MTL - Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 985 bomb and accordion

"Hello? What are you doing!"

Frandy, who wasn't at the celebrity party, sounded much more normal (not normal), he exclaimed.

"I'll give you an hour, put on a wig and glue on your beard, or put on some lipstick to raise your insoles—what the **** are you doing, come to me with a guitar with a different face anyway." Qin Jue said gruffly. .

"Fu*k, what are you trying to do," Qin Jue quickly reported the address and hung up the call before Frandy's peculiar tone of voice started flying around.

She stood there and waited. Frandy came a little slower than she thought, but it didn't matter, just come.

"...an angry blond man with a third-rate aesthetic." When the little madman approached, Qin Jue spit out a sentence mercilessly.

"I can only find this one! Otherwise, I'll really have to put on lipstick!" Frandy scolded and swept his hand across the surface of the acoustic guitar. With the long-stringed thing in his hand, his mental state was much better.

The sparkling light flashed, Qin Jue noticed the glass ballast swept off the guitar, and the corners of his eyes twitched:

"Why don't you smash the window of someone's musical instrument store?"

"I threw a card in it!" Frandy said confidently.

"You... forget it."

Qin Jue couldn't tell whether she was relieved or tired. She looked for a direction and walked forward, and Frandy followed her intermittently. The guitar he grabbed had no strap, so he could only hold it while zooming in on his leg and tuning it while jumping on one foot. go.

"It's too factory, tasteless, and soulless."

Frandy with the guitar in his arms didn't ask Qin Jue where he was taking him, but just kept complaining about the sound of the instrument.

Qin Jue could hear that he was still very happy for the time being. compared to not long ago.

They walked, walked, and for a long time, Qin Jue stopped when Frandy had to change his legs and continue to jump.

"?" Frandy looked at her, but narrowed her eyes before she could answer.

There was a faint sound of an accordion not far away.

"Let's go."

Qin Jue smiled.

Frandy stopped jumping, and followed Qin Jue with his guitar in his arms. There was a kind of dynamism and madness in his expression, like a lion whose hair was blown up and gradually smoothed by the wind.

A few minutes later, the "gondola" tipped boat with a dark body and a bright red seat appeared in the sight of the two of them. The musician wore the familiar straw hat and played the familiar accordion. This time there was no one around. It turned out that she had a pair of light green eyes.

Seeing Qin Jue's arrival, the accordion played a string of brisk notes.

Frandy's expression became intoxicated, and without Qin Jue saying more, he jumped into the boat with her, the guitar strings vibrated between his fingers, and scattered melodies drifted out.

Qin Jue sat next to them and listened to them "conversing" a few words.

The musician seemed to welcome the new friend Qin Jue brought. She stopped playing, took off the accordion and handed it to Qin Jue. She bent down and touched it. She took out the portable electronic organ from under the seat and put it on her lap. .

"Uh…"

Qin Jue put the accordion on his back, "I don't know that."

Frandy laughed loudly with a guitar solo, and Qin Jue silently raised his middle finger.

The musician didn't seem to understand English, so she gestured to Qin Jue twice, showing her how to play the accordion, spit out a few pleasant but obscure words.

This time, Qin Jue couldn't understand, and she blinked in confusion.

"Seidelposto? (Are you native? Frandy asked in Onelian, turning his head.

The musician's eyes were shining, and he nodded and chatted with him.

Qin Jue watched the two of them communicate with each other without any problems, and with his eyes closed, he lowered his head and pondered the accordion.

She recalled and imitated the movements of the musicians, and quickly touched the doorway, brutally interrupted the conversation between the two with discordant music, and condemned them with a faint gaze.

The musicians giggled, and Frandy sneered unceremoniously, even with a guitar.

Qin Jue feigned and kicked him: "I have never heard that your language talent is so good before."

"Yeah, I don't have much **** spare time to tell you that my mother is from Onelian, and her ancestors have Chi Lan blood, and she was a noble eight hundred years ago." Frandy retorted.

