As a dance hall in the 1990s, the most attractive thing is the "heavy song and hot dance" that comes to a certain time every night.

For example, around 10 o'clock in the evening, basically this period is a stage show for the dance hall signing artists.

As Pan Yu's well-known "Rainbow Song and Dance Troupe", the team led by Zhou Dafu is actually very powerful.

The Golden Songs that the art troupe originally prepared for everyone tonight was a series of Singaporean and Taiwan albums. These include the previous rehearsals of Ah Mei, "The Bird of the same name" and "Modern Enemy", as well as the interludes of Taiwanese TV series "Last Night", "Mimosa" and "A Plum Blossom" and other series, and the theme songs.

The reason is very simple. Pan Yu is here. It is too close to Hong Kong. Many people are tired of listening to the songs in Hong Kong. It is like eating too much fish and meat and wanting to have simple meals. So Zhou Dafu is preparing to change his tastes for everyone and let the singers sing more golden songs from Singapore and Taiwan TV series.

I have to say that Zhou Dafu, a fat man, is still very business-minded, and at least knows how to adjust the audience's tastes.

On the stage, female singer A Mei was singing "A Plum" affectionately-

"True love is like a vast grassland

The layers of wind and rain cannot be blocked

There will always be clouds and sunrise

The sun shines brighten you and me…”

Under the stage, some nouveau riche and wealthy people sitting in front of watching the performance were slapped on the table with their hands, watching A Mei wearing a long sequin dress on the stage, and cheering loudly.

Some other wealthy people waved to the waiter next to them, and asked them to give them a large flower basket worth five yuan, ten yuan, thirty yuan, and fifty yuan to express their support and appreciation for the singer.

"Sending a flower basket" has always been a great way to make money in a dance hall.

According to regulations, the profit is 55% of the dance hall and the art troupe. That is to say, the flower basket of 50 yuan can only be distributed to the dance hall for 25 yuan, and the other 25 yuan will be given to the art troupe. As for how much the art troupe will give to the singers, it depends on how they decide.

Amei is the pillar of the art troupe. Of course, she is very good at singing, let alone interacting with the audience on the spot. Soon, her feet were filled with various flower baskets, counting fifty or sixty, and most of them were large flower baskets worth fifty yuan. In this way, the dance hall was equivalent to making nearly a thousand yuan.

On the stage, a nouveau riche who gave three large flower baskets in one go took the stage very arrogantly, saying that he was A Mei's super fan and wanted to sing the song "Yi Jian Mei" with A Mei.

The nouveau riche was a little drunk. He held the microphone and put a salty pig hand on A Mei's shoulder. He spitted out his mouth full of alcohol and sang "Yi Jian Mei" with A Mei. The rhythm was out of tune and the pig howled.

"A cut of cold plum blossoms

Standing proudly in the snow

Just for the fragrance of the woman

Love what I love without regrets

This love is long and I can keep my heart..."

In the audience, a group of audiences with similar qualities as nouveau riche slapped the table and yelled, making the scene look like a pig slaughter.

Some people even shouted loudly: "Kiss one! Kiss one!"

The beauty is currently there, and the nouveau riche on the stage is already thinking about it. Besides, I spent about 150 yuan. If I didn’t even have a kiss, wouldn’t it be a big loss?

At this time, the nouveau riche took the opportunity to burp, squint his drunken eyes, and pretended to be gentlemanly to ask the female singer A Mei, "What should I do, Miss A Mei, should I agree to the audience's request first? I don't care, as long as everyone is happy!" He stared at A Mei with a squinting eyes and licked his thick lips. His dirty behavior had already betrayed his heart that he wanted to take advantage of.

When A Mei saw this scene for too many times, she stretched out her fingers, first printed on her lips, and then printed on the nouveau riche's lips, giggling: "I've kissed you, don't you like it!"

The howling of pigs sounded again, crackling and slapped the table-

"Not counting! Another one!"

"Check! We have to mouth to mouth!"

...

The crazy scenes around made Fu Qingying frown in the audience.

At this time, the new manager Wang Xiaofeng, who received the news, had already transferred out the red wine and wine glasses for Miss Fu from the bar, and hurriedly brought Zeng Xiaohong and a foreman to come over.

These red wines are shipped from France to Hong Kong and then specially shipped from Hong Kong, and Pan Yu has no choice but to sell them; as for the red wine glasses, they are customized directly from Italy, and only the people of the Fu family can use them in the whole of Hong Kong.

Every time Fu Qingying comes here to inspect, the boss Mark and supervisor Diao Jiahua take turns to serve him. But this time Mark went to the hospital and Diao Jiahua was arrested. Manager Song Zhichao and Manager Song didn't know where he had not appeared. As the newly promoted dance hall manager, Wang Xiaofeng had to bite the bullet and take the lead.

Pan Wenbin, Jiang Chao and Zeng Xiaohong stood respectfully on the side. Wang Xiaofeng, as the supervisor, took a deep breath, held the bottle of expensive red wine that could be bought with more than a dozen cows in his hands, and carefully approached Fu Qingying, showed his brightest smile and said, "Ms. Fu, this is the red wine you have been drinking. How about I pour you a glass of it?"

Fu Qingying looked at him without saying a word.

Wang Xiaofeng was holding the red wine and preparing to pour wine into the red wine glass. At this time, his wrist was grabbed. When he looked up, it was Master Su.

Master Su sneered and said in a very contemptuous tone: "Remember, you are just a small foreman."

Wang Xiaofeng's face turned a little red: "That, I am the supervisor here now."

"Supervisor? Hahaha, without the consent of the eldest lady, I have no name or acquitted. I asked you to be the supervisor? I dared to pour wine for the eldest lady. What qualifications are you?" Master Su looked sarcastic.

Wang Xiaofeng felt his skin hot, especially with so many colleagues around him, the feeling of being insulted even stronger.

You know, he was promoted just one day and encountered such a slap in the face. How could he bear it at a young age?

Master Su wants this effect. He wants everyone to know that this dance hall is named Fu but not Zhang. They can kick people arranged by Mark.

Just then—

"Is this friend so angry? A young man is ignorant and does not know the superiority of the