Ticket revenue is fixed, so there's nothing to question about that.
The availability of alcoholic beverages and pastries are unknown factors, but they account for half of the factors affecting the success of a nightclub's revenue.
However, on occasions like today, not much alcohol was consumed.
Liang Liang was worried that a fight would break out, so he reduced the delivery of alcoholic beverages and increased the supply of soft drinks.
The reduced supply of alcoholic beverages naturally affected sales performance.
Today, sales of alcoholic beverages, soft drinks, and pastries did not exceed 10,000 yuan, remaining at just over 7,000 yuan.
Liang Liang was quite satisfied with the results. The profits from these products were astonishing, and the profit from this sales volume exceeded half of the total sales revenue.
There were seven or eight thousand yuan in song donations.
After giving half to the band, the dance hall could save nearly four thousand yuan.
Even with a significant reduction in alcohol consumption, the Haiyun Dance Hall's net income that night was still around 12,000 yuan.
After settling the accounts, Liang Liang came out with a stack of money.
This is 3,800 yuan for song requests and tips.
Of these, 1,050 are from the Three-Legged Cat Band, and the rest are from the Blue Shark Band.
Although their money was less than half of the Blue Shark Band's, the four members of the Three-Legged Cat Band's eyes lit up with a light exceeding 250 degrees when Liang Liang handed them 1,050 yuan.
So much money! Each of the four people can get 260 yuan, and they'll still have 10 yuan left for a taxi home.
This is almost equivalent to a month's salary for an average worker.
"Work hard! Strive to be on par with Blue Shark in terms of profit sharing in the future."
Zhou Xue thought to herself: On par with Blue Shark? Is this guy serious? The Three-Legged Cat Band will never catch up with the Blue Shark Band in their lifetime.
"Xiao Liang! You gave each of us two hundred yuan yesterday, shouldn't you deduct that from that money?"
"No rush! You can spend it first! We'll talk about it later. There probably aren't any more cars outside, so you can sleep here and go home tomorrow morning. There are still empty rooms over there. Zhou Xue can share a room with Xiao Yu, and you can stay in my room. My room is a bit bigger."
The heating in the dance hall room was quite strong, and several sets of luggage were prepared so that they could stay there until dawn and go home if they didn't mind.
After finishing the accounts, Mu Shuihua went back to her room to rest.
Liang Liang locked the office door and went back to her room to sleep with Liu Yuyong, Wang Fan, and the three idiots.
Liang Liang's room is over 20 square meters in size and has a large kang (heated brick bed) inside.
This large kang bed can sleep six or seven people, and they don't feel crowded at all.
There was a cabinet on the floor with some luggage inside, specifically for people staying here.
As for whether the luggage is clean or not, that's a matter of opinion.
Anyway, Liang Liang's own luggage was clean, so whether the other luggage was clean or not was none of his business.
But they're all young people, they don't have that many problems. A silly boy sleeping on a cold kang wouldn't have so many issues.
Spread the quilt on the kang (heated brick bed), and whether you take it off or not, crawl into the quilt and turn off the light!
Within just a minute or two, someone started snoring softly.
Who is this? Someone born in the Year of the Pig!
Some people fall asleep the moment their head hits the pillow, while others lie awake in the dark, unable to sleep.
"Xiao Liang! Are you asleep?" someone asked Liang Liang in the darkness.
Liang Liang recognized Shen Hao's voice.
This guy probably got over two hundred yuan; he's too excited to sleep.
"She's asleep!"
"Nonsense! You can still answer when you're asleep, Xiao Liang! I don't think your band is a pure rock band, are you?"
"Who said we were a rock band? We never said we were a pure rock band."
"Why don't you guys go for a pure rock style?"
What exactly is pure rock style?
"It's the kind of style that mainstream rock bands play now."
"Like them? They're all so poor they're practically begging for money. I'm not going to be like them!"
Liang Liang's comment about breast pain made the entire Sanjiaomao Band laugh.
"So none of you slept? Then who's snoring?"
It must be Wang Fan; he was born in the Year of the Pig.
"Let me give you a piece of advice: don't follow the example of those poor kids who are desperate for money. Don't listen to their endless nonsense about the undying spirit of rock and roll. It's all bullshit. Let me tell you the truth: everyone who plays rock and roll is scum, every single one of them. Since we're all scum, let's stop waving flags and acting like big shots and talking about ideologies. I don't talk about ideologies. My goal is simple: first, make sure you live a good life. Only when you're well-fed can you have spirit, and only with spirit can you talk about any kind of pursuit."
Whether the members of the Sanjiaomao band would listen to Liang Liang was unclear; after saying those words, he went to sleep.
The next day, Liang Liang woke up at almost nine o'clock, and outside the window, snow was falling heavily.
Bi Sheng got up early in the morning to start his new work: cleaning up the trash left over from the previous night in the studio and wiping down the seats.
When Liang Liang came out to greet him, the floor of the studio had already been cleaned up, and he was wiping the tables and chairs.
The workers who did the work yesterday are cleaning up the back of the dance hall today, which is expected to take another day.
Liang Liang went to the back to watch the workers at work. He had only been watching for less than ten minutes when Han Chuitong rushed in.
"What are you doing? Are you being chased by a ghost?"
"They're fighting...fighting...fighting!" Han Chui said breathlessly.
"Who did you fight with?"
"Oh no, it wasn't me! There's a fight outside, a potato seller and a few thugs are fighting."
What kind of script is this? A potato seller got into a fight with some thugs, what does this even make sense?
Where should we fight?
"The fight was quite a spectacle right in front of our dance hall."
Why the hell do you have to fight in front of a nightclub?
Do you think I don't have enough trouble already?
We have to go out and check this out. What if someone gets killed right in front of their dance hall? Will their dance hall still be able to stay open?
"Let's go out and take a look!"
Liang Liang took the lead and led a few people out.
As soon as I stepped outside, I saw several people surrounding someone and fighting fiercely.
In the crowd, a burly man, eight feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, was rolling around with four young men.
The burly man grabbed a young man and started swinging him around. Then, he let go and threw the young man several meters away.
Then he grabbed one and threw it quite a distance with a whoosh.
Liang Liang was dumbfounded.
There really are people with that kind of strength in real life!
In the past, books, especially the ancient Water Margin, described someone as having superhuman strength, capable of uprooting a willow tree.
Liang Liang always thought that it was a fictional creation of the author, and that such a person could never exist in real life.
According to scientific data, regardless of race, human strength is ultimately limited.
But now he has actually witnessed such a person with his own eyes.
This guy is not only strong but also incredibly resilient. Others can take a few punches from him and be completely unharmed, but he can send them flying several steps away with just one punch.
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