"Card!"

shouted the director.

Hao Duoyu breathed a sigh of relief, finally finishing the photo.

Sun Ying ran to the RV to take off her makeup. The weather in June and July was very hot, especially since she was wearing a thick costume and a phoenix crown weighing several kilograms on her head. It was impossible to say it wasn't hot.

On the contrary, it was the Shit Beetle Band that impressed Hao Duoyu. The old men looked so handsome dressed up like this!

If I make a short video and post it online, it will definitely become a hit on the Internet and attract countless fans.

"Let's go back and record songs. I feel like I've found my groove." Ye Zisu said.

She saw the performance of Hao Duoyu and Sun Ying, combined with Peking opera songs, and was deeply touched, and she found her own state immediately.

"good!"

Hao Duoyu immediately agreed. He originally planned to stay in the capital for seven or eight days and be done with it, but he didn't expect so many things to happen.

When he had free time in the past two days, he sent a video to Jin Lian and asked about Hao Shuai's situation.

Hao Shuai behaved very well at Jin Lian's house. After all, he was his class teacher, so he was quite obedient.

Many children do not listen to their parents, but instead obey their teachers.

Through this period of contact with Hao Shuai, Jin Lian also better understood the difficulties of being a parent.

It seems unreasonable to have classes during the day and have to watch Hao Shuai write homework at night. After he has finished, he has to check and sign.

She has already corrected it. The homework is assigned when school is over, and they can just come back after school and let them write it themselves.

But other teachers did not do this, and still posted it to the parent group. Hao Shuai asked Jin Lian every day, what kind of homework are numbers?

What kind of homework is English?

After such a change of position, Jin Lian also understood the feelings of many parents.

…

Kunpeng Entertainment Company, recording studio.

"good!"

After Ye Zisu finished singing, Hao Duoyu applauded. She sang so well this time and expressed the heartbreak of lovelorn very vividly.

The Dung Beetle Band also agreed, she sang really well.

Most of the tasks in the capital have been completed. After finishing the last thing, Hao Duoyu can go back.

That is to come up with the formula of Red Bull.

This needs to be done by professionals. Zhao Tianhao helped him contact a doctor from the Chinese Academy of Sciences to help make the formula.

At night, inside a five-star hotel in Kyoto.

"Hello, hello, I'm Wei Qiang from the Chinese Academy of Sciences." Wei Qiang stretched out his hand.

"Hello, hello, I'm Hao Duoyu."

The two shook hands and entered the topic after a simple courtesy.

"I want you to help me develop a drink that can refresh your mind and fight fatigue."

"That's no problem. Do you have any other requirements?"

"By the way, I have the formula, but I don't know the specific proportions."

"What do you think."

"Water, sugar, citric acid, flavor, taurine, lysine, inositol, caffeine, vitamin PP, vitamin B6, vitamin B12, sodium benzoate, tartrazine, carmine."

Dr. Wei Qiang wrote all this down. This matter was not difficult for him in the first place, but it became even easier with the formula.

The two signed a contract, and Hao Duoyu paid half of the remuneration, and the rest will be paid after the results come out.

the other side.

Inside Qinyun Bar.

Ye Zisu, Nie Xiaoyu, and Ye Zisu's celebrity friends brought the Beetle Band to Qinyun Bar.

A member can only bring two people. Ye Zisu couldn't bring five people, so she asked her friends to help.

After filming the video, Hao Duoyu said that there was a game that night, and the Shit Beetle Band and Ye Zisu didn't tell Hao Duoyu that they were going to destroy Huang Can in the evening.

The Shit Beetles still wore long blouses, which were indeed a bit handsome, and they couldn't bear to take them off. They wanted to use the most handsome posture to knock Qin Yun Bar down.

A few people found seats, ordered something casually, sat down and slowly enjoyed it.

The rock band on the stage, Microorganisms, is singing their theme song "Macro World". Today is a rock concert, and the Dung Beetle Band has been well prepared before coming. They are here to destroy the place.

Rock and roll is about being cool and high.

The fierce drum beats and high bass sound make it easy for people to sway along with the rhythm.

When the song ended, the audience cheered.

"Is this also good?"

"That's it, do you know rock and roll?"

"Next, I'll let you see what it means - rock and roll!!!"

Several old men walked up to the stage in high spirits and said arrogantly.

The audience in the audience was confused. What do these old men do?

"Who are they?"

"How do I know?"

"Are you here to cause trouble?"

"..."

Those who watched the excitement did not think it was a big deal and immediately applauded.

Go ahead, the more lively the better.

The hotel manager called Huang Can after seeing this situation.

"Someone from the boss is here to cause trouble."

"Who is it!? Is he still the same person as last time?"

Hao Duoyu made him look like a shadow.

"If he wants it, he can do whatever he wants!"

Huang Can said, "I can't help but refuse to accept it. The artists under him really can't beat him when it comes to folk songs."

"It's not them. A group of old men came here and raved that we don't understand rock and roll..."

"Let the microorganisms beat them down, one million per person..." Huang Can said.

Microbial Band is currently said to be one of the top rock bands in China. If even a few old guys can't handle it, they can find a piece of tofu and kill them.

After Huang Can finished speaking, he hung up the phone. This was the confidence that the Microbial Band gave him.

But do you really think that I, Huang Can, am easy to bully? Why would any cat or dog dare to come here to cause trouble?

The Microbial Band only came to the bar once a month, and they just happened to meet each other. It was their bad luck because they didn't choose a good day.

The manager told the Microbial Band what Huang Can said, and immediately several people screamed as if they had been given chicken blood.

They really don't take these old men seriously!

What is rock and roll?

Hot blooded!

Passion!

Don’t admit defeat!

Just do it!

Are these old guys still playing rock music?

Do they know what rock and roll is?

Do they still have passion?

Do they still have dreams?

Can their J8 still get hard?

Do they still know what a morning erection is?

Still playing rock and roll?

A bunch of old men, please go back and take care of your grandchildren, and stop playing rock and roll.

Several members of the Shit Beetle band came on stage and each found their own familiar positions.

Chen Xianhe carried the guitar on his back and shouted loudly into the microphone:

The Beetle Band!

north!

Beijing!

catch!

guest!

After saying that, I became tired.

The familiar classic music sounded, and the microbial band in the audience was dumbfounded.

Is this the Dung Beetles?

Didn't they disband?

How is this going?

But they were not afraid. Instead, they became even more excited when facing their former idol.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach.

Since it's been disbanded, let's disband. Why come back when you're old and embarrass yourself?
Chapter completed!