olympian big player

498 Chapter 498 - Breakfast in Tianjin

The distance from Shanghai to Beijing is only 1200 kilometers. The idea of ​​​​pacifying the city is very good. It only takes 10 hours to go directly to the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway.

But he didn't realize how naive his thoughts were until he got on the highway. What kind of car was he driving?

Supercar!

Lamborghini!

Gadora!
The mailbox is a little bigger!
He can run 300 kilometers with one tank of gas, and he needs at least 4 tanks of gas to go to the capital.

MD, other people just need to add a tank before going on the highway. He needs to refuel 4 times on the highway, and he must not exceed the speed limit. He is a celebrity.

Moreover, he has just been notified by the whole country and has been officially selected for the list of Olympic athletes. At this time, something is wrong. Even under the pressure of public opinion, Bu Zelu needs to withdraw from the Olympic pressure.

The list has been submitted to the Olympic Sports Committee, and it is too late to switch to Xiangjiang.

This means that in the early years, the tired driving of the car did not go online, and finally arrived in the capital at 5 o'clock in the morning.

In fact, he was too tired. After all, he had driven the Dakar before, but it was troublesome, tossing, and he couldn't step on the accelerator to the end.

At this time, Lamborghini also did not have cruise control, and it would make me cry if I talked about it too much.

"Brother Jian, Brother Jian, go downstairs and have breakfast!" Bu Zelu was standing at the gate of the community, exercising his old waist. This night's tossing was more tiring than serving three female employees.

"What are you doing so early in the morning?" Li Jian answered the phone in a daze.

"Hurry up, I'm at the gate of your community, hurry up, there will be a traffic jam in a while, let's talk when I get down, I'm going to die of cold!" Bu Zelu said on the phone.

"No way, are you really in the capital? Didn't you go back to Hangzhou?" Li Jian looked at the time on his phone, and really didn't want to wake up. It was only a quarter past five in the morning.

"Come on, come on, I'm really downstairs, I don't believe your video!"

Bu Zelu came here once during the training camp in the capital, mainly because the athletes who had been there all day were about to vomit from their "work meals", and came here to improve their lives.

Fortunately, Bu Zelu called Li Jian, a gentleman, and within 10 minutes, Bu Zelu finally waited for Li Jian, who was still wrapped in a down jacket.

"What's your situation? You don't pick up girls for dinner with this car, call me? Cantonese Z? Zhejiang A? What kind of license plate do you have, with so many?" Li Jian looked at Bu Zelu's license plate curiously.

"One is for Guangdong and Hong Kong, and the other is for the mainland, otherwise you won't be able to leave the eastern province of Guangdong. You drive, you drive. I ran all night from Shanghai to the capital!" Bu Zelu said with a yawn.

"You are really good enough, you can't come here by plane, why don't you just drive back!" Li Jian said as he habitually opened the car door, but he was stunned when he sat on it. "Where's the steering wheel?"

"This is a right-hand drive car!"

"Then I won't open it!"

"Depend on!"

An hour later, Bu Zelu almost collapsed. He said he would have breakfast, but he couldn't believe Li Jian's words. In order to have a bite of authentic pancakes, he drove directly to Tianjin.

"My mother, you forced me to add a Dakar this year, didn't you!" Bu Zelu said nothing and left after eating breakfast, he wanted to find a place to sleep.

"It's you who want to eat authentic pancakes, and I went to the supermarket to buy ten eggs." Li Jian would squat on the curb like Bu Zelu.

"Anyway, I don't care. I'll give you the car. Get me back to the capital. I'll take the train back later." Bu Zelu ate pancakes with 8 eggs and ate them deliciously.

"It's useless for you to give it to me. I really can't drive a right-hand drive car. So, find a hotel to sleep in and I'll drive back with you in the afternoon. I have an event to run today and I won't go. It's gone." Li Jian learned about Bu Zelu's situation on the way from Hangzhou to Shanghai and on the way to Beijing on the way.

"Okay, that's right, brother Jian, I just made a new song, help me fix it later!" Bu Zelu came to Tianjin, just chatting about cross talk, and then remembered that he also made a song "Exploring Qingshuihe" '.

This stuff has no copyright, so it can only be regarded as "sorted out", and it can only be counted as a second creation, but it occupies his "score", and it is not worthwhile if it is not produced.

"Are there any new songs? Tell me! Foreign, domestic, or Cantonese?" Li Jian became interested when talking about the song. Although he quit the band in the early years, it has become popular again in the past two years.

But the embarrassing thing is that Gehuo is not popular, and he can't make a lot of money. The money he earned in the past two years has just paid off his debts, but he is still living a good life.

Bu Zelu took a bite of the pancake fruit, and sang to Li Jian a short section of Exploring the Qingshui River.

"This is an old folk tune, I've heard it before."

"Yeah, I rearranged it." Bu Zelu also pretended to understand.

"I'll look it up later, we don't dare to infringe the rights, but I guess the problem is not serious. I'm afraid this song is old, maybe it was in the Republic of China." Li Jian nodded and said after listening to Bu Zelu's explanation.