Qin Jue frowned: "Look at this fancy blond boy!"

He said again: "Hey, you are obviously a gangster from country A."

"That's why I asked my mother why she married my **** father from country A in the first place." Frandy snorted.

While they were "quarreling", they were also playing musical instruments. The musicians did not understand, but they joined in with music with a smile.

After playing and talking, Qin Jue finally understood Frandy's chaotic and dramatic family relationship. It turns out that his full name is Fran Di Lia von Clemens Genova, "Di" and "Fon" are both signs of subordination and emphasizing family, and the translation is about "Chi Lan". Country, the son of Lady Lea, whose ancestors came from the old Clemens territory, Fran, born in the country of Onelia, the city of Xenovia."

"..." is complicated enough. Qin Jue's facial muscles twitched.

It stands to reason that Frandy should follow the surname of his father in country A, called Fran Coches. He did live under this name for more than ten years, and then voluntarily changed it to the current long name when his mother died.

After his father also died, Frandy, who inherited the family business, decided to change "Coches" to "Feng", and all those who questioned were resolved by Leiting. The leader is expressing his determination to transform” and other meanings, only Frandy himself knows that this is just his own reckless act.

Qin Jue continued to speak, and Frandy knew her intentions, but he was not prepared, and answered without end in his usual tone of voice as if he was singing.

Piece by piece of clues, Qin Jue learned that the so-called "D family" was Demetrius, a gangster group in Continent A. When Frandy led the Feng family gradually from blackwashing to whitewashing, it was transformed into a business empire. He is still doing pornography, gambling and drugs underground. The reason for the quarrel with Rasoul is the conflict in the energy business. Frandy's magic bar suffered a disaster purely because of its proximity.

The dragon has reverse scales, and Frandy, who was touched to the bottom line, really got angry this time, and wanted to take these two families one by one.

Continent A is vast and complex, so he returned to Onelia first. His mother's reputation as "The Queen of the Mafia" is still there, and Frandy's coming back here is just like returning to his hometown. If he has the will, he can re-gather a group of huge forces and clear the Messenger family, an outsider who rose from the chaos. site.

Qin Jue’s assessment of this is—

"Mental retardation." She sighed.

Frandy is the most successful underworld leader in the entire Blue Star transformation. He has already made a lot of money by virtue of the smart car resale cooperation with Qin Yi Technology, and his wealth can rival a small country. The two groups, Messenger and Demetrius, are weak, not to mention oily, and they are still doing dirty work. Frandy deliberately divides his strength to deal with them and bites them with a lion in a muddy pit. Like a dead wild boar, he was out of anger, but tossed himself to the point of being ashamed, it was okay but not necessary.

What's more, in order to take revenge for the friends who played music together, he finally killed his head and completely transformed into a leader who was strong on the outside and desolate on the inside, and could never find the happiness of his original intention again... Is this really worth it?

Frandy responded with a string of angry piano sounds.

Qin Jue first played "ha, ha, ha" three times on the accordion, and then groped to play a sad melody, which was an improvised lyrical version of a rock song.

Frandy stared at her and quickly looked away, eyes on the water, hands mourning the dead.

The musicians sat quietly on the boat, the sound of the piano changing with their styles. Sadness and sadness permeated, and then gradually driven by the sound of Frandy's guitar, a strong anger broke out. Qin Jue tried to resist, the guitar roared hysterically, and the thinnest string was groaning.

The ensemble is no longer harmonious, like someone is tearing the cloth, which is jerky and unpleasant. Just when this illusory cloth was about to be completely split, the piano sound like water flow hurriedly but gently spread out over a large area, like a drizzle dousing a fire, leaving only the moist, coke fragrance of wood in the air.

Freddie was stunned.

He looked at the musician, who didn't look back, didn't notice his gaze. She played the 61-key electronic keyboard intently, her fingers jumped on the keys, her eyes were sometimes closed and sometimes open, and her face was full of misty tenderness like the city of Venazzola.

