It should be changed here, the brand tone is not in line with the consumption habits of college students, what do you think?"

Bian Lang didn't know much about business, but he had seen a lot in his previous life and could tell a few things: "I can't say the taste and quality of our Guoqiao rice noodles, but think about it, Mom, on this street There are eight, if not ten, similar stores that have closed down. All the time-honored stores in Spring City have folded on this street..."

Combined with the memory of the original owner, Bian Lang said a lot, and some Luo Suping really listened to it.

"It makes sense. I'll go back and think about it...Son, yes, come on..." After speaking, Luo Suping stood up and patted Bian Lang on the shoulder.

Bian Lang searched all the memories of the original owner for this sentence, and he has never heard of it since the day he started playing music.And in his previous life, he hadn't heard this sentence for at least 20 years.

This time, it hit the softest part of his heart.

Feeling a little overwhelmed, Bian Lang simply lowered his head to fool him, but inadvertently turned his head and saw Luo Suping's wrinkled hands.

During the last period of his life in the hospital, it was the same hands that fed him and wiped away the sweat stains all over his body.

"A pair that cannot be modified..." Bian Lang thought of this song, but didn't want to hum it at this moment.

"Thank you mom, I made you worry about it before..." Bian Lang stretched out his hand and gently pressed Luo Suping's hand.

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