Zheng Tuo listened to Liang Liang's plan with a dazed look in his eyes. He said he would think about it carefully and give an answer tomorrow morning. Then he went back to lying in bed and continued to mutter to himself.
Liang Liang smiled wryly. If you opened this guy's head, there would be at least two pounds of rust inside. His head must be rusted from sleeping on it.
When Liang Liang entered Zheng Tuo's room again around 7 a.m. the next morning, Zheng Tuo looked confused and asked, "What did you say last night?"
Oh no, I raised a child only to feed a cat, all my efforts were for nothing.
"Brother! Wouldn't you like to have a beautiful woman by your side, build a warm home, and then have a child to enjoy the joys of family life?"
"What's the use of just thinking about it? I'm penniless right now, what woman would want to be with me?"
"That's not necessarily true. Women are all materialistic. If you were the boss now, you might have a string of women following you around like candied hawthorns."
How to be a boss?
Liang Liang then explained his plan in this way and that.
"You want to get this nightclub running again?"
Liang Liang nodded.
Zheng Tu shook his head like a windmill: "Impossible!"
Why is it impossible?
"One problem is the lack of money. To get this dance hall up and running again, it would take at least ten or twenty thousand yuan to keep it running. The other problem is that even if you manage to keep it running, you won't have any customers."
"That's no problem. We can find a way if we don't have money. Once the dance troupe is up and running, we'll naturally have customers. Now tell me how much money you have?"
"I don't have much money. You can tell my current financial situation by looking at how I eat instant noodles and smoke osmanthus cigarettes every day."
"Let's not play guessing games, just give me a specific number."
"I only have a little over 1,000 yuan."
What can this possibly do? It's far too little!
"Could I borrow it?"
"Even if you borrow it, it won't be much."
Liang Liang thought about it carefully for a moment: "How about this! I'll keep the money. I'll go and get a sponsorship. The dance hall itself is yours, as are the things inside. And the dance hall will need to rely on your old connections to operate. So, you use the dance hall, the things inside, and your connections as investment, and I'll be responsible for the working capital. We'll each own half of the shares to run the dance hall. What do you think? Think it over carefully. If you think it's okay, I'll go home and get the sponsorship."
Zheng Tuo began to hesitate, unsure how long he would hesitate.
"Liang Liang! A few people have come outside. They say they're looking for you." Zhang Hua ran over to inform Liang Liang.
I guess someone from the Lost Bar came to scout the place yesterday.
"Brother Zheng! Think it over first. Once you've figured it out, I'll tell you the specifics of how the nightclub operates. Right now, it's up to you whether you have the courage to start anew."
Liang Liang came to the hall from the back and saw four or five long-haired people standing in the hall looking around.
Not many people came, which disappointed Liang Liang, but Liu Yuyong was among them.
He can come.
"Brother Liu! You're here? Have a seat! Sister Lanzhi, go outside and get a few drinks. You can pay for them first, I'll pay you back later."
Liu Yuyong looked around the dance troupe. The hall was much larger than the one in the Lost Bar, and even the small stage was bigger than the stage in the Lost Bar.
"The conditions here are better than in the confusing area, but it looks like it hasn't been open for a long time?"
"This dance hall has been closed for more than a month for some reasons."
"Are you planning to get it up and running?"
"Yes."
"You think you can revive this dance hall just by forming a resident band?"
"The resident band is just a supplementary measure; there will be other ways. This dance hall will definitely become a hit."
"May I see your instruments?" Liu Yuyong saw the drum set on the small stage and the guitar and bass hanging on the wall behind it.
Liang Liang gestured for him to proceed.
Liu Yuyong is a guitarist, so naturally his target is the electric guitar hanging on the wall.
"Holy crap! It's more expensive than my violin! It's a whole level higher."
Qin Wenju bought it for him, so of course she wouldn't buy anything cheap.
Liu Yuyong picked up his guitar and began to strum.
Liang Liang didn't hear Liu Yuyong play the piano yesterday; this was the first time she had heard him play the guitar.
Wang Fan was not lying; Liu Yuyong's guitar skills had indeed reached the level of a master, with unique expertise in pitch and technique.
While not top-tier among experts, it's sufficient for handling large-scale performances.
Liu Yuyong played a solo before stopping his guitar.
"What's the name of the song you sang yesterday when you were feeling lost?"
"Grey Bird!"
Ming Hongling and Lan Zhi, who were standing to one side, exchanged a glance.
"You've sung a new song again? Why didn't you tell us?"
"Why should I tell you? Do I have to report to you every time I go out to pee and come back?"
One of the young men understood the implied meaning in the words.
"Brother Liang! This girl said you've sung a new song again. Does that mean you have a lot of original songs?"
"Not many, maybe ten or so!"
"Are they all like the Graybird style?"
Liang Liang shook his head and said shamelessly, "I don't stick to one style of creation, nor do I intend to create my own genre, so my songs are all different in style. This is how it is now, and it will be how it is in the future."
Liu Yuyong became interested: "We came here this morning to check on you. You guys don't seem to have anything to do. How about you sing a few of your songs for us to hear? Let's give you a round of applause."
The people who came with Liu Yuyong burst into applause.
"Since you guys think so highly of me, it would be pretentious of me to refuse. So I'll sing a few of my songs to make you guys laugh."
Liang Liang walked onto the small stage, clapped his hands, and then Ming Hong Linglanzhi came on stage.
One picked up a guitar, and the other sat behind the drum set.
Since there was no keyboard, Zhang Hua just watched the excitement from the sidelines.
These girls aren't waitresses; they can even play musical instruments!
"We don't have a keyboard yet, so the brothers will have to make do with this. I'll just warm up my voice first."
After warming up my voice, the singing began.
With Ming Hongling on lead guitar and Liang Liang on bass, this trio, missing one player, began their first performance after the disbandment of Bi Sheng's dance troupe.
"Let's start with Blue Lotus."
After choosing the song, Liang Liang began to sing: "Nothing can stop your yearning for freedom..."
Guitar, drums, and bass follow.
As soon as Liang Liang sang the first line, "Nothing can stop you from yearning for freedom," Liu Yuyong and the others who had come immediately became restless.
Especially for Liu Yuyong, this simple and straightforward melody felt like a sharp arrow piercing his heart.
What song is this? Why does the very first line strike right at the depths of my soul?
Nothing can stop it
Your yearning for freedom
A life of boundless imagination
Your heart is free of worries...
Eight years ago, wasn't I a sixteen-year-old boy who yearned for freedom without any obstacles?
Back then, I had no worries and longed for boundless imagination.
Through the dark years
I also felt lost.
The moment you lower your head
Only then did I realize the path beneath my feet
But life taught him what it means to bow his head. The disdain of his relatives, the departure of his girlfriend, and the poverty of his life made him feel lost and confused.
Although life was tough, a yearning for freedom still burned in my heart.
"Blue lotus~ Ah!"
Liang Liang's high-pitched voice rang out.
At that moment, Liu Yuyong burst into tears…
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