Chapter 474 Music Festival
The most important thing is that Zheng Chenggong took his daughter and no one knew where they went. They didn't show up for several days, which made him unable to explain himself.
The people of Busan still have very explosive tempers. In addition, although Zheng Chenggong and his daughter are special, they are still quite popular here. So much so that even after the equipment was brought in for two hours, there were still a bunch of aunts playing cards and chatting in the wooden shed.
"Darong, aren't you from here? Try to persuade them!"
Jin Dongzhen looked at Jin Dayong who was huddled aside and shouted anxiously.
Jin Dayong's face turned bitter. What good could he do? These uncles and aunts looked at him as if he were a class enemy. Wouldn't it be exposing his own shortcomings if he went out at this time?
Although his neighbors' views on him had changed somewhat during this period, it was still too dangerous for him to run out at this time.
You have to know that after all these years of hard work, he didn't learn anything else, but he was still able to handle interpersonal relationships. However, the interpersonal relationships here only refer to bad friends.
"I, I'll try!"
Jin Da-young replied with a forced smile, then walked towards the wooden shed.
But Jin Dayong is not an idiot. Although he is a capable gangster, he also knows that his neighbors have long been completely disappointed .
So when Jin Dayong walked to the door of the wooden shed, no one paid any attention to him.
"Aunt Taixi, don't chase me away. I just want to ask where Brother Chenggong has gone?" Jin Dayong looked at Aunt Jin Taixi who was about to throw the apple core at him and shouted hurriedly.
In fact, everyone has seen the changes in Jin Dayong during this period, but the neighbors are not very optimistic about it. They feel that he will become a gangster again in a short time.
However, at least Jin Dae-young is indeed changing for the better now, so Aunt Jin Tae-seo also threw the apple core into the trash can next to her and replied, "I'm not his mother, how would I know where he went!"
Jin Da Rong smiled bitterly and shouted, "Auntie, please help me. To be honest, I really didn't lie. Brother Chenggong really did say that they could use the wooden shed as they pleased. Even if it was demolished, it didn't matter, because they really agreed that the director would pay for Xiao Xiao's snacks for three months. Didn't he pay for last month's? Even if you really don't believe it, it doesn't matter, but at least tell me where Brother Chenggong went? As long as the person involved comes back, you will know that we really didn't lie!"
In fact, the problem now is that these uncles and aunts do not believe what the director and Jin Dayong say. In their opinion, who would be willing to take some money and destroy their own store?
However, Jin Taixi knew that what Jin Dae-young said was true. After all, the tall and thin man did come to pay. But she still felt that something was wrong. If Jin Dae-young had a better image in his daily life, it would probably be easier to communicate with him.
It's only 1 p.m. now, which is plenty of time for filming. Since we're capturing the actual "waves" crashing into the hotel, we'll only be shooting once. Of course, we're not actually summoning waves. Instead, we'll first saw the wooden shed's support columns until they're nearly broken. Then, we'll tie lines to some strong impact points. When the artificial wave hits, we'll pull on those points, creating the effect of collapse and impact.
But the current situation is that if it is delayed for another hour, it will be difficult to complete. If it is delayed for a day, more money will be spent.
Aunt Jin Taixi, looking at Jin Dayong's sincere eyes and thinking of Grandma Dayong, felt a little soft in her heart and pretended to be casual and replied, "Wait, I just called, they will be back soon!"
"Ah, thank you, Auntie! "
After expressing his gratitude, Jin Dayong excitedly returned to the crew and conveyed the news that Zheng Chenggong would be back soon.
Although everyone is very dissatisfied, they can only wait and see. No one wants to see news at this time. People in the entertainment industry are also quite tragic. If they are a little unreasonable, they will be elevated to the level of "unpatriotic", so for now they can only endure it.
"Uncle, are we really okay? Is the time too short?" Park Cho-rong, wearing a blue shirt and jeans, carrying a bass on her back, walked behind Zheng Chenggong, looking very flustered.
Jung Eun-ji, who was carrying a guitar on her back, had a similar expression. To be honest, apart from the excited child at the back who was carrying a small bag and constantly eating snacks, she and Park Cho-rong thought that the uncle had gone crazy, or even close to crazy, for actually signing up and successfully registering. Park Cho-rong was thinking that she had risked being hacked to death by her parents and had gone straight to her relatives' home in Busan after going to Seoul. It was said that her parents were about to come look for her and had completely ignored her explanation on the phone. Now she was in danger.
