Just to Sweep the Entertainment Industry Chapter 306: Three drinks and five dishes

The streets of Chengdu in the evening are very lively.

Yan Lu was sitting in the car, looking at the scenery outside the car window, slightly dazed.

Although the names are the same, they are two different cities, which makes Yan Lu become familiar little by little in the strangeness.

Xiang Shifeng's dinner came much faster than Yan Lu expected.

After all, according to the normal way, Xiang Shifeng should be held, and not only him, but also the so-called bigwigs in his circle, will not see himself.

Then he sees that he has no way to ask for help, he runs into obstacles in many ways, and finally when he is desperate, he will appear with a sense of superiority, and give a little benefit, so that he can complete this music festival.

That's how he won, and how he humiliated himself.

However, he chose to meet for dinner first, even if the meal was not so delicious.

The place to arrive is the Red Pavilion, located in a deep alley in the corner of the city.

The car can't get in, so you have to walk in from the alley.

A private chef like the Red Pavilion is only open to a few people, even a short walk is bound to be unusual.

On the walls on both sides, there are either master-level paintings, or valuable antiques embedded in lattices, or a whole surface of supernatural carvings from top to bottom.

Walking only one way is like walking through an art gallery.

At the door of the Red Pavilion, a waiter greeted me and walked all the way to an accordion located further down.

Plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are scattered and decorated, with fragrant fragrance, and silk and bamboo are pleasant to the ear.

One of the round tables, not too big or too small, can seat eight people.

When Yan Lu and several others arrived, there were already people seated at the round table, no more than no less, just four people.

A middle-aged man headed by the voice heard the voice and looked up. When his eyes swept over Yan Li, there was a playful look at first, and then it was normal for Confucianism.

The playful appearance appeared abruptly and dissipated quickly. It is estimated that only Yan Lu noticed it among the few people present.

Since it was a dinner party for each other, Xiang Shifeng wouldn't make each other look ugly when they met, that would be too unstyled, so after that, Xiang Shifeng stood up and stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Yan Lu, I'm Xiang Shifeng. I've heard your name a lot in the past few months, and your songs are being sung in the streets."

"Mr. Xiang has already won the award, I'm just a newcomer." Yan Lu was not someone who had never seen the world, so he naturally reached out and held Xiang Shifeng's hand in one place.

I only felt that it was a thick and powerful palm with a low body temperature. It was only for less than three seconds that it gave him a feeling like holding a python.

He felt that half of this feeling was related to his vigilance and hostility towards Xiang Shifeng, and the rest was the way he himself felt.

After a simple greeting, we were seated.

The people Yan Lu brought here were Wang Zhang and Dong Xukun, as well as Dong Xukun's deputy, Sun Cinian.

The three people brought by Xiang Shifeng were 'friends', which made Yan Lu interested.

After all, these three 'friends' must have a good role to play in this dinner.

A meal was eaten by all the guests. From the scene, there was a real sense of intimacy with each other, especially when the cups were exchanged, there was an atmosphere like two brothers.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, it's time for business.

As expected, when another glass of wine bottomed out, Xiang Shifeng leaned on Yan Li's shoulders and said as if he was not drunk: "Brother Yan, I've really hit it off with you, really, I listen. I felt that way when you sang. But in fact, we are really destined, you may not believe it when you say it."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the 'friend' Zhang Zihao, who was sitting on his left hand, who had been drinking until his face was flushed, "My friend is also a music lover, and then you said that by coincidence, he The first thing I said when I came back to China was to hold a music festival!"

The deliberate way of punctuating sentences is enough to arouse the nerves of everyone, especially the strict side.

He said earlier that this meal was unusual. Wang Zhang and the three of them were people who had mixed in at the wine table, so even if they didn't drink less of those yellow, yellow and white things, the line in their hearts was still tense.

So at first glance, the three people's hearts thumped, and they secretly said 'come'.

Over there, Xiang Shifeng was still talking, "And do you know what's even more coincidental? The day he chose is at the end of this month, in the monkey park."

Monkey Park is the first ideal location in the project book. It is also the main venue for large and small events in Chengdu in recent years. The surrounding facilities are complete and the transportation is convenient. There is a subway station within 300 meters. too perfect.

When Dong Xukun went to communicate before, the other party only said that he would not rent to the public for the time being, and did not mention that there would be a music festival at the end of the month.

So, he is not sure now, whether they did a good job of keeping secrets deliberately, or whether it was an ad hoc decision so they didn't announce it to the public.

But no matter what kind it is, if Xiang Shifeng dares to say it, it means that it is a sure thing, and it is clear that he wants to compete with them.

Dong Xukun's thoughts changed for a while, and there were inevitably subtle changes in his expression, and his whole person seemed to be cold and alienated a lot.

On the other hand, Yan Lu still looks calm and relaxed. He smiled and nodded, "That's a coincidence."

He turned his gaze to Zhang Zihao and said sincerely, "Then we can learn from each other."

Zhang Zihao has a bit of a big tongue. Although he seems to be still awake, his reaction is a few beats slow. "It's easy to say, I used to study with foreign music festivals, and then I want to come back and do it myself." /

Speaking of this, he seems to be a lot excited, he should be very interested in this topic, so he continued: "To be honest, domestic music festivals are really boring, there are so many people going back and forth, the atmosphere I can't get up at all."

"Then the music festivals I participated in abroad are called music festivals. The whole world is an element of music. When you are in it, you want to play crazy. Everyone is very relaxed. Just like the German heavy truck music. Festival, do you know what that scene was like? It was..."

Zhang Zihao was talking incessantly. The names of the music festivals were spit out from his mouth. At least it means that even if he is not a participant, he has at least been there, so he can describe it in such detail. ~IndoMTL.com~ Moreover, it can be seen that he has a lot of his own ideas about the music festival, and he seems to be a person who wants to do big things.

But at this time, I heard him change his tone, and suddenly stared straight at Yan Lu and said, "It's not that I don't give you face, but your music festival is really bad, it looks pompous. It's quite big, but that's what it is."

Not only did Zhang Zihao's words become more and more rude, but his demeanor also became disdainful.

Xiang Shifeng looked at it, but didn't speak, didn't make a round of it, just suddenly focused on what to eat on the table, or the lighter at hand was insensitive.

Zhang Zihao continued: "Your music festival has no special features at all, and the band you invited is not good either. It doesn't matter what kind of co-band you beat away, that band has no platform at all, and it is not relevant to the kindergarten. It's like children, it's like you're excited and you've done something amazing."

"Yan Lu, I'm not blowing it, I'll tell you, in my music festival, the one that will definitely kill you in seconds. If you don't believe it, let's compete."

"But let's talk about this fate, because Xiang always sits at the same table to eat, so we don't need to do things like that."

"Otherwise, don't do your music festival. Anyway, you didn't say whether the next stop in Chengdu would be the Sweet Potato Music Festival. You would just bring your few bands to my place to sing. The two songs are interesting, I will definitely arrange a good time period for you, okay.”

This alms-like tone finally made Wang Zhang, Dong Xukun and Sun Cinian change their faces.

Yan Lu glanced around and saw Xiang Shifeng, who was playing with a lighter in his hand, looking at him casually with bright eyes.