"Mr. Liu! This won't do. We get a 3,000 yuan appearance fee for singing four songs. You're going to add 500 yuan for three more songs? You're taking advantage of the fact that I didn't go to college. Even beggars aren't treated like this."
"Young comrade! Don't be petty when making revolution. Be a good young man who embodies the Five Stresses and Four Beauties."
Stop giving me this useless talk.
"Okay! Mr. Liu! We'll do it your way. I'm aware of that. But if the Blue Shark Band loses its performance and things get chaotic, don't come looking for me. I can't perform alone."
Liu Wen scratched his head: "You guys are a real headache. All you care about is money. That's not a good habit. How about this, I'll give you another five hundred, or a thousand more. Is that alright?"
Adding a thousand is still a bit less, but it makes me feel a little more at peace. One shouldn't be greedy; one should know when to stop.
“This time we’ll do it your way. If they don’t perform, I’ll perform on stage myself. That way, I’ll keep all the money. Do you think that’s okay?”
Someone took the blame again and then went back to tell the band the results of their bargaining.
Back in the band's room, they were surprised to find Xiao Yu and Han Chui blaming each other like a pair of fighting cocks.
"Why did you come back instead of staying in the hospital? Go back right now!"
"Is it any of your business?"
How can I not control you?
"Why do you have the right to tell me what to do? You're not my girlfriend!"
Liang Liang was exhausted: "What's wrong with you two? Can't we sit down calmly and slap each other twice?"
Liu Yuyong reached out and rubbed his face hard; he couldn't stand Liang Liang's frequent gaffes.
"Han Chui! Wang Fan is better and you've already run back? Are you worried about your money? You're so petty!" Liang Liang threw a stack of bills into his hand.
Han Chui's face immediately turned into a chrysanthemum, and he counted money with saliva dripping down his face.
"How could it be for money? Am I that kind of person?"
Xiao Yu immediately showed a look of disgust.
What they say doesn't match!
How is Wang Fan?
"The doctor said he can be discharged tomorrow morning."
Wang Fan will be back tomorrow, and Luo Lin can perform for him for one more night.
"Since you're all here, even though Wang Fan hasn't returned yet, I still need to discuss something with you."
Han Chui, Xiao Yu, and Liu Yuyong then surrounded Liang Liang.
"You've all seen Luo Ge's skills. Here's my idea: before we leave Hainan, I'd like to keep him in the band. Does anyone have any objections?"
“We have no objections!” Liu Yuyong spoke first.
He was the oldest member of the band, so his words represented the attitude of the other members.
“Since everyone agrees, let me address the second point. Why am I doing this? Brother Luo is a good person. His band disbanded and he's currently unemployed, struggling to make ends meet. If he hadn't met us, his life or death wouldn't have mattered to us. But meeting him is fate. By keeping him in the band and giving him an income, we're essentially giving him a helping hand. It will also provide a place for us to stay when we perform in Urumqi in the future.”
"Go to Urumqi? Why would you go to Urumqi?" Han Chui was the first to realize.
Pshaw! You spoke without thinking, you let something slip.
"I misspoke. I meant that when he performs in the city where he is, he will have a place to stay."
"You mean he'll leave Hainan in the future?"
Han Chui is really asking for a beating. Would it kill him to pretend to be mute?
"But where will we find him after we leave Hainan?"
This time, Xiao Yu is the one who deserves a beating.
“He’ll be a famous figure in the future, do you believe it? We’ll naturally find him then. Actually, I have another reason for keeping him here. There’s going to be a singing competition in Haikou, you heard about it last night. Last night, Da Huajiao and I saw the notice at the entrance of Guozhong Dance Hall. It’s co-organized by a construction company called Tengfei or Tengda and Guozhong Dance Hall. Brother Luo used to perform there, so he’s quite familiar with the people there.”
"Hoping he'll pull strings? He doesn't seem like that kind of person." Han Chui wasn't going to let his mouth shut.
"Who said we should ask him for favors? We're going to participate in this song competition. The first prize is 80,000 yuan. If we win the first prize, everyone, including Brother Luo, will get 13,000 yuan."
Upon hearing Qian Hanchui's name, his eyes immediately widened.
"Xiao Liang! What do you suggest we do?"
"Tomorrow is the day when registration for this competition begins. Go and register tomorrow, and register under the name of the Blue Shark Band."
What happens after you register?
"The rules of this song competition are a bit strange. It's just that as long as it sounds good, that's all that matters. How do you judge that?"
The group stared at each other, wide-eyed.
This standard is indeed vague. What makes something sound good? What makes something sound bad?
You might think it sounds nice, but others might find it awful.
"If we're just talking about skill, and we compete fairly, winning first place shouldn't be a problem. But if there's any behind-the-scenes manipulation involved, then we need to find a backer, and that backer is the National Middle School Dance Hall."
The National Chung Chung Dance City is one of the organizers, so it's definitely a major backer.
How can we rely on them?
“Brother Luo is familiar with them. Tell him to go to the owner of the Guozhong Dance Hall and tell him we want to rent his venue for a concert this afternoon. I’ve been to Guozhong Dance Hall before. It can seat five or six hundred people, and selling a show for five or six thousand dollars is no problem.”
It costs the same as the ticket price for the National Central Song and Dance Theater, ten yuan per ticket.
Liang Liang felt that selling 500 tickets was not a difficult task.
"We'll split the concert revenue 50/50 with the junior high school dance hall. Do you think they'd be willing?"
"Of course they'd be willing to make money; otherwise, that place would just sit idle during the day."
"If the owner of the Guozhong Dance Hall sees that we can bring him substantial profits, he might let us perform there. That way, we'd be part of the Guozhong Dance Hall family! By participating in this singing competition, we'd be representing Guozhong Dance Hall. We're not trying to take advantage; having this status will prevent us from being unfairly targeted. We're relying on our own abilities, which will greatly increase our chances of winning the 80,000 yuan prize."
Han Chui looked at Liang Liang: "You've thought that far ahead?"
"Did you understand my plan?"
"I understand!"
"After tonight's performance, our band's reputation in Haikou will expand further, so holding a small concert at the Guozhong Dance Hall is perfectly feasible. Tomorrow afternoon, Han Chui, you and Luo Lin should go to the Guozhong Dance Hall to discuss the collaboration. Luo Lin isn't very good at talking, so you'll have to be the one to persuade him."
Han Chui patted his chest and said, "With me here, you can rest assured!"
Xiao Yu curled her lip: "You're bragging again!"
The registration period for this song competition is two days.
The competition will then be held at the Junior High School Dance Hall, and it will probably last for about a week.
Liang Liang calculated the time; they would have to stay in Haikou for at least another ten days.
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