As for Jung Eun-ji, she was also speechless. Although she believed in the uncle very much, the uncle said that he wanted to make her a little star in Busan, and then suddenly dragged her to practice guitar, which made her completely confused. Then he suddenly forced her to form a band. What was going on?
Zheng Chenggong was walking in front, wearing a sports suit, recording something on his phone. Hearing Park Cho-rong's question, Zheng Chenggong smiled and said, "I told you, all you have to do is believe, believe in me, believe that you can do it, and then work hard together!"
"Dad, there's me too, there's me too, I believe it too, but Dad, can't you let me play the drums? Playing the piano is so boring!"
The little girl with ice cream in her mouth raised her hands and shouted. It seemed that she was very dissatisfied with the keyboardist position assigned to her by Zheng Chenggong. She preferred the drum played by her father, which was super interesting.
"No, at least not this time, but not next time!"
"Ah, disgusting!"
Zheng Chenggong walked forward with a smile on his face. In fact, he was very happy now, perhaps because the symptoms occurred less and less frequently, and he could control the pain. He now carried a small defibrillator with him. Although it was small, it was generally difficult to use, but he always had to prevent accidents.
So Zheng Chenggong also changed his usual lazy image. During this period, he took several girls out to learn musical instruments. At the same time, he actively studied the star-making plan. This time it was not for his own company, nor did he have so many commercial ideas. He just wanted to help Eun-ji and bring up the shameless girl Park Cho-rong. Then, it was to satisfy the sharing heart in his heart. This is something Zheng Chenggong has liked since he was a child, and it is difficult to change for any reason. This is a very pure interest and hobby.
Zheng Chenggong felt great about the feeling of having his burden lightened. He believed that with more time, at the latest next year, he would be able to return to Seoul.
"The music and accompaniment are all ready , but the lyrics... the lyrics... seem a bit difficult!"
"Enchi!"
“Hurry!”
"Do you have anything you want to say? If I were to write the lyrics, would you have any opinions?"
Jung Eun-ji was a little surprised by the uncle's sudden question, but she had already gotten used to the changes in the uncle during this period, so she thought for a moment and replied seriously: "I'm fine. If you insist... I hope Dad can hear my voice. Even if Dad doesn't tell me his phone number, it doesn't matter. As long as Dad can hear it, that's enough. I hope he's doing well overseas. If possible, I hope music can bring him some strength!"
Jung Eun-ji knew that the uncle was good at music and had guided her a lot before, so she had no doubt at all whether the uncle could write songs.
When Park Cho-rong heard what Jung Eun-ji said, she immediately took her arm and looked very understanding. Jung Eun-ji also felt warm in her heart and smiled at her.
Zheng Chenggong suddenly stopped, and then...
“Bang!”
"Ah! Daddy's butt ate my ice cream!"
Zheng Xiaoxiao, who was eating ice cream with her head down, directly interrupted Zheng Chenggong, which made Zheng Chenggong's face instantly darken as he was inspired by Zheng Endi's words.
"You little bastard, from today on, you are not allowed to eat ice cream in front of me. Absolutely not. If I see you, I won't cook you a meal. Twice is two meals, and if you do that twice, it will accumulate. You will be punished accordingly!"
Zheng Chenggong turned around angrily. He had originally planned to go back to the store to communicate, but now he had to go back and change his pants.
"Ah, Dad, don't be angry, I was wrong, I was wrong!" Zheng Xiaoxiao hurriedly jumped onto his back, kissed his cheek, and apologized pitifully.
Zheng Chenggong didn't buy it and ignored her, but just recorded it on his mobile phone. Although Zheng Endi's idea was very simple and completely related to her own ideas, it gave Zheng Chenggong great inspiration. She didn't need too much content at all. Occasionally, some songs and some short words were enough to make you feel comforted and powerful.
"The music needs to be changed, the accompaniment needs to be changed, it needs to be changed..."
Zheng Chenggong was a little excited and temporarily forgot about the little girl on his back, while Zheng Endi and Park Cho-rong followed him reluctantly. However, their minds were full of things about the "Busan International Music Festival". They really had no confidence to be on such a stage, and they never thought that the uncle had really registered successfully.
The Busan International Rock Festival is perhaps the world's only free music festival held on the seaside. As dusk fell, the day's heat began to dissipate, and groups of people began to gather around the beach stage. Even the sea breeze couldn't dissipate the intense heat around the stage on a night filled with music. Fire trucks appeared, spraying jets of water toward the audience. A dazzling display of fireworks brought the show to a climax.
This music festival has been held for ten years. It was actually supposed to be held in August, but this year it was postponed from summer to autumn for the first time due to funding issues and new strategies of the organizer.
