Arguing over song selections between two people in a karaoke bar was a common occurrence in the 1990s, and there was nothing strange about it.
The only thing that can attract people's attention is the amount.
Lu Yueli offered 15,000, and Zhang Zhengping, not to be outdone, raised the price by another 1,000.
"Heh! Zhang Zhengping! Look at your pathetic self. Why don't you just add one yuan at a time instead of a thousand? That would save you so much money."
"Lu Yueli! Don't be so smug, I won't lose to you! Humph!"
Zhang Zhengping then rummaged through his bag again and was surprised to find that he only had less than two thousand yuan in it.
His expression froze for a moment.
"What! You're broke? If you're broke, why are you pretending to be a rich guy?" Lu Yueli had been staring at Zhang Zhengping, and seeing his expression, she immediately guessed what was wrong.
Zhang Zhengping put his bag on the table and picked up the brick-like mobile phone that was standing on the table.
"Never mind whether I have money or not, I'm the one offering more right now. If you want to know, just say so! I'll have someone bring the money right away!"
“Even if you send someone to deliver money, I still have the final say on this song. I'll add another 2,000.”
Lü Yueli then acquired the right to request this song for 18,000 yuan.
Liang Liang was somewhat disappointed; it was only 18,000.
Yan Liang once mentioned that a song once garnered 150,000 views here.
It seems that such good fortune will not fall into my lap.
Holding his mobile phone, Zhang Zhengping roared into the other end, "Send me 100,000 yuan right now! What? You can't withdraw it now? I don't care how you send me the money, even if you have to rob a bank, you have to get it for me!"
Lu Yueli curled her lip: "What are you bragging about! Handsome young man on stage! Give me another upbeat song."
At this moment, a middle-aged man of about forty years old hurriedly walked into the Putong 100 dance hall.
"Mr. Liu! Over here! Over here!"
The two employees from Pacific Audio-Visual Company didn't expect their boss to arrive so quickly, and they stood up and waved to the middle-aged man.
Liu Wen is the general manager of Pacific Audio-Visual Company. He was summoned here by two of his employees via pager.
"What's going on? Why did you send me here in such a hurry?"
"Mr. Liu! Sit down and tell me. Here's what happened: a rock band came to 100 and just played three songs that none of us had ever heard before. Based on our experience, if these three songs were released, they would definitely be hits. So we hurriedly sent you over, worried that other companies would sign you."
Liu Wen didn't really care about the rock band. There were quite a few people playing rock music in Guangzhou, but he didn't see any value in promoting it.
"You guys are saying they sang three songs that are guaranteed to be hits?"
He was somewhat interested in this statement; these two guys did have a good eye for music.
"Mr. Liu! Have you ever seen people in their thirties or forties shouting slogans and whistling because they're listening to music?"
"Nonsense! That's something only young people do. Would someone in their thirties or forties be so immature?"
"Hehe! We just saw that scene. See that female boss in the front row? That's her. She was standing on the chair, waving her arms and legs. She spent 18,000 yuan to select the next song."
Liu Wen didn't take the 18,000 yuan per song too seriously. In Guangzhou's many nightclubs, this kind of thing happens several times every night; it's not like it's 180,000 yuan.
But what kind of music is this band playing that makes a middle-aged woman stand up on a chair like that?
18,000 points for a song isn't a big deal for Liu Wen, but it's a significant amount for Han Chui.
This has never happened to him since he joined the Blue Shark band, but it finally happened today.
The band receives half of the tips, so the Blue Shark band would get nine thousand yuan. If the band has five members, each member would get nearly two thousand yuan.
Including the tips from the first three songs tonight, each of them can receive more than three thousand yuan tonight.
If it were like this every day, even if they only worked in Guangzhou for a month, they would still make...
Han Chui's daydream had just reached this point when a woman who rushed into the backstage area bumped into him with a thud because she couldn't stop in time.
Han Chui was almost knocked away.
"Hey girl! You need glasses. If you can bump into a building as big as me, what else wouldn't you dare to bump into?"
The woman hurriedly apologized: "Brother! I'm so sorry, I was in a rush and bumped into you. I'm so sorry."
"Luckily you bumped into a good person like me. If you had bumped into a scoundrel, I could have kept you arguing for ages. Now that it's over, you can go."
"Brother, if you're really alright, I'll go in."
The woman hurriedly ran backstage where the singer was waiting.
"Anping! Why are you only arriving now? Did you go out to take on private jobs again?" asked a female singer who was on good terms with Ge Anping.
"Shh! Keep your voice down, I'll be in big trouble if the company finds out, what if they hit me?"
"You think you'll get hit? You probably won't be going on stage tonight. The stage is occupied by someone else, and it looks like you're not coming down."
"Oh! Someone took over the venue?"
“A big spender has already offered 18,000 yuan for a song.”
Wow! So someone's treating you to supper tonight?
"Bullshit! I don't know any of the band members on stage, who's going to buy you a late-night snack?"
Only then did Ge Anping turn her gaze to the stage: "Who is it! Where did they come from?"
"A rock band from the north. You're always traveling all over the country, do you know them?"
Ge Anping looked at the stage for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Don't tell me! I actually know him."
"Stop bragging! The concert's about to start, so listen to the music!"
“I really do know him. I bought my song ‘Damp Heart’ from that lead singer.”
"real!"
Liang Liang never dreamed that he would run into an acquaintance here. He had just chosen the song he was going to sing next.
They spent 18,000 yuan to select songs, so I have to say something about it.
"We are so grateful to our beautiful boss for her kindness to our little band. We are overwhelmed with gratitude and have no way to repay her. We feel that the only way to repay this kindness is to offer ourselves to her. Whoever you fancy, please choose to perform with us..."
Of course, this was just Liang Liang's imagination; he couldn't say it aloud. What he actually said was this.
"Thank you so much to our beautiful boss for your kindness to our little band. We have no way to repay you but to present our best songs to you all. The next song, 'Longing is a Knife,' is dedicated to all the guests and friends here today."
As soon as Liang Liang finished speaking, the band began to play music.
Longing is a knife
Sharp blade
The wounded heart is bleeding profusely...
As soon as the song started, Lü Yueli felt like she was being strangled.
The cells were swelling, the blood was roaring, and the muscles were experiencing a tingling sensation.
This sensation surges through the blood vessels and pores to every part of the body...
This is exactly the kind of excruciating feeling I've been looking for, it's awesome!
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