Qin Jue's accordion sound joined in after a short pause. The music was gentle and melodious, and the night wind swept over Frandy's hideous face.

His guitar made a string-cut "click" and went silent for a few minutes.

Qin Jue began to play jazz.

The music became lazy and frivolous, full of randomness from rhythm to notes, and Frandy plucked a few notes from time to time, like absent-mindedness or drifting with the flow. But slowly, he hummed some melody.

Qin Jue imitated the drum beats with his not-so-excellent ventriloquism, Frandy uttered words sporadically, and the musicians spoke in harmony.

For a long time, there was only music and songs on the sharp boat.

Then Qin Jue returned the accordion and switched places with the smiling musician. The sound of the piano resumed, and Frandy was singing, screaming, and roaring. Venazzola's canal caught his falling emotions, and both sadness and anger were wrapped in soft waves.

The bell of the church came from a distance, only one ring, symbolizing half an hour.

Qin Jue adjusted his sleeves and pressed the signal through the fabric.

Five minutes later, a buzzing vibration sounded. She switched to playing with one hand, took out her phone with the other, put it between her face and shoulders, pretended to listen to a few words, and answered softly.

The musician met Qin Jue's apologetic gaze, and thoughtfully turned the passage into a transition before the end. Soon after, the song ended, and Frandy stared at the river in a daze.

"Hey, it's almost eleven forty-five." Qin Jue put his hand in front of him and snapped his fingers.

Frandy woke up like a dream, rubbed his face with both hands, and let out a breath.

Immediately raised his head.

Qin Jue: "..."

Musician:"…"

Frandy: "?..."

Frandy: "."

He swayed back and forth with half of it drooping, while the other half of the fake beard still stuck to his face was pressed back, forcing nothing to happen.

"It seems that the quality of your glue is not very good." Qin Jue teased.

"Shut up!" Freddy exclaimed angrily.

The musician giggled, and Frandy glared at Qin Jue and talked to the musician in Onelian.

He received the brown-haired girl's warm smile, and the accordion sounded again. Qin Jue waved back with a smile while facing the "Gondola", until the narrow boat was blocked by the building.

Turning his head, Frandy was carrying the guitar like a gun.

"How do you feel?" Qin Jue said leisurely.

Frandy shut up. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Qin Jue took out the stack of cards and turned them over one by one: "Watches, rings, necklaces, pocket watches, belts, T-shirts, jackets, jeans, windbreakers, long skirts... well, I hope it won't cause me too much extra. Work load. As for these—"

She followed the example of Frandy's dinner party, and slapped the last three cards back into his hand.

"Second-hand musical instruments, sheet music manuscripts, out-of-print vinyl records, let's assume they add up to 21 grams."

Qin Jue gave a short laugh and patted Frandy's left breast pocket with the back of his hand, "It's better to put this weight back here. What do you think?"

Frandy bowed his head, his hairy beard blocked part of his vision, but it didn't affect his feeling of excitement and satisfaction remaining in his chest, which was still vibrating.

"Hey, what's that girl's name?" Qin Jue asked suddenly.

"Lola," Frandy replied without hesitation.

He looked at Qin Jue with interest, "Put away your eyes like the host of the interview show!" He shouted angrily.

"Ah, okay, okay." Qin Jue responded perfunctorily, then waved his hand with a smile.

"Go back to your sleep, little lunatic. The bloodshot in your eyes is no better than the strings of a piano."

"Wait!" cried Freddy.

Qin Jue, who had already taken two steps, turned around, and there was another "pop". It was Frandy who took out a light and thin modified pistol from his crumpled plaid shirt, and looked like a mobile phone. It captured Qin Jue's palm.

"Send it to you!"

Frandy carried the guitar and walked away aggressively with three brand concept cards in his left breast pocket.

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(End of this chapter)

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