It's not surprising that young people, when they're caught up in the heat of the moment, want to have a competition.
It's normal for young people to want to rank everything; everyone's been young for a few days.
What do you want to compete in?
"Aren't you a guitarist? Let's compare singing and playing guitar."
This competition is reasonable. We're all guitarists, so it's perfectly fine to compare our skills for making a living.
You want to compete with me in singing and playing guitar? Are you sure?
"That makes sense, but how should we compare them?"
"Today, the host has hired two troupes, and there is a tip of 500 yuan. Whoever wins the tip will be the winner."
Huh? There's a tip? That old scoundrel Boss Wei is dishonest, why didn't he tell us?
I'll have to ask about this later.
"Hehe! This is a matter between groups, it has nothing to do with our competition, right?"
“I was a pillar in Asia, so of course it’s related.”
"Holy crap! That's amazing! I'm only a third-rate member in my band, just filling in the numbers with background music. Compared to that, I'm totally getting a better deal!"
Ming Hongling's face remained expressionless, but in her heart she despised Liang Liang a thousand times over. To use Liang Liang's catchphrase, this guy was showing off again.
"So I won't take advantage of you. I'll represent you based on your group's level. How's that fair?"
This kid probably doesn't even have the qualifications to perform solo on stage, let alone compare to me!
Li Hui's eyes were full of contempt.
"That's so fair! The money other people give as tips is a matter between classes. If we're going to have a competition, there should be some kind of prize, right?"
"Of course! But you haven't been here long and don't seem to have much money, so let's bet ten dollars!"
"Ten yuan! I have a habit of showing off. No matter if I'm capable or not, I can't lose to others in terms of prestige. Locals call people like me 'big-tailed donkeys.' Although I don't have much money, ten yuan is just embarrassing me, isn't it?"
You finally caught a damn bastard and you want to bet ten dollars? Liang Liang's appetite isn't that small.
Li Hui blinked twice: "You mean you think it's not enough?"
I was overjoyed; I'd met a complete fool today.
“I don’t even make a bet with anyone once a year. If I do make a bet, it should be at least a hundred yuan, right? I can’t afford to lose face with just ten yuan.”
There are even people eager to give him money. I already thought this kid was a bit of a fool, and now it's confirmed. He's definitely an idiot.
"So how much are you willing to bet?"
"It has to be at least a hundred. I won't play with you if it's less."
"Then it's a hundred, no take-backs allowed."
"I'll bear witness! Anyone who goes back on their word will be a coward for life," Ming Hongling presided over the proceedings.
She looked at Li Hui as if he were an idiot. She knew all too well how skilled Li Hui was. Even if his skills had improved during the month he was away, how much could they have improved?
His skill level is so low that he's not even qualified to carry Liang Liang's shoes.
"Hehe! Kid! Get your money ready, you can't renege on your debt later." Li Hui was smug, thinking he had it all figured out.
Liang Liang scoffed, "Now you can get lost, right? Don't keep coming to our troupe like this. The Bisheng Dance Troupe has absolutely no connection with you anymore."
"Don't be stubborn, kid. Don't cry when you lose money."
"Even a horse manure egg can have a fever, how do you know you're guaranteed to win?"
"Horse manure egg has a fever? You'll have to wait."
Li Hui left feeling both relieved and resentful.
He was in a good mood because he thought he had the hundred yuan for sure, and his resentment was naturally because of Ming Hongling.
In terms of looks, Ming Hongling was definitely his first choice. He pursued Ming Hongling for two whole years before she agreed to date him.
If it weren't for the seduction of the vixen and the fact that Asia paid him 400 yuan a month, he wouldn't have left Bi Sheng's dance troupe.
Now that someone else has picked one of his flowers, he feels as if a cat has scratched his heart.
Liang Liang didn't care whether Li Hui was upset or not; what he cared about now was asking Boss Wei about the tip.
This task naturally requires the troupe leader to take charge; he only needs to tend the fire on the side.
This time, Mu Shuihua didn't step in, but Bi Sheng made a rare appearance.
Mu Shuihua was, after all, a pregnant woman who was six or seven months along, and she couldn't keep showing herself in public all the time.
It's almost 11 o'clock now, and the wedding procession has already appeared at the bridgehead.
Mr. Wei, dressed in a sharp suit and beaming with health, sat with his wife, who had a sallow complexion, in front of the small building.
They're waiting for the newlyweds to bow to their parents.
It was clearly not the right time to go up and ask any questions, so Bi Sheng and Liang Liang stood aside and waited for the wedding procession to arrive.
The wedding procession consisted of four red Santanas and one black Volga, along with a light truck carrying video cameras and a large bus carrying the bride's relatives.
This wedding procession was considered a luxury in the rural areas of 1993.
The lead car stopped outside the Wei family's gate, and the groom got out first, turned to the other side, and helped the bride out of the car.
The bride's attire today has a strong ethnic flavor. Her red wedding dress looks a bit like the clothing of some ethnic minority, and a light veil on her head serves as a headscarf.
The helpers laid out a red carpet from the car to the front of the small building, and then the bride and groom walked up to Mr. and Mrs. Wei, their heads covered in colorful confetti flying everywhere.
After bowing to heaven and earth, bowing to their parents, and bowing to each other, the wedding ceremony is over.
After the new bride entered the bridal chamber, the next step was to begin the banquet.
As a prominent figure in Shishan Township, Boss Wei was quite busy receiving guests. By the time Bi Sheng and Liang Liang finally started chatting with Boss Wei, the dishes were already being served.
At this point, we can't count on Bi Sheng; if we wait until he finishes speaking, it will be too late.
"Boss Wei! This is not a fair thing to do. You should have informed us in advance about hiring another troupe. One troupe performing is completely different from two troupes performing on the same stage. This is not a game where whoever blows the loudest gets the advantage. The two troupes are more than ten meters apart. If they start performing at the same time, wouldn't that create chaos?"
If two opera troupes are so close together and start performing at the same time, whose performance would you listen to? Would you even be able to hear what they're doing? So, tell me, will you listen or not?
Only after Liang Liang said that did Boss Wei realize what was going on.
If two troupes were to perform at the same time, it would really be chaotic.
"Xiao Liang! What do you suggest we do? This morning, their troupe leader heard that my family was having a happy occasion and came over to ask if we wanted some singing and dancing. I agreed without thinking it over carefully."
"What else can we do but play roulette? Each family will perform one show, and the shows will continue one by one."
If the audience wants to see it clearly, this is the only way to perform it.
The advantage of this is that the number of performances in the show does not need to be as many as before.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have needed to prepare so many programs.
"Then that's the only way."
That's settled then.
"There's something else. The people from the Asia Opera Troupe told us that the winner of our two troupes competing against each other would receive a reward of one thousand yuan? You didn't tell us that."
Without blinking, Liang Liang doubled the reward.
If we don't chop you up now, who will we chop up?
"Who said it was 1,000 yuan? It's 500 yuan."
"We don't know about that. It was the Asia team who told us. We thought it was 1,000 yuan and that word had spread far and wide that Boss Wei was going to give the winning team 1,000 yuan today. But it's not a big deal. We'll explain to the audience that we misheard and that Boss Wei's reward is only 500 yuan."
Mr. Wei was exhausted: Where does my face go after you explain it like that?
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