"Yes, you really need to use Peking Opera accompaniment, otherwise it will be easy to get into trouble." Li Qiuhong agreed with Hao Duoyu.

"Then let's continue..."

Hao Duoyu said.

"Okay." Sun Ying replied.

Hao: Long hair causes ripples

Baibu exhibition Shiji

Kappa pole swing...

The three of them continued to polish their songs in the practice room.

the other side.

Chen Xianhe called his old buddy.

"Hey, Lao Yang, I'm Lao Chen. I'm coming to the capital right away. I have a job..."

"..."

"Hey, Old Bu, come to the capital quickly. I have a job..."

"..."

"Hey, Lao Wang, come to the capital quickly..."

"..."

The white-haired Lao Yang went to pick up his granddaughter from school when he received a call from Chen Xianhe.

Chen Xianhe asked him to go to the capital. It has been almost 20 years since the band was disbanded. Who would have thought that the Shit Beetle band, which was so high-spirited back then, would now be a bad old man?

After receiving the call, he sent his granddaughter back, started packing his luggage, and bought a ticket to the capital.

…

At the funeral in the countryside, Lao Bu was playing the electronic piano when his cell phone vibrated.

When Old Bu saw that it was Chen Xianhe who had opened it, he fell silent for a moment. After smoking two cigarettes, he went back.

After making a phone call, he ignored the funeral and packed his things directly to the capital.

Who would have thought that a once-all-powerful figure would be present at a funeral in a rural area?

…

Lao Wang drum training class.

Lao Wang was in class when his cell phone rang. After answering the call, he took his student leave and directly bought a ticket to the capital.

…

The next day, Beijing Airport.

Hao Duoyu and Chen Xianhe drove Ye Zisu's business car to Beijing Airport.

"Old Chen, where did you find the band? Is it reliable?" Hao Duoyu asked.

"Nonsense, they were also influential figures in the whole of China back then, making countless girls unable to close their legs. How could they be unreliable?"

Chen Xianhe glanced at Hao Duoyu and said with disdain.

"That's okay, then I'll feel relieved."

Hao Duoyu wanted to do this well, so he asked Lao Chen to find a band. After all, he was an insider, so he would definitely find someone good.

After a while, an old man with silver hair and a height of 1.8 meters walked up to Chen Xianhe.

"Old Chen?"

"Lao Yang?"

The two of them smiled and hugged each other, with tears welling up in their eyes.

"We haven't seen each other for twenty years, right?" Chen Xianhe said.

"Eighteen years and six months." Lao Yang told the time.

I remember when I was so high-spirited that I could urinate ten feet in the face of wind. Now my prostate is inflamed, I urinate frequently and urgently, and I can’t finish urination.

Don't talk about peeing for ten feet, you have to wait for a while if you want to pee.

Pee waiting.

This is useless!

Time is not forgiving.

"Lao Bu, where are Lao Wang? Are they here?"

Chen Xianhe looked at his watch and said, "It's probably almost here."

While he was talking, an old man with a shaved head, short sleeves, jeans, and tattoos all over his exposed body came next to Chen Xianhe.

He had a fierce look on his face. If he said that he was the boss of the underworld, Hao Duoyu would definitely believe it.

"Lao Chen, Lao Yang!"

"Old Bu!"

The three people hugged each other.

Hao Duoyu was dumbfounded. Where did he find this weird thing?

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you make music.

Not long after, a fat man panting came to the three of them.

"Old Chen? Old Yang? Old whore?"

"Oh, Lao Wang, the food is good, but you are so fat that you are like a bear!" Chen Xianhe joked.

"I said, Lao Wang, how old are you now, why are you still calling me nicknames?" Lao Bu went up and punched him and said.

"Lao Wang, you have indeed gained a lot of weight! You must be 200, right?" Lao Yang asked.

"Almost, almost...hahaha..."

"How about we chat while walking?" Hao Duoyu said.

"Who is this?"

"Stop talking and let me guess..."

"Is this Lao Chen's son?"

One sentence for each of the three people.

Hao Duoyu was a little speechless. Where did you see this?

I don't look like him, okay?

"Oh, it would be great if he were my son..."

Chen Xianhe sighed, he had to admit that Hao Duoyu was indeed talented.

Chen Xianhe read the song he wrote for Ye Zisu and found it quite impressive.

This guy is so young and his writing is better than his own. It’s unreasonable!

So he often quarrels and finds fault with Hao Duoyu, which is actually a kind of changed liking.

Especially when Hao Duoyu said that he wanted to promote Peking Opera, Chen Xianhe completely felt that this young man was not simple.

He is talented, has a big picture view, and his three views are absolutely correct!

You see there are so many talented people, does anyone want to promote Peking Opera?

No!

Except for Hao Duoyu who had this idea, not even Chen Xianhe had such an idea.

This is why when Hao Duoyu asked him to find a band, he immediately thought of his previous band.

Although something happened that year and the band disbanded, he went to work as a musician at the Mei Lanfang Grand Theater and did not return to Greentown until a few years ago.

But if we talk about the band.

In his mind, if the dung beetle is number two, no one will dare to claim number one!

Find the best band to help Hao Duoyu with errands and promote Peking Opera. Except for their Shit Beetle Band, no one else is worthy!

"You have a beautiful idea..." Hao Duoyu said.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Several people laughed.

…

Nie Xiaoyu and Ye Zisu have already booked private rooms at the hotel and are waiting for them to come over.
To be continued...