Liang Liang originally intended to send Ban Ya to collect the money, but then changed his mind, thinking that even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake.

If Fangya goes out to demand money, he's 100% guaranteed to get it, and it's not difficult for him to beat them up if he doesn't.

But what about the future?

He's leaving Songyang tomorrow to go back to Lianwan; he'll be gone without a trace.

But what about this small theater?

Will this guy come looking for trouble?

Forget it! I'll just consider myself the one who lost out.

Hopefully, these guys won't cause any more trouble in the future.

Although the Songyang Small Theater did not reach full capacity on its opening day, it still sold more than 450 tickets.

A ticket costs five yuan, and with the consumption of alcohol and cigarettes, the income can barely reach two thousand five hundred yuan.

If you have income, you must calculate your expenses.

The small theater costs about 100 yuan a day for electricity and heating. The wages of the fourteen employees plus Zheng Tuo's wages are about 300 yuan a day. Various taxes also amount to more than 100 yuan a day.

Based on this calculation, the daily expenses for the Songyang Small Theater would be 500 yuan.

Subtracting the 500 yuan, the net income on the first day of business became 2,000 yuan.

According to the distribution ratio, Liang Liang took 800 yuan, leaving the bands with 1,200 yuan.

If the money is divided among eleven bands, each band will receive less than 110 yuan.

When the money is allocated to each member of each band, it amounts to less than thirty yuan.

Adding in the cost of tipping and requesting songs, it barely comes to around forty yuan.

Although the money isn't much, at least it's a long-term income that can at least provide for these musicians' basic needs.

In any case, the small theater in Songyang has been established; its future development depends on its management.

With the theater open for business, Liang Liang planned to take a bus back to Lianwan the next morning.

But the next morning, something happened that left him both amused and exasperated.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Liang Liang had just gotten up and was eating breakfast.

His bus back to Lianwan didn't leave until 8:30, so he leisurely sipped his soy milk.

The security guard came in to report that the thug from last night had come again.

Liang Liang was a little surprised. What was wrong with the other party so early in the morning?

When Liang Liang saw the hoodlum from last night, he was even more surprised.

The older brother came in carrying a guitar and three underlings, all of them carrying weapons.

"Hey buddy! What's going on here?"

He wouldn't be surprised if the other person came in carrying a machete, but he couldn't help but be surprised if the other person brought in a wooden guitar.

"I also like to play music, especially folk music. We actually have a band and we'd like to find a place to perform."

Liang Liang understood.

You're such a slacker, why would you give up such a promising job as a slacker and start a band instead?

We need to see which way the sun rises today.

"Brother! It's fine if you play music, with your talent, which nightclub or bar wouldn't give you some face? Do you really need a place to perform?"

Why don't you go and cause trouble at other nightclubs and bars? We just opened, and we haven't even recouped our costs yet!

"You guys are all musicians here, and being with you guys helps our technological progress."

This guy is so arrogant, he even brought up technology. I have to say, he has a good eye, at least he can think of this aspect.

"Big brother! You mean you're planning to enter our little theater?"

"I have that idea!"

"You can't just have this idea; I have to agree first. Even if you disagree, I won't compromise on this point. After all, we're a performance company. Don't be fooled by how well you look with your guitar. If you play it like you're fluffing cotton, I definitely won't let you into the small theater, even if it offends you."

Why do you have to come here and get a share of everything? How are the other people in the small theater supposed to explain this?

Of course, if you have that skill level, Liang Liang would also welcome you.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"You made me sing two songs yesterday, so now it's your turn to sing. If you sing to my satisfaction, you'll get a spot in the small theater. By the way, big brother, I still don't know your name, or your band's name."

"My name is Liang Tianlei, and our band is called Black Shooting Club!"

"Liang Tianlei? So we're family? Maybe we're even related five hundred years ago. Your name is nice, very catchy, but your band's name is terrible. Brother! This isn't about navigating the underworld. You've named your band 'Black Shooting Society,' are you just putting on a show for our little theater? Are you afraid people won't know you're involved in organized crime?"

"Our 'she' is not the 'she' of society, but the 'she' of shooting."

Even shooting is not allowed!

Liang Tianlei scratched his head: "Since this name isn't good, let's change it later."

"We can figure out the band name later. Now let me hear if you guys have the ability to perform on stage. Sing a song and let me hear it."

Liang Liang watched with a stomachache as Liang Tianlei picked up the guitar.

Compared to his burly physique, Liang Liang always felt that the guitar was a size too small. What kind of sound could his twig-like fingers possibly make?

Who knew that those forked fingers would suddenly unleash a strumming motion?

"You are in the sunny south, where snow is falling heavily, while I am in the cold north, where it's spring all year round..."

Then, those fingers, which looked completely out of place, suddenly made a big horizontal press.

Liang Liang was a little dumbfounded. This guy was actually singing "Nanshan Nan," which he had sung for the first time last night.

This made him somewhat disbelieving of the reality before him.

He only sang that song once, but this guy actually memorized the melody, recited the lyrics, and even memorized the accompaniment score!

This is no simple matter; it's not just simple, it's extremely complex.

This is the first time he has sung this song in this lifetime; absolutely no one has ever heard it before.

Although the chords of Nanshan Nan are very simple, they cannot be memorized in one go.

genius!

Scoundrel!

These two words don't match at all!

Liang Tianlei's voice, like his appearance, is rather rough, with a kind of heart-wrenching power.

He definitely has the makings of a rock singer, the only downside is that he prefers folk music, which is rather uninteresting.

His voice is perfect for metal.

His guitar skills aren't exactly top-notch, but they're not exactly beginners either; it seems he's put in about two years of practice.

His skill level is barely enough to make a living in a small theater, but he still needs to work hard to perform on a big stage.

Overall, Black Shooter Band... Pshaw! This name is absolutely unacceptable to them.

The band formed by Liang Tianlei and his few underlings was passable. It was obvious that they hadn't formed the band on a whim; they had practiced before, and apart from not having a drum set, they also had a keyboard.

Now it's Liang Liang's turn to decide.

Can you read music?

"I know a little!"

Do you have your own compositions?

Liang Tianlei shook his head!