"What kind of shows do you perform?" another girl asked.
This girl isn't wearing glasses, so why does she have bad eyesight?
It's all clearly written on the flyer, is this also a way to strike up a conversation?
"Our song and dance troupe's performance is absolutely fantastic; I guarantee you've never seen such a wonderful show before."
"I know! It's just like an old woman praising her own wares!"
"What do you mean by self-praise? Look, this is our program list for the performance. Some of the acts on this list are ones you've never even heard of before."
After Liang Liang explained it this way, the girls started to study the program schedule.
"I've heard of some of these shows, but there are definitely some I haven't seen. What show is this one about blue lotuses, the sky, and blood burning in a crazy love story?"
"And another thing, what kind of program is this, 'Northeasterners are all living Lei Fengs'?"
"Is 'The Rain Keeps Falling' and 'Wanderer's Love Song' any good?"
What is the ghost dance?
The girls chattered on, bombarding the room with a barrage of questions.
Liang Liang patiently explained.
"These are all the latest songs you asked about, all created by our dance troupe ourselves, really! They've never been seen on the market before. As for the ghost dance, it's a brand new style of dance, which we also created."
"Young man! Your family must have raised cattle before, the kind that could fly."
This girl speaks with a strong literary flair, and her insults are always indirect and roundabout.
To prove that her family hadn't used to raise cattle, Liang Liang performed a ghost dance on an open space next to the park.
Although there was no music accompaniment, Liang Liang still danced with great skill and rhythm, and several girls clapped after she finished.
"This dance is so interesting, so much fun!"
"It's quite amusing how you scurry around on the ground like a mouse."
"Hey sister, are you a poet? Are you praising someone or insulting them? You've combined praise and insult together, it's really artistic."
The bespectacled, artsy young woman smiled slightly.
"We not only have ghost dance, but also other trendy song and dance performances. Our show starts at 7 p.m. Come and check it out. I guarantee you'll be so excited you won't be able to sleep all night."
The girls made polite remarks that they would go and check it out that evening, and then left with the flyers.
I don't expect them all to go. If one out of every four or five people who take the flyer actually walks into the greenhouse, then the greenhouse's capacity is simply not enough to accommodate them all.
Now Liang Liang only has one flyer left in his hand, which flutters like a lonely flag in his palm.
A somewhat haggard-looking man in his thirties walked past Liang Liang.
The man was carrying a plastic bag containing several packets of instant noodles. He didn't seem to be in good spirits and appeared somewhat dazed.
"Brother! Want to see a song and dance performance?" Liang Liang suddenly blurted out on the street, startling the man.
The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks: "What kind of song and dance performance are you looking for?"
Liang Liang immediately stuffed the last flyer into the man's hand, then pointed to the tent in the park: "Our Bisheng Dance Troupe will be performing here tonight. Our songs and dances are the most cutting-edge in the world. Welcome, brother, to come and support us. Tickets are only four yuan each!"
When you arrive in a city as big as Lianwan, the ticket price for the canopy will naturally not be three yuan a ticket. That would make us look down on such a big city. It has to be increased by one yuan.
"Okay! Got it."
The man casually stuffed the flyer into his pocket and hurried away, crossing the street and entering a shop on the opposite commercial street.
The store looked rather old from the outside, and even a piece of the lettering on the signboard was missing.
Originally, it should have been called Haiyun Dance Hall, but for some reason the three-dot radical of the character "Hai" in "Haiyun" was missing, so the dance hall's name became Meiyun Dance Hall.
Whether it's bad luck or just plain bad luck, it's no wonder his nightclub business is struggling.
Liang Liang shook his head.
As soon as Zheng Tuo entered the dance hall, he felt a little heavy-hearted.
He is the owner of this sea-going cabaret, but now he has mixed feelings about the cabaret.
This nightclub not only lost him over 100,000 yuan, but also his wife.
Because of poor business performance, his wife disappeared without a trace, following a wealthy man.
Now she's all alone in the dance hall.
The lease for this nightclub will expire in four months. If he can sell the nightclub to someone else within these four months, he can recoup some of his losses. If he can't sell it, he will lose everything.
The "For Sale" notice in front of the nightclub has been posted for over a month, but no one has come to inquire. It seems that the nightclub is not going to be sold.
He made some money from trading seafood and then borrowed tens of thousands of yuan to open this dance hall.
Initially, the nightclub was doing quite well; even if it didn't make much money, it at least didn't lose money.
But ever since his wife ran off with someone else, he seemed to have lost his spirit, and the business of the nightclub went downhill. Then, because he offended a powerful person in Wanzhou District, the place was vandalized, and the nightclub was completely shut down.
Zheng Tuo sighed, lay down on the bed in the inner bedroom, and fell asleep, sleeping until after five o'clock.
Logically, the dance hall should have been preparing to open for business at this time, but after waking up, Zheng Tuo did not make preparations for opening. Instead, he cooked a bag of instant noodles to fill his stomach and then sat in front of the TV in a daze.
The nightclub has been closed for half a month. All the waiters and staff have been dismissed, and now he's the only one left. Even if he wanted to open it, he couldn't manage it.
He has gotten used to this lifestyle over the past two weeks, and the few groups he has left are only enough to support his diet of instant noodles.
When he craved a cigarette, he reached into his pocket to take out a cigarette and pulled out the sheet he was wearing.
Zheng Tuo held the flyer, staring at the black and white picture on it for a long time.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly had an urge to go see a song and dance performance.
Although spending ten yuan to see a movie is a bit painful for him now, he just can't suppress the impulse in his heart.
Zheng Tuo stood up from the sofa, turned off the TV, and locked the door of the dance hall.
The troupe's loudspeakers had already started playing energetic songs, and the powerful vocals could be heard from afar.
The city parks are quite crowded in the evening. Many people take their families for a stroll after dinner, especially now that it is the height of summer, there are even more people out for a walk after six o'clock.
Even if Bi Sheng's dance troupe doesn't distribute flyers during the day, there will still be a lot of people gathering outside their tent at night.
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