Liang Liang had given the two friends Wang Fan had invited nicknames to him: one was called "Wine Barrel" and the other "Wine Jar".
These two guys can drink like crazy. They can down a bottle of beer in one gulp, like some actors in a folk dance. Compared to them, I'm just a glass at best, and Wang Fan can barely be considered a beer can.
Faced with barrels and vats of wine, it's wise for the wine glass to make the best of a bad situation and slip away.
Anyway, we've almost finished eating.
Liang Liang slipped out under the pretext of going to the toilet to look at the scenery around Wang Fan's house.
Their village is built in a mountain valley, with steep mountain ridges on both sides and a stream running through the middle of the valley.
The village is built on both sides of the stream.
However, in the dead of winter, the mountains are covered with withered trees and a little snow, so there's not much to see.
After a hearty meal and drinks, Liang Liang returned from a stroll around the back hill of Wang Fan's house. The three clowns were still drinking.
Originally, Liang Liang should have gone back after finishing his business, but at that time there was only one round trip from Lotus Mountain to Yahe City at 1:30 pm, and it was already past 1:30 pm. It was too late to make it back, so Liang Liang had no choice but to stay at Wang Fan's house for the night.
Wang Fan's mother had some reservations about Wang Fan taking a leave of absence without pay, but she was satisfied with the money Wang Fan brought home after taking the leave.
This is somewhat contradictory.
Wang Fan never explains these things to his mother.
Upon hearing Wang Fan's mother's complaints, Liang Liang had no choice but to personally intervene and work on her mind, explaining the intricacies of the situation to finally put her at ease.
That night, Liang Liang slept in Wang Fan's room.
"Stay at my house for a couple more days, and tomorrow I'll take you ice skating at Baiyuchuan. It's a natural ice rink in winter, and the ice is as smooth as a mirror."
"No! I need to go see Boss Qin tomorrow."
"Going to Boss Qin's place? What for? You didn't happen to have your eye on Boss Qin, did you? Although she's a bit older, she still has a lot of charm and is very feminine."
"I've always said you're the repressed type, but you wouldn't admit it. Now look what's happened!"
"Stop beating around the bush! Oh, right! I just remembered, you might be having an affair with Boss Qin. I remember you said she bought you that bass guitar back then. If you two weren't fighting like dogs, why would she buy you a bass guitar? Why didn't she buy me an electronic keyboard?"
Oh no! This blockhead is trying to get his head started, like a frog trying to crawl out of a well. We have to weld the well cover shut.
"It's no use talking to me. You should talk to Boss Qin. He'll definitely greet you with a smile."
"Forget it! They might be all smiles from above, but they'd probably be after me from below, or even kick me. I'm not going to do something so stupid."
Liang Liang chuckled.
"There's a local band in Yahe called the Red Cliff Band. Boss Qin plans to have them perform at his nightclub and has arranged for me to go and check out their skills tomorrow."
Wang Fan perked up immediately: "I'm bored at home, why don't I go with you and take a look?"
“Great! That way I can relax a bit. Then go to my house. My neighbor’s little girl is crying and begging to learn guitar and wants me to be her teacher. You’re there right now, so you can teach her for the next few days since you’re free. I’m getting really annoyed by her.”
"How old is this little girl? Can she even bite into a bean?"
"You're fourteen now, I guarantee you can bite into beans, then you can be like Uncle Wolf..."
"Pah! Fourteen years old? I'm not as beastly as you. I don't touch underage girls."
Liang Liang immediately objected: "Who are you calling a beast? What did I do that makes me a beast?"
"Tch! As if I don't know about you, Xiaoqian, and Xiaoyao. Aren't they underage girls?"
Liang Liang immediately felt short of breath and quickly changed the subject: "What time do you have a bus to the city tomorrow morning?"
"7:30!"
"So early? You should go to sleep! It'll be terrible if you can't get up tomorrow morning."
The next morning, Liang Liang and Wang Fan left Wang Fan's house at 6:30 a.m., and had Jiutong and Jiugang take them by bicycle to the Hehuashan Commune Station. Then they took a bus to Yahe City.
They arrived in Yahe City at almost 8:30, which was more than half an hour before the time Liang Liang and Qin Wenju had agreed upon.
The two spent ten yuan to take a taxi to the Oriental Dance Hall, which was not yet open to the public.
Qin Wenju opened the door with great joy to welcome Liang Liang, as well as Wang Fan behind Liang Liang.
"Boss Qin! Have you made plans with that Red Cliff band yet?"
"They'll be there at nine o'clock, you two wait a bit. Oh, by the way! All the equipment has been purchased, but none of it has been unpacked and tested. You two are just sitting around anyway, so why don't you test it out and see if there are any problems?"
This is a simple task that doesn't present any difficulties.
Liang Liang then led Wang Fan to the small stage in the main hall of the dance hall, where they saw the equipment the dance hall had prepared for the band.
These instruments were placed on this small stage; the electronic keyboard was unopened, and the drum set was not installed.
The electric guitar and bass were in their cases, propped up against the drum kit.
Wang Fan was naturally interested in the electronic keyboard.
The Yamaha electronic keyboard, worth over two thousand yuan, was still unopened, so the task of opening it and testing it naturally fell to Wang Fan.
Wang Fan was tuning the electronic keyboard, while Liang Liang tuned the remaining instruments.
First, we installed the drum kit one by one.
Just as he was sweating profusely from the installation, four long-haired youths walked in.
"The installers are setting up the equipment. Looks like we're a bit early."
"Master! How much does a drum set cost?" A young man squatted down next to Liang Liang and asked Liang Liang, who was fixing the drum set.
This drum kit is a bit special; the bass drum and tom-tom drum are separate, which takes up too much time.
Liang Liang guessed without asking that these young men were from the Red Cliff Band, but they mistook him for a salesman.
"Not expensive! Only a little over eight hundred yuan!" Liang Liang made up a lie.
"Eight hundred!?" The young man's voice changed with excitement.
"Hey guys, did you hear that? A set of pearls for only eight hundred? Hey, sir! How about we get a set for free?"
The young man was slapped on the head without any surprise.
"He Er! Did you drink urine this morning? You actually believe a pearl drum set costs eight hundred yuan? Eight hundred yuan probably only gets you a single cymbal!"
Liang Liang chuckled: "Plus two drumsticks!"
He Er was displeased: "Little Master! Are you kidding me?"
"Who told you to be so brainless? You actually believe that a drum set costs eight hundred yuan? A drum set made of plywood is worth more than eight hundred yuan!"
"Young man! Don't leave today. You've already angered me. If you don't buy me a candied hawthorn skewer, you're not leaving today."
This guy is probably in the same boat as Han Bangbang; he seems to be a shameless fellow as well.
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