As Wei Lanfeng finished singing a section of "Hometown," a loud shout suddenly came from the audience.
"Stop singing! What kind of rubbish is that?"
This person's voice was like a loudspeaker; it could be heard throughout the small theater without a microphone.
It's a shame that someone with that voice isn't collecting scraps!
This line was all too familiar; Liang Liang immediately thought of the words spoken by Yan Xishan's father in the crosstalk performance "Guan Gong vs. Qin Qiong".
The difference is that the crosstalk uses the Shandong dialect, while this is the Northeastern dialect.
The band had just finished playing a part of a song when this guy yelled out. He was clearly there to cause trouble.
The Blue Wind Band was a bit confused and had no choice but to stop their performance.
"What kind of awful singing is this? It's horrible! Call your manager out here."
Liang Liang felt it was time for him to step in; this situation was beyond Zheng Tuo's capabilities.
Liang Liang strode out from backstage and came to the edge of the stage.
He smiled at the middle-aged man in the audience who was accompanied by six or seven underlings.
"Brother! Please tell me if you have any opinions. I'm the person in charge of this newly opened small theater!"
"You're the boss?" the middle-aged man asked Liang Liang, looking up at him.
"You could say that. Thank you for coming, brother. What can I do for you?"
Where are you from?
Does this have anything to do with where I come from? Are you planning to bite me just because I'm from out of town?
"Brother! I've come from Lianwan. What are your instructions?"
"You're from Lianwan, who gave you permission to do business here?"
Liang Liang was exasperated: Who do you think you are, plucking feathers from a chicken? What business is it of yours what I do!
“Brother! We have a complete set of procedures for doing business, from public security to culture to industry and commerce and taxation. Everything is in order.”
If you're someone who's involved in the underworld, you should naturally understand what it means to "make things right in all aspects."
The Songyang Small Theater on the white road has all the necessary permits and licenses, and no one can find fault with it.
As for the underworld, there was no such thing as collecting protection money in the 1990s. These petty thugs who came to cause trouble were just looking for a free meal and drink.
Liang Liang didn't take it seriously at all.
Liang Liang was confident that a few hundred or a thousand dollars could be enough to keep the man in front of him in line, whether he was a real or fake big brother.
For ten thousand or eight thousand, you can make him a lackey.
In the mid-1990s, these street thugs were worth that little, unless they were big-time thugs like Liu Yong who commanded higher prices.
But Liang Liang felt that she should avoid dealing with people from society if possible.
The risk factor is too high.
Playing this game in China is doomed to fail. Once your protective umbrella collapses, your followers will scatter.
"Your performance was awful."
Upon hearing this, Liang Liang was somewhat taken aback: That's it!?
The other party clearly understood the meaning of his statement, which covered all aspects, and the topic shifted to the program, no longer dwelling on other matters.
This shows that the other party is still somewhat wary of him. After all, he has been on the Spring Festival Gala and still has some social influence.
"Brother! It's a matter of opinion when it comes to TV shows. What you find pleasant to listen to, others may not; similarly, what you find unpleasant to listen to, others may find pleasant. It's hard to find a balance."
"I just think your show is awful!"
We hadn't even finished singing a song and you already said it was awful. Believe me or not, I'll tell you you're out of your mind, that you have pee in your brain.
"Brother! Since you're here tonight, and it's our small theater's first performance tonight, let's give you face. Tonight, I'll sing whatever you want to hear, no matter how much you want. I'm the lead singer of the Blue Shark Band, singing for you. How about that? It won't make you lose face, will it?"
The lead singer of Laozi, the number one band in China, personally lets you request a song. If you push it any further, you're just not into it.
"You sing whatever I hear?"
"Of course! But there's a condition: if you want Henan Opera, Bangzi Opera, Jingdong Dagu, Errenzhuan, or anything like that, let me make it clear first, I can't sing them, I don't know how!"
"Of course I won't force you. Let me hear a folk song first! I don't want anyone else to sing it, I want to hear something brand new. It shouldn't be too difficult, right?"
This street thug is quite interesting; he even knows folk songs.
The audience at the Songyang Small Theater harbored resentment when their initial performances were disrupted.
But when Liang Liang came out and said he would sing himself, the small theater erupted in cheers, and the atmosphere became lively.
These people clearly understand that those who come to the Songyang Small Theater tonight are making a fortune.
Liang Liang smiled slightly: "It's just listening to new folk songs, right? I guarantee I'll meet your requirements. Listen carefully."
Liang Liang picked up a classical guitar; the song he was about to sing was somewhat melancholic.
You are in the bright sunshine of the South where snow is falling heavily.
In the cold nights of the North, it feels like spring all year round.
If I can make it before dark, I want to forget your eyes.
A dream can never be fully realized in a lifetime.
This is the song "South of the Mountain" that received mixed reviews twenty years later.
Some people say this song is pretentious, affected, and trashy, while others love it to bits.
Liang Liang wasn't very interested in folk songs. He didn't like slow-paced melodies. In his previous life, he didn't like folk songs either, and he hadn't heard many folk songs.
If it weren't for the current situation, he might never have touched folk songs in his life.
South of the mountain, autumn sorrow in the north.
There are haystacks in Nanshan
South wind whispers, North Sea flows north
There are tombstones in Beihai…
Liang Liang finished singing the last verse.
The entire Songyang small theater was completely silent. Everyone was immersed in Liang Liang's singing, and it was only a few seconds after the song ended that they remembered to applaud.
"Brother! Are you satisfied with this folk song? If not, I'll sing another one."
You little brat! I can handle you!
The other party was clearly still not quite understanding, and Liang Liang's question made him hesitate.
"So you're satisfied with this song? What other style of music would you like to hear?"
"Sing me another folk song."
Why is this guy getting involved with folk music?
Liang Liang thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay! No problem!"
Liang Liang began playing the prelude.
It wasn't just the alcohol from last night that brought me to tears.
It's not just your gentleness that makes me reluctant to leave.
How much longer will Yu Lu walk? You're holding my hand.
What makes me feel free is the struggle for whom?
This is a song originally called "Chengdu". Liang Liang changed Chengdu to Songyang and it doesn't feel out of place at all.
If we change Yulin Road inside to Anshan Road in front of the small theater, all traces of being from other places will disappear.
Walk to the end of Anshan Road and sit at the entrance of the small bar.
Let's take a walk together on the streets of Songyang!
It didn't stop until all the lights were turned off...
Before Liang Liang could finish singing, the man stood up and prepared to leave, naturally followed by his underlings.
Why did they leave so suddenly?
I was planning to sing with you for half the night, how come you left after only two songs?
"Brother! Are you leaving? You're welcome to come back to the small theater anytime!"
Liang Liang was considering whether or not to send Ban Ya to collect the money for requesting songs.
Did I sing for nothing?
Just as Liang Liang was thinking this, the older brother turned around and clasped his hands in a fist salute to him.
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