To the left of the music school is a residential area, all of which are old-fashioned houses with identical designs from the 1980s.

Two of these houses were adjacent to each other and were in a state of disuse for some reason. Liang Liang contacted the landlord and rented the house for Bi Sheng to use as a guitar production workshop.

After several months of development, Bi Sheng's workshop had grown to more than 20 people, operating on an assembly line and producing more than ten low-end guitars a day.

The profit from a low-end acoustic guitar is only twenty or thirty yuan. The profit from these ten or so guitars is barely enough to cover the workers' wages. As for other expenses, they are still losing money.

However, with the improvement of workers' skills and the increase in output, this situation will change sooner or later.

Bi Sheng was installing a neck on a guitar, and after greeting Liang Liang, he introduced some information about guitar production.

“These people are becoming more and more skilled, and their production volume is steadily increasing. Before long, they will be able to produce dozens of guitars a day. Our music store can't handle that many guitars a day, so you'll have to find a way to sell them.”

A music school can handle about ten or eight guitar lessons a day, but it's impossible for them to handle dozens or even hundreds of lessons a day.

“That’s not a problem. Once we produce a lot of guitars, we can send them to the Xiliu and Linyi markets for wholesale.”

Liang Liang had also considered this matter. If the music store couldn't handle it, they would have to send it to the wholesale market.

In the 1990s, it felt like something was wrong with sending guitars to wholesale markets for sale.

After watching Bi Sheng make guitars for a while, Liang Liang called Xing Chenghu to take a look at Qin Wenju's house.

Ban Ya is now stationed at the disco, and Xing Chenghu is in charge of the security at the dance hall. As the leaders, their basic salary is now seven yuan a month, which is the same as that of a music school teacher. If they go out with Liang Liang, they will receive an extra salary.

They were considered a high-income group in 1994.

Xiaoqian and Xiaoyao didn't seem to be lying; they really do come to this house often to clean and get some fresh air.

The room is relatively clean and dry, so it seems we can still do what we want.

The next morning, Liang Liang listened to Xu Wei sing "Youth" at the music school.

Xu Wei brought out the essence of this somewhat melancholic song with his unique singing style.

"Great! I knew only you could perform this song well. How about I sell it to you?"

If Liang Liang had offered the gift to Xu Wei, he certainly wouldn't have accepted it, so he used the word "sell".

Xu Wei also loved the song and asked, "How much does it cost?"

Liang Liang thought about it carefully: "Selling it for ten yuan is too little, you'll feel insulted. How about fifty yuan?"

Liang Liang felt that one yuan was like child's play, but of course everyone knew that one yuan was just symbolic.

"Fifty yuan!" Xu Wei repeated reflexively.

"Yes! Fifty yuan! Cash on delivery. After you pay, all the copyrights to this song will be yours. You can even change the author to yourself."

Xu Wei certainly knew how much Liang Liang's song was worth; this fifty yuan was basically a gift.

"Brother Xu! You don't think this song is worth fifty yuan? If you think it's too expensive, I can give you a 20% discount, and you can also save the cost of two bottles of beer."

Xu Wei suddenly burst into laughter, took out fifty yuan from his pocket, and slapped it on Liang Liang.

"Of course it's worth 50 yuan! It's a great deal! It's a deal, all the copyrights to this song are mine, but I won't change the author's name, that would be too shameless."

Xu Wei understood that Liang Liang wanted to dedicate this song to him; he wasn't stupid.

However, Liang Liang put a price tag on the song, implying that he didn't consider it a free gift but rather something Xu Wei had paid for, thus seemingly absolving himself of any favors.

Although it was practically a free gift, Xu Wei certainly understood the reasoning behind it.

"I'll accept the music. We can talk about it later!"

It's like everything is in the wine.

"I thought about the name of that compilation album. If it were called Northeast Rock, it would be too broad, since Heilongjiang and Jilin provinces are not included."

Nobody cares about the two provinces, and you dare to call yourself a Northeast rock musician? They'll beat you up.

"So what you mean is?"

"Why not just call it Liaonan Rock?"

"This name covers a smaller geographical area, which will affect sales," Xu Wei said with some concern.

"Ignore factors like sales figures. The scope of this album is limited to our southern Liaoning region. No bands from Dongdan or Songyang sent us any tracks. Almost all the tracks are by our Lianwan band. Strictly speaking, this album should be called Lianwan Rock, but that name doesn't sound very good."

"You handle this."

"Liaonan Rock is just a broad term, like a series. It also needs a subtitle. Our Lianwan City is right by the sea, so let's use 'Breaking the Waves' as the subtitle of this album, how about that?"

Xu Wei thought for a moment and said, "I think it's great!"

"This album is called Breaking Waves, the next one will be called Sailing, then it will be called Setting Sail, and then it will be called Ocean Crossing... This forms a series. Oh, right! Tomorrow afternoon I've gathered fifteen bands for auditions. You and I will listen to them tomorrow and select ten bands' songs to include in this album."

Xu Wei agreed to listen to the songs of these bands with Liang Liang that afternoon.

The two then shifted their conversation to music school.

After Yan Liang went to oversee the disco, the management of the music school was also placed under Mu Shuihua's jurisdiction.

Mu Shuihua usually comes over in the afternoon; she generally doesn't come in the morning unless she has something to do.

The students in the summer program are about to finish their studies, and we don't even know how well they've progressed, even though the longest they've studied was a month and a half.

"I'm not very clear about other subjects, but I do have some authority to speak on guitar. Let me put it this way, you know that Shanghai once had an assessment standard for folk guitar, right?"

Liang Liang nodded; it was the assessment standard for Level 6 guitar.

But nobody took it seriously.

"The best of these students can reach the level two standard, and the worst can at least play a song."

Reaching the Level 2 standard in just one and a half months is truly remarkable; one could be considered a genius.

"Now I'm relieved. It wouldn't be right if we took their money but didn't teach their children anything."

"The teachers at our school are really dedicated to their teaching. Sometimes I've unintentionally watched other teachers' lessons, and they really don't hold back."

The key is to be open and honest. If teachers keep things to themselves, how can students learn anything?

Seeing that it was already noon, Liang Liang said goodbye to Xu Wei.

It's time to set off, otherwise those two little monsters will get anxious.