On Bi Sheng's dance troupe's program list, Liang Liang has quite a few songs, with nine songs including two newly rehearsed ones, giving them many more options.
Liang Liang carried the bass guitar onto the stage.
"Finally, it's my turn. This time I don't have to announce other people's songs anymore. Don't worry, everyone. I have a thick skin. Even if you hit me with sticks, I won't leave until I finish singing."
"Get off the stage!" Some girls in the audience actually covered their mouths and cheered.
"What! Get down? Hey lady, I've only just come up here to sing a couple of lines and you're telling me to get down? If I get down now, our troupe leader won't give me any food. So, how about I come to your house for dinner tonight?"
A soft chuckle filled the theater.
"I want to know how many people listen to my songs? Raise your hand if you have, okay?"
There was a forest of raised arms in the theater; it's estimated that about a third of the people there had heard Liang Liang's songs.
"So, does that mean everyone who's heard my songs remembers them?"
"Remember!"
"Alright! Tonight we're going to do something different with our performance. Just shout out what songs you want me to sing, and I'll sing whatever you want. But you can only choose five songs."
"Why can you only choose five songs? Don't you usually sing six or seven songs?" someone questioned.
"Because I also have two new songs to perform for you tonight, you can only choose five songs."
This is good news for the audience.
This approach intrigued the audience, who eagerly joined in, each offering their own perspective.
"I want to hear the sky."
"I'm not a bad kid."
"The moment of awakening!"
They had everything you could want to hear, and they recited almost all the songs Liang Liang had ever sung.
Liang Liang realized that there were too many people talking at once, and there was no reliable information.
That won't do. You say your piece and he says his, so let him listen to whoever he wants to listen to.
The old saying "too many people, too much chaos, too much drought" is absolutely true.
"This is getting a bit chaotic! How about I read out a song, and if there are a lot of people who say yes, then we'll sing it, okay?"
"good!"
"How about we sing 'Blue Lotus' for our first song?"
"Blue Lotus! Great!"
"How about we sing 'My Lover' after 'Blue Lotus'?"
"good!"
Liang Liang used this method to arrange the songs she was going to sing next.
After finishing "Blue Lotus", Liangliang immediately followed up with "Lover and Comrade", "When Dreams Awaken", "I'm Not a Bad Kid" and "Stars and Lights".
After Liang Liang finished singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," she picked up the microphone.
"Now that we've finished singing the old songs, I'm going to sing two new songs, two songs that no one has ever heard before. The first song is called 'The Rain Keeps Falling,' which I dedicate to all the friends who are here today."
Zhang Yu and Zhang Ling sat together; they had become acquainted by now.
Upon learning that Zhang Yu was Zhao Xiaoqiao's guitar teacher, Zhang Ling's interest was piqued, and she decided to use her spare time to learn guitar in the future.
"Since you're classmates with Zhao Xiaoqiao, why don't you learn guitar from his godbrother? His godbrother is an amazing guitarist."
"I want to lay a foundation first, and then we can talk about it after I've mastered the basics."
"My own skill level is limited, so even if I teach you, I can't teach you much. I actually play the piano, but the leaders of our cultural center insisted on having me teach guitar. It's unbelievable."
"Have you two finished talking? Did you come here to watch the song and dance or to chat? My sworn brother is singing a new song."
Zhao Xiaoqiao and Zhang Ling have both heard Liang Liang's two new songs, but Zhang Yu has not.
Not only had she never heard these two new songs, she had never even heard any of Liang Liang's previous songs.
Liang Liang's singing greatly impressed her; she never imagined that some songs could be sung in such a way.
Stop struggling for her.
Stop worrying about her.
From now on, regardless of who she loves or doesn't love...
Happiness is entirely up to her…
As expected, the song was met with thunderous applause once again.
Liang Hongyu and the people from the cultural department of Landi City sat in the middle of the first row, and Liang Hongyu kept introducing his godson to the people from the cultural department.
She wanted to get Liang Liang a job in the cultural department of Landi City. If such a talented person really came to Landi City, he would definitely take the cultural undertakings of Landi City to a new level.
Unfortunately, Liang Liang is not from Landi City, is a farmer, and is too young.
Her wish was destined to be nothing more than a reflection of the moon in a well or a flower in water.
After figuring out these situations, the cultural department of Landi City immediately shook its head.
After singing "The Rain Keeps Falling," Liang Liang sang the last song of the evening, "Wanderer's Love Song," which naturally brought another wave of impact.
The atmosphere remained enthusiastic even after the song ended.
Even after Liang Liang announced the end of the concert, the audience members remained seated and refused to leave.
It took Liang Liang a lot of persuasion to convince these people to leave.
The dance troupe's experiment in the theater this time can no longer be described as a success; it was a resounding success.
1,100 retail tickets sold for 5,485 yuan, and 400 group tickets brought in 1,600 yuan.
It grossed a total of 7,000 yuan at the box office.
After deducting venue rental and taxes, the dance troupe still had a profit of nearly five thousand yuan.
This is equivalent to the profit from six or seven shows they put on in the greenhouse.
Money is only one aspect; experience is the most valuable. With the experience gained from this performance, going to the next city and then to a movie theater will be a breeze.
Because of the afternoon performance, the dance troupe did not have a performance scheduled for the evening, and everyone was given a day off.
Mu Shuihua gave each employee a bonus of fifty yuan, and everyone was overjoyed.
This is basically equivalent to their weekly wage.
Liang Liang is gone.
He was also the investor in this performance at the cinema, so while he received a share of the profits, he didn't receive a bonus.
It's not that he didn't get a share of the bonus, it's just that he didn't want it.
After deducting the bonuses paid to employees, he received a profit share of 1,200 yuan according to the pre-agreed profit-sharing ratio.
He essentially got 1,200 yuan for free without spending a single penny in cash.
"How about we continue to split the profits this way when we perform at theaters and cinemas in the future?" Mu Shuihua said with a smile.
Liang Liang shook his head.
Mu Shuihua was momentarily stunned, but wisely remained silent.
"This time you were hesitant, so I'll help you build your confidence. Next time I won't get involved. The troupe is yours; I'll just take advantage of this one time."
Mu Shuihua was very satisfied with Liang Liang's answer. Although she was quite open-minded, it was still painful for her to spend so much real money.
Is this a good idea?
"What's wrong with that? As long as you two make money and treat us well, that's enough. Money is just an external thing."
"Since that's the case, it would be pretentious for me to say anything more. Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly."
Liang Liang currently has over 1,700 yuan in cash.
Of that, 1200 is a bonus, 280 is the monthly salary, and the remaining 200 is a performance bonus.
The meals were paid for by the government, and he neither smoked nor drank. Apart from buying two summer clothes, he left the rest of the money untouched.
I'll mail this money home tomorrow to put my parents' minds at ease.
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