Although Xu Mei is the youngest, she is about 1.65 meters tall, almost the same height as Xiao Qian and Xiao Yao.
This red down jacket comes with a hood, which has a white faux fur brim and looks very nice.
The three people were wearing down jackets of the same color and style. With the hoods pulled up, three faces surrounded by white faux fur trim were revealed, making them look like triplets.
This time, no one recognized them.
Many people in the commercial world recognized Xiaoqian and Xiaoyao. Although no one surrounded them for autographs, they looked at them like they were gorillas in a zoo.
Xiaoyao first saw this dress in a boutique, but when she asked the price, which was over three hundred yuan, she immediately lost interest.
Liang Liang shook his head when he saw this.
Although Xiaoqian and Xiaoyao had a rather ambiguous relationship with him, they never asked him for anything.
Liang Liang then went to inquire about the price.
"If you can sell and still have stock, I'll buy three for 500 yuan. No bargaining. If you sell, we'll get the stock; if not, we'll leave."
If you buy one for Xiaoyao, then Xiaoqian should get one too. And with Xu Mei watching from the side, how can you not buy one for her as well?
Liang Liang bought three down jackets for 500 yuan.
The three girls put them on right then and there and didn't take them off.
After visiting the World Trade Center, we went to the Joint Venture Department Store. By the time we finished our rounds, it was almost dark.
After having dinner at the Oriental Hotel, they went to the Oriental Ballroom.
Around 5 o'clock, the Oriental Dance Hall officially opened for business.
The tickets, which cost ten yuan, were half price for the first three days of the opening, so by around seven o'clock, four or five hundred people had flooded into the dance hall.
On the first day of business, Qin Wenju naturally had to be present to oversee things. Although he appeared calm on the outside, he was actually quite nervous inside.
When she saw so many guests, her heart finally settled down, and she was so happy that her face contorted with joy, like a chrysanthemum in September.
By around 7:30, the dance hall, which can accommodate 700 people upstairs and downstairs, was already full.
There were no seats left, and they couldn't sell standing tickets, so they stopped letting people in.
In winter, the mainstream consumption at nightclubs is to have a few drinks and snacks, order a few songs, or sing a few songs on stage.
The song requests tonight were also very interesting; almost all of them were by the band Ocean Waves. Ocean Waves must have been quite busy with all that.
However, most of the requests were song requests, and there weren't many tips.
Although they came without expecting any payment, Qin Wenju said that tonight, the money from song requests and tips from the band would all go to the band themselves, without the nightclub taking a single penny.
Even if it's their own song, if there's no competition, it only costs five yuan to request a song, which is really nothing for the worldly-wise Sea Waves band.
Their only hope was tips, but unfortunately, the consumer base in small cities is low-end. So far, after working hard for half a day, they haven't received more than 50 yuan in tips.
Finally, they performed their closing song, "Don't Be Lonely".
The song received a substantial amount of donations immediately upon its release.
One boss donated 300 yuan as a tip.
Finally, I saw a decent amount of money.
Although the Sea Waves Band was not idle, they did not hog the microphone. They also sang some songs by the Red Cliff Band. On the contrary, the Blue Shark Band was deserted, and no one requested any of their songs.
"If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have come. It would have been so much better to stay at home!" Liu Yuyong complained.
"Isn't it better if no one requests songs? It'll be more peaceful." Xiao Yu's mindset was unusually calm, and she wasn't anxious at all.
They're a band that's seen it all, so they don't really care whether the nightclubs in this small city accept song requests or not.
The Sea Waves Band has already sung "Don't Be Lonely" three times, and finally someone requested the Red Cliff Band's "Blue Lotus," so they can finally get a break.
When Lanzhi returned backstage, she saw the Blue Shark band members lying on the sofa looking utterly hopeless. Suddenly, she burst into laughter as if she had gone mad.
"Blue Shark Band! You've finally met your match, you scoundrels!"
"That's right! In Xiao Liang's words, the Blue Shark Band, who are always loved by everyone and whose popularity is so great that even cars get flat tires just by seeing them, haven't even opened for business today. What a joke!" Zhang Hua chimed in, joining in the fun.
"How about we dedicate a song to you? You can go up there and show your faces to open up the market, how about that?" Lan Zhi offered a bad idea, putting on a very enthusiastic face.
"Go away! We're already upset, don't join in the fun, it's annoying!" Han Chui was probably the most uneasy person in the Blue Shark band.
He bought a pair of cotton army-style crocheted shoes today for over two hundred yuan. He has to earn back that two hundred yuan.
But if no one requests songs, where will we make money?
Liang Liang just chuckled.
He hadn't expected things to turn out this way. The Blue Shark band hadn't performed during the day because they were planning to use them as a surprise weapon at night, but no one paid any attention to them.
The secret weapon failed to fire.
However, he didn't take it seriously; it seemed like it was alright if it went silent.
Even Ming Hongling, who is usually taciturn, was all smiles.
"Xiao Liang! Why don't we go back to sleep? Look at these guys, they're laughing like they've gotten their revenge." Han Chui suggested helplessly.
"That's a good idea. Let's sit a little longer. If no one is looking for us by 10 o'clock, we'll go home and sleep."
In his previous life, Cui Jian had a song with lyrics that went something like this: It's not that I don't understand, it's just that the world changes so fast.
The world is indeed changing quite fast.
Just as Han Chui was suggesting they go back to sleep, a round-faced waiter from the Oriental Dance Hall said with a smile, "We're coming from backstage."
"Blue Shark Band! Someone requested your song 'No Place to Hide'."
Here it is.
Han Chui stood up abruptly: "Look! Gold will shine sooner or later, and now it's our turn."
Liang Liang got angry as soon as he saw Han Chui wagging his tail: "What's so great about a song request that costs five yuan?"
The waiter didn't mention how much it would cost to order a song, so it was just a regular song order.
Today, all purchases at the Oriental Dance Hall are half price, so ordering a song only costs five yuan. Is it really necessary to be so happy about that?
But Han Chui's explanation was different: "Five yuan for a song request may not be much, but this person requested 'No Place to Hide'! Think about it! Once this song is finished, it will definitely be a hit. The money in tips will come like snowflakes. Even if each person gives five or fifty yuan on average, there are more than 700 people in this factory. How much money is that?"
On average, each person tipped 50?!
This guy really dares to think outside the box; his imagination is so wild it's almost as big as a black hole.
There are over 700 people in this venue. If each person gives a tip of 50 yuan, that's 35,000 yuan.
What kind of pipe dream is this?
Although five yuan is a small amount, we have to serve it when the customer orders it; that's professional ethics.
Liang Liang stood up: "Guys! Wake up! It's time to go on stage!"
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