Singing the same song ten times in one go would surely make you vomit.

This frog's thought process is so bizarre. Does anyone ever play the same song ten times?

However, when his gaze swept over Ming Hongling, he felt relieved.

This song was clearly dedicated to Ming Hongling, and can be considered a kind of confession.

I just wonder if Ming Hongling will take his kindness for granted after listening to "I Can't Forget You" ten times in a row?

"Sing it ten times? What's going on?" Liu Yuyong asked, puzzled.

“If they pay for it, we’ll sing it. Even if it’s 30 times, let’s get started.”

The band began to perform.

Liang Liang sang while glancing around the karaoke room.

There were more people in the dance hall tonight than yesterday, but a significant portion of them were there just to listen to the band, because the small tables next to them were empty – no drinks, pastries, or fruit.

These people are generally very young, mostly students, and it's already quite good that they're willing to pay a discounted ticket price to come in and listen to music.

The tickets for the Maritime Ballroom were discounted during its opening period, and they came to listen to the music.

Although they occupied some seats, they also brought popularity to the dance hall, which is very important. When a dance hall first opens, popularity means everything, so it can be considered a win-win situation.

When the song was sung three times, Li Zhizhou caused trouble again.

"Table six has tipped 500! I request a different song."

Since the money belonged to the nightclub anyway, Li Zhizhou didn't care at all.

When Lai Dechen heard that table number six wanted to change the song, he immediately objected.

"I booked the whole venue tonight, so whatever I say goes."

"So what if you've booked the whole place? I have the right to change the order of a song just because I tipped you. That's the rule here. Who can stand it if you keep playing the same song over and over again? I'm offering 500 yuan to change a song. If you say no, then you'd better come up with more money to outdo me. Otherwise, don't even bother trying!"

Li Zhizhou was completely unambiguous; after all, the rules here were set by the nightclub.

You have the right to sing the songs you love, but I also have the right to choose a song I love.

Whether the rule is reasonable or not is neither his concern nor his interest; the final interpretation rests with the nightclub.

Lai Dechen quickly called Ming Hongling over to learn more about the rules.

The rule was changed recently, and she couldn't quite explain it, so she had to call Liang Liang over.

"Yes! Our nightclub has such a rule. Tonight, since you've paid to reserve the entire venue, you can choose the songs you like to hear. But what if someone doesn't like a particular song? They can request a song change by tipping money. Of course, you can only change one song at a time. After that song is finished, we'll continue with the songs you like."

Liang Liang's smile was very sincere, but there was one thing he didn't say: this rule was made for Lai Dechen, a trap to swindle money from him.

"What if the other party keeps giving tips?" Lai Dechen wasn't stupid; he thought of a crucial question.

"There's nothing we can do about it; we can only let the person who tipped choose the song."

"Then wouldn't all my money for booking the venue be wasted?"

Your money wasn't wasted, but you'll end up spending even more.

"This kind of thing only exists in theory. There aren't many people who would spend hundreds of dollars to forcibly change a song. After all, nobody's money comes from the tide."

Lai Dechen thought about it and decided to hold back.

It's just a change in the order of a song, only three or four minutes.

Li Zhizhou had the right to choose a song, so he chose a song called "Facial Makeup".

Lai Desheng thought that after finishing his Peking Opera performance, he would continue with his song "I Can't Forget You".

Unexpectedly, after the Peking Opera performance ended, Li Zhizhou bid another 500 yuan, wanting to perform the Peking Opera performance again.

You can sing "Forget You" ten times, but I can't. I'll just sing "Face Mask" seven or eight times.

Lai Dechen realized this wouldn't work; it seemed like this guy was just saying "it's up to him."

He directly paid two thousand yuan to secure the right to choose songs for tonight's tipping.

This time there were no troublemakers, and the world was finally peaceful.

"You should smile at Lai Dechen more often and act as if you're bewitched by his money. At the right time, you can let him touch your hand or something. You must learn this trick of playing hard to get; it might bring you a bright future. Of course, I won't object if you're really bewitched by his money. But if that's the case, I must remind you that the people from Green Island aren't very reliable. You must be careful and never act without seeing any results."

"What are you talking about?" Ming Hongling looked at Liang Liang with a disapproving expression.

"In short, your goal is to get him to spend more money, no matter what kind of money it is. For example, if he has nothing to do, make him drink more of the wine that costs tens of yuan a glass. If all else fails, he can pour it on the ground."

"You're a really bad guy."

"What are you talking about? I'm doing this for everyone's benefit. If the nightclub does well, everyone's income will increase. This kind of person won't have another chance to be taken advantage of. If he goes to another place to spend money after a while, we won't have the chance to rip him off anymore. So we need to seize the opportunity and rip him off as soon as possible."

Although there are slogans on the walls promising honesty and fair dealing to all customers, that only applies to ordinary consumers.

It would be utter nonsense if people didn't try to scam them in this kind of situation.

"I Can't Forget You" has finally been sung, and the show can finally continue.

Lai Dechen's attention had already shifted to Ming Hongling, so he simply kept Ming Hongling by his side to take care of him.

Those two little demons were just there for fun because they had no money, and they just sat there making a fuss.

Liang Liang shook his head and had someone send over two bottles of drinks and a plate of snacks.

To everyone's surprise, when these two little vixens learned that Liang Liang had invited them, they were so moved that they burst into tears and excitedly declared that they would repay him with their bodies.

The reason was that he used to hang out with other rock musicians and never got an ice cream.

Liang Liang was utterly exasperated. "I only treated you guys because I saw you all looking on with envy as you watched others spend money, and now you want to thank me with your bodies? Isn't that repaying kindness with enmity? I'm never treating you again."

Sigh! Giving up a good education to become a delinquent, isn't this a case of getting a beating too lenient?

Hou Caixia also took to the stage on her first night back, singing "Crazy for Love".

He also received a reward of 100 yuan.

It was also produced by Lai Dechen.

That night, this guy spent over ten thousand yuan at the nightclub.

Listening to music and tipping alone cost 9,500 yuan, while drinks and snacks cost another 500 to 600 yuan.

In the end, this guy actually wanted to take Ming Hongling out, but Ming Hongling politely declined.

"Did anyone touch your hand?" Liang Liang asked jokingly after the area was cleared.

"Everyone's as shameless as you!"

"Where did this come from? How did I become a pervert? Explain yourself today, or I'll sleep in your room tonight."

"You dare! Do you think your 'pee-pee thing' has gotten stronger?" Lanzhi chimed in from the side.

Liang Liang was speechless. You're a young woman, not an old lady, okay? Some jokes just can't be made.

With the way you talk, who would want to hire you?