Arrangements were made as promised.

The make-up team of the program immediately started to help Han Lan change his image. The originally handsome and charming young man with the highest traffic in China was gradually transformed into a handsome old man with gray hair and wrinkles.

"Han Lan, we have already agreed to cooperate with the two restaurants because there are contestants now challenging them, so in order not to affect the progress of the contestants, we plan to go to another Western restaurant."

"However, we did not disclose your identity to the other party. We only said that an Internet celebrity singer is coming to their store to record a video. You will go there as an Internet celebrity in a while." Director Zhong Zhenshou talked to Han next to him.

Lan explained.

"Yeah, sure. Anyway, I just don't want to reveal my identity, and then try to see if I can earn a thousand yuan per song as an unknown singer, right?"

"That's right, it's best if you don't sing your own songs, lest your fans hear it."

"Don't you want to sing my own song? Then this is not easy... Okay, I'll give it a try. Speaking of the director, if the challenge fails, can this section be cut? It's too embarrassing."

"Hahaha……"

…

Half an hour later, a white-haired old man in a long robe and mandarin jacket appeared at the door of a Western restaurant. He was accompanied by only a photographer and there was no "National Rhythm New Song Club" label on his body.

Pedestrians passing by would glance over from time to time, but no one came to watch.

After all, we are in a film and television city, so wearing ancient costumes is normal. Maybe someone from the production crew came out looking for something to eat.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the western restaurant, the two of them were stopped by the waiter who greeted them at the door: "Sir, we need to wear formal attire in our restaurant..."

"Ahem, daughter, we are not here to eat, we are here to beg." Han Lan explained in a low voice.

"ah?"

"It's just a meal, it's a meal." Han Lan smiled and waved her hand, "I've made an agreement with your manager. I'm an Internet celebrity. I came over to shoot a video to help promote your restaurant."

"Internet celebrity?" The waiter naturally saw the camera following him, but there was no way he could connect such an old man with the Internet celebrity.

At this time, the restaurant manager also noticed the movement at the door and quickly came out to take a look.

He had heard before that he was an Internet celebrity and that a special agent came to discuss cooperation. He thought he was some kind of handsome guy. He must be wearing formal clothes when he came to the Western restaurant, so he didn't tell the waiter at the door.

Who would have thought that an old man would be buried half-body?

Why are you here wearing a robe and mandarin jacket?

"Old man, are you Mr. Zhong? Internet celebrity singer?" the manager still asked in disbelief.

"Hey, that's right! Zhong Zhen, it's me, the old man! Young man, I made an agreement with you before, come over and sing a few songs in your restaurant to add to the fun!"

Han Lan's acting skills were very good. The other party obviously didn't suspect that he was faking. The cameraman behind him was holding back his laughter. Then he saw Han Lan introducing him to the restaurant manager very enthusiastically:

"This is my grandson, and he is also my photographer. Do you think he is professional?"

"..." Everyone.

"Professional...professional, haha, professional." The restaurant manager smiled awkwardly, "But, old man, our restaurant has regulations, and you must wear formal attire. The way you are dressed..."

"Tsk, what's wrong with my outfit? I'm very energetic! Let's go, let's start quickly. I'm also very busy. After singing here, I have to go to another place to sing!"

"Hey~hey, old man."

The restaurant manager saw the old man pulling him and walked into the restaurant, but he didn't dare to pull him too hard.

If someone accidentally knocks down an old man, then he doesn't have to pay for it, right?

The restaurant manager half pushed and half followed the old man into the restaurant, and reminded in a low voice with a sad face: "Old man, ours is a Western restaurant here. Don't go up and sing. You have to sing some songs that young people listen to!"

"That's not true! Old man, I am an internet celebrity, you know that!"

"..." Restaurant manager.

The customers in the store also noticed what was happening at the counter and looked over curiously.

It’s not surprising to see people wearing ancient costumes in the film and television city, but the appearance of an old man in ancient costumes in a western restaurant is very noticeable!

Han Lan didn't pay attention to the looks of people in the store, but looked at the flower basket on the counter.

This store also has a flower reward system. One flower costs 100 yuan, and a flower basket costs 5000 yuan. It’s the same.

"Hey young man, if I sing well, old man, why don't you give me flowers or something?" Han Lan said to the manager half-jokingly.

"Okay, okay, old man, please start quickly. There will be more people at dinner time. Did you bring your own accompaniment? Or do you want to play by yourself? We only have a piano in this store, and there are no other instruments.

I’m not allowed to use other musical instruments anymore. Please don’t copy out a suona for me right away!”

"Hey, young man, what's wrong with the suona? The suona is very good! Okay, okay, I know how to play the piano, old man. Please help me adjust the sound." Han Lan waved her hand and said.

"Are you sure you can play the piano? If you play blindly later and disturb our customers, I will ask the security guard to chase them away!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm an Internet celebrity, I'm very popular!"

"..." The restaurant manager was suspicious and asked someone to adjust the sound.

If he had not negotiated with his agent before, he would definitely not let this old man come here blindly now.

Can this old man really play the piano?

While the restaurant was debugging the equipment, Han Lan knocked on the counter again and said with a kind smile: "Girl, please ask for a glass of water. The old man is going to go on stage to sing in a while, so he can moisten his throat."

The waiter looked at the manager with a wry smile. The manager waved his hand impatiently and asked her to pour a glass of lemonade. It was free of charge anyway.

"Don't put ice on it, the old man has bad teeth!" Han Lan teased her with a smile.

The waiter poured him a glass of warm water without even adding lemon to avoid acidifying his teeth.

"Thank you. My dear, you are such a nice person. Do you have a partner?" Han Lan took the warm water and asked with a smile.

The waiter smiled awkwardly and waved his hand: "Uncle, please moisten your throat and you can sing well later."

"Daughter, do you have any favorite singer? Let me see if I can sing, old man, and I will sing a song for you later?" Han Lan asked again with a smile.

The waiter was also convinced by this old man, he was really good at getting things done.

"Old man, have you heard of Han Lan?" the waiter said with a casual smile, but his accent unknowingly made him go astray.

"Han Lan? Oh, you know, I am an Internet celebrity! Han Lan is the one who has been to the Spring Festival Gala and is very handsome!"

"Yes, yes! He's super handsome! Master, do you really know him?" The waiter was happy when he heard him praising his idol.

Han Lan smiled and gestured: "Okay, I'll sing a song for you later!"

"Okay, okay, the old man has adjusted the piano and stereo for you. You can start quickly." The manager next to me urged.

I feel very helpless inside:

It's almost lunch time, and there will be more people soon!

Let him finish singing quickly and leave immediately!
Chapter completed!