Leo Chen took out a cassette from a cardboard box. There was no packaging or cover, just a white tape. "I got it from a buddy. I owe him a big favor." He then opened a dual-cassette recorder on an old-fashioned cabinet, put the tape in, and pressed the play button. A rustling sound rang out, lasting for more than ten seconds, and the manic drums and electric guitar rushed into his ears, stimulating his eardrums.
Jason Zhou was fascinated by the music, but Leo Chen seemed very dissatisfied. He sighed and said, "Compared with foreign rock music, it is far behind. Our Chinese rock music still has a long way to go if it wants to develop its own style and enter the mainstream."
Jason Zhou said dissatisfiedly: "Why do I dislike what you said? Aurora is the top rock band in our country. They are the first to make the sound of domestic rock music. So far, they are the only rock band that has gone from underground to above ground. Moreover, I heard that they have signed with Qianwen Entertainment and will release an album next year."
Leo Chen curled his lips and said, "So what? Aurora has always been imitating foreign bands, and their imitations are not fish and fowl. You have to know that, let alone a band, even a well-known singer will die quickly if he does not have his own style."
"Okay!" Jason Zhou said, "Even if what you said makes sense, let's not talk about the Aurora. What about the Sunbird, Ferry, Locomotive, Oxygen, these bands and groups in Hong Kong? Do you dare to say no?"
Leo Chen said: "That is Hong Kong, I am talking about China."
Jason Zhou argued: "Hong Kong people are also Chinese. Besides, Hong Kong will return to China in 1997."
Leo Chen said unhappily, "Hasn't it been returned yet? If it hasn't returned, it doesn't count."
Lucas Shen was lost in thought while listening to the two of them bickering. It seemed that there was a little deviation here. In another world, in the 1980s and 1990s, to be exact, in 1994, Chinese rock music reached its peak. In this world, rock music has not yet gone beyond the Chinese people's own style and is still in a state of confusion and exploration. As for pop music, there is no trace of it at all.
I thought to myself, Jason Zhou and Leo Chen, these two guys, will form a group in a few years, and then run to the capital, drifting for more than ten years, and finally running back without accomplishing anything when they are almost forty years old. One rented a stall in the mall to sell underwear, and the other drove a taxi. Life was not starving, but it was tight.
Why not help them now, form a band for fun, and then wait for an opportunity to set up an entertainment company. It doesn't matter whether it makes money or not, as long as it can disgust Ethan Sun.
"There's a fire! The glass factory is on fire." Suddenly, loud shouts came from outside.
Lucas Shen suddenly looked up at the window. Due to the air leakage in the window, the inside was covered with plastic sheeting. However, as it was already dark outside, he could still see the faint red glow in the sky outside the window.
The three of them ran out and saw a fire rising to the sky in the northwest, a bright red that illuminated half the sky. Groups of men, women, old and young, holding basins, buckets, shovels and pickaxes, ran past them.
It was really on fire. Lucas Shen suddenly shouted, "Hurry, go and take a look." Then he ran towards the glass factory.
When he realized that he was in a world that seemed to be true but was not, he really didn't know whether the fire could still burn. Even if it did, he didn't think of interfering. If it burned, it burned. It was none of his business.
Besides, he still had 50,000 yuan in his hand. As the saying goes, if a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. If the glass factory is not burned, the supply and marketing cooperative will not be sold. Even if there are investors, how can he make money? However, there are still three lives at stake, and he must stop it. This is his bottom line as a human being.
"Wait, I'll lock the door." Leo Chen rushed into the house, found the padlock and locked the door, then spread his legs and chased after him.
The entire county was filled with sirens, police cars, fire trucks and ambulances.
"Bang, bang, bang!!!"
When Lucas Shen, Jason Zhou and Leo Chen ran to the glass factory, three of the five oil tanks had already caught fire. Oliver Yang, the county bureau chief, was leading several policemen to shoot at the oil tanks, trying to release the oil and avoid an explosion. However, the small bullet holes were too limited to release enough oil.
"Have all the people evacuated?" Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Oliver Yang put away his gun and roared at Deputy Director Martin Dong, who was organizing the evacuation.
Martin Dong wiped the sweat off his face and said, "We've withdrawn."
"Retreat, retreat, retreat five hundred meters. Hurry, hurry, the oil tank is going to explode." Oliver Yang roared and waved his hands to retreat.
The fire was too big for the fire truck to get close, and since the oil tank was on fire, you couldn't put it out with water. So, we also retreated and tried to control the spread of the fire from the outside.
"Sun Dali, where is Sun Dali?" Zhao Fuguo, director of the production department, shouted again and again.
"I didn't see it!"
"I didn't see it either!"
"I haven't seen him all afternoon."
"This B@st@ard, is he drunk again? Just burn him to death." Zhao Fuguo cursed with a pale face as he ran back, "There is one more, one more person who hasn't come out yet."
"What?" Oliver Yang and Martin Dong's faces also changed.
"Where is he?" Oliver Yang asked.
Zhao Fuguo shook his head: "I don't know either."
"I'll go and take a look!" Martin Dong and a policeman said at the same time, turned around and wanted to run back. A nurse heard it and turned around too, then heard a loud shout.
"Sun Dali is not in the factory." Lucas Shen ran over quickly, "I saw Sun Dali at noon. He seemed to be drunk and went to sleep in a pile of firewood under the river bank.
"Really?" Vincent Zhao looked at Lucas Shen with a gloomy face. He didn't trust Lucas Shen's character. Because he had a daughter named Vivian Zhao, he was very familiar with Lucas Shen. If Lucas Shen's father was not called Shen Qirong, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, he would have broken Lucas Shen's legs long ago. A complete scoundrel, shamelessly wanted to marry his daughter, without even considering his own moral character, it was simply a toad wanting to eat swan meat.
Lucas Shen looked at Vincent Zhao and said seriously: "I know you are prejudiced against me, but this is a matter of life and death. How can I joke about it?"
"Ha!" Vincent Zhao laughed sarcastically, and just as he was about to say something, he heard a loud bang, and the ground beneath his feet shook violently.
The flames engulfed the entire world. Even if you were two or three hundred meters away, you could feel the burning pain on your skin. The air was instantly sucked out, causing everyone's breathing to stagnate.
It took about five or six seconds for the air to circulate again. The scene suddenly fell into chaos and people fled like crazy.
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