"Are you familiar with the Deyun Club? Let's ask. They must understand. There must be information about this kind of folk tunes that talk about cross talk." Bu Zelu just happened to meet, anyway, he is now in Tianjin Woolen cloth.

"I can only say that I know them. After all, they are people in the industry, but I'm really not familiar with them. I think you are better than me at brushing your face." Li Jian said with a smile.

"Ask, see if I can get a phone call. Anyway, I'm in Tianjin. How about going to see a cross talk in the afternoon? I want to watch the Spring Festival Gala during the Chinese New Year." Bu Zelu said.

"Okay, I'll call and ask." Li Jian looked at the time of the meeting and started calling.

He was not as stunned as Bu Zelu. He ran downstairs at around 5 o'clock in the morning to ask for breakfast, and even brought him to Tianjin.

After all, he was a member of the circle, so after asking around, he got a phone call, and Li Jian's face was very resounding in the circle.

But the final call came from Brother Qian. Brother Qian didn’t have too many friends in the circle.

Bu Zelu is well-known, but he is outside the circle. In fact, there are not many people in the circle who know Bu Zelu. The main reason is that he doesn't mix here, and there are not many intersections.

Moreover, the circles in the mainland are different from those in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Of course, in Li Jian's words, he and Bu Zelu composed a song, and he wanted to ask Brother Qian for advice, but he still gave him face.

"Let's go. It's a coincidence that he is in Tianjin. Deyun Club has just unpacked, and there is really a performance today." Li Jian patted the dirt on his pants and stood up.

"Wait, wait, let me finish eating, why don't you drive!" Bu Zelu continued to eat his pancake fruit with eight eggs.

"Hurry up and save some face, your fans are taking pictures!" Li Jian said in a low voice. There were more people on the street now, and several people had gathered around to take pictures not far away.

"Hey, neither of us are idols, what face do you want, give me some soy milk..."

As Bu Zelu spoke, he waved his hands at the crowd not far away, and continued to squat on the ground and eat the pancake fruit seriously.

"That buddy, are you Bu Zelu? Can I take a photo with you!" A bold fan walked over and said.

"Wait, wait, I've finished eating, if you don't like it, you can shoot!" Bu Zelu said cheerfully, nodding his head.

"It's okay, it's okay! I don't mind." This buddy who didn't know if he was a fan was very happy and sat on the steps by the side of the road.

If there is one, there will be two. After a while, Bu Zelu finished taking pictures of dozens of fans. The ones in the back were okay, but in the front ones were those with pancakes and fruits, and some were drinking soy milk.

When Bu Zelu and Li Jian got in the car and left, Bu Zelu was overjoyed. It took a long time to take pictures before someone recognized Li Jian. Before, this old man had been used as an 'assistant' to help fans take pictures with him. .

"Let's go, big star!"

"Don't worry, smoke a cigarette!"

"You are really good, are you an athlete!"

The 'pseudo-fans' on the side of the road thought that Bu Zelu and Li Jian were going to drive away, only to find that the car windows started to smoke.

After casually smoking a cigarette, Bu Zelu started the car and went to the agreed destination.

Brother Qian, as a big player in the industry, he can really play. Apart from smoking, drinking, and perming his hair, what he likes most is making friends.

Not to mention Li Jian, he is a member of the circle himself, and Bu Zelu is also a member of half of the circle. When he first visited, he was a serious person asking for advice, and it was a bit formal.

The two chatted for a while when they arrived in Tianjin, and the group returned to the capital again. After unpacking the box at Deyun Club, they received a commercial performance at Gongti.

Bu Zelu couldn't drive anymore, so he just took the motor car to go there. As for his little broken car, he should find someone to drive there, or come over to pick it up by himself.

After all, they have a performance today, so they can play this song anytime.

Chinese people, no matter what they talk about, they naturally have to talk at the wine table. After three or five drinks, the relationship will be closer.

And with someone like Brother Qian, Bu Zelu was even more careless in private, and they chatted together quickly.

"...The song Qingshuihe, to be honest, I really want to ask De Gang for advice. This song is definitely a folk song. I don't know whether it is the late Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China. The copyright is definitely no problem..." After three drinks After patrolling the dishes, Brother Qian chatted with Bu Zelu, and the two of them had a drink at noon.

Li Jian was taken aback for a while, he really couldn't accompany him, anyway, he is also a singer, but look at Bu Zelu, this product is more cherished than him, a national athlete.

What are you doing here? Smoking cigarettes, drinking wine from a big bowl, and eating greasy food from time to time. The pork belly looks disgusting, and you are walking around without any scruples.

Then I remembered that the last time I went to his house, I insisted on asking him to prepare a big elbow.

"...Yes, yes, after drinking, I will go to see your cross talk tonight. I have been thinking about watching this year's Spring Festival Gala... hiccup..."

Brother Qian has a lot of friends, plus there is such a sports star as Bu Zelu. After a while, several people in the box came, some of them knew each other, and some didn't.

But in terms of drinking, Bu Zelu has never persuaded anyone, isn't it just drinking!
(End of this chapter)