Wu Dezhu was deeply moved by this song.
To put it in an insulting way, it's like a turtle eyeing a green bean—they're mutually attracted!
"Old Gao! Where did you learn this song? Where can I buy this cassette tape? Get me a copy, I want to keep it for later."
After the song was finished, Wu Dezhu called Gao Xing over and asked him this question.
"The young man who sang this song got it from me. I don't know where he got it from. Let me ask him for you."
Gao Xing waved and called Liang Liang over.
"Boss Wu asked you where he can buy a cassette tape of this song? He wants to get a copy to keep for listening to."
"There's no cassette tape. I wrote this song myself, and it's brand new. This is my first time performing it. Where am I supposed to find a cassette tape?"
Wu Dezhu was somewhat displeased. These young people nowadays! So young, yet they brag without batting an eye. Songwriting? Do they just write whatever comes to mind?
"Old Gao! Are all young people these days so dishonest? They lie without even blinking an eye."
Upon hearing this, Liang Liang realized that someone was questioning his talent.
"Xiao Liang! Did you really write this song yourself?" Although Liang Liang had practiced with them for several days, Gao Xing was still unsure whether Liang Liang had written the song himself. He thought Liang Liang had copied it from sheet music.
"I've written dozens of songs, and 'Gong Xi Fa Cai' is just one of them. It's a very ordinary song, nothing to brag about," Liang Liang said casually.
"Did you really write this?" Wu Dezhu remained skeptical.
"If you don't believe me, you can go to the market and look for it. If you find it, I'll admit defeat. I'm not bragging. If I wanted to write, I could write more than a dozen songs like this in a day."
It's just New Year's greeting songs, there are plenty of those, though they vary in quality, some are good and some are bad.
If Liang Liang wanted to arrest them all, he couldn't remember them all, but arresting ten or eight of them wouldn't be difficult at all.
"So, this is the first time this song has been shown in public?"
"Of course!"
"It all sounds like utter nonsense," someone next to Wu Dezhu chimed in.
"Hehe! Uncle! Do you think I need to fool you? I've rehearsed four pieces for this peasant band, all of which have never existed before. You haven't even seen the other three, and we haven't performed them yet."
Wu Dezhu became interested upon hearing this: "So there are three more songs? Let's bring them out and listen to them. It's warm and not cold today, so you instrumentalists probably won't have frozen hands. Sing some!"
This logic is a bit nonsensical. Whether your hands get cold or not mainly depends on the amount of money you receive. If you pay a lot of money, your hands won't get cold. If you pay a little money, your hands will get cold even if they don't get cold.
Liang Liang didn't say anything, so naturally I should be happy to express my opinion.
“Angkor! Those few tunes are not suitable for the New Year atmosphere. How about I play a Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix for you?”
Gao Xing was telling the truth, but Wu Dezhu thought that Gao Xing was actually bargaining.
"I've heard your Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix countless times, who cares to listen to it? I'll add fifty more songs of other songs."
He looked at Liang Liang with delight, and Liang Liang thought for a moment and nodded.
"Swords Like Dreams" and "The Fake Monk" are not suitable for the New Year's atmosphere, so let's play "Left Finger Pointing to the Moon".
Liang Liang regretted not having rehearsed celebratory pieces like "Harvest" or "Drums and Gongs" for them.
What a miscalculation!
Although the band had only a short rehearsal time and were not yet very familiar with the piece, they still managed to play it according to the score.
"Why are you just playing songs but not singing?"
"This is a pipa piece, not a song for singing."
There are very few people who can sing this song. Liang Liang has to use falsetto to sing the highest notes, otherwise she will suffer from oxygen deprivation.
"Holy crap! It was just a tune! But it's nice. Where are the other two?"
"Those two songs are indeed not suitable for performance during the Chinese New Year period."
"Was it sung for the departed?"
"No, that's not it!"
"As long as it's not a funeral song, what's there to be taboo about? Play it!"
Since the host had spoken, the peasant band was no longer constrained, and subsequently, the guzheng piece "Swords Like Dreams" and the suona piece "The Fake Monk" were performed.
After the two pieces were played, Wu Dezhu was overjoyed.
"Sing 'Gong Xi Fa Cai' again!"
Gao Xing immediately protested: "Angkor! This is just a New Year's greeting, not a concert. We can't sing too much. Can't you see our girls' hands are all frozen and scratchy?"
"What do you mean, 'de de'? Three hundred yuan! Shall you sing or not!"
The reason why the party being asked to agree to something is often because the benefits have not met their expectations.
Wu Dezhu added 100 yuan with a click, which seemed to warm the hearts of the farmers' band members like a spring breeze, and their hands naturally warmed up.
Liang Liang then sang "Gong Xi Fa Cai" again.
In this way, the peasant band performed five songs and earned 300 yuan.
The Gushan Machinery Factory is located opposite the Gushan Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
The head of the fertilizer group of the supply and marketing cooperative, having nothing better to do, was looking at the scenery by the roadside when he saw the performance in the yard of the machinery factory.
He arrived with his hands behind his back, dragging his feet, thinking it would be a waste not to watch, and just then he heard Liang Liang sing "Gong Xi Fa Cai" for the last time.
He thought the song was great and that they absolutely had to get their fertilizer division to sing it.
So he went to ask how much "Gong Xi Fa Cai" cost.
Gao Xing thought for a moment and replied, "Two songs for one hundred yuan!"
Without saying a word, the fertilizer manager said, "Come sing it twice at our place!"
As a result, the farmers' band moved from the Gushan Town Machinery Factory to the Gushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative's Fertilizer Group.
During this period, each group of the supply and marketing cooperative also contracted out other businesses, and their lives were not easy due to the impact of rural stores.
However, the fertilizer group is an exception.
The fertilizer market was not open at the time, and only the supply and marketing cooperative was allowed to sell fertilizers, so their group lived a very comfortable life.
Once everything was set up, the show began. The fertilizer manager didn't want any other performances, just two repetitions of "Gong Xi Fa Cai" (Wishing You Prosperity).
Employees from other groups of the supply and marketing cooperative gathered around to watch the spectacle.
The secretary of the supply and marketing cooperative realized that even though the cooperative was not doing well, they could still afford to hire this small opera troupe to sing a couple of songs.
So the supply and marketing cooperative gave another 200 yuan to have your band perform four songs.
In this way, the band earned six hundred yuan.
With this 600 yuan as a base, Gao Xing felt more confident, and after the performance at the supply and marketing cooperative, he went to each shop on the street in Gushan Town to ask questions.
As a result, they actually made two deals.
A general store and a wholesaler each contributed 200 yuan to put on two more performances.
After these two performances, it will be 10:30 PM.
The farmers' band earned 1,000 yuan from their performance that morning.
What was a piece of cake for Liang Liang was a great success for the members of the farmers' band.
In high spirits, he took the person to the only restaurant open after the New Year, a supply and marketing cooperative restaurant, and quickly ordered eight dishes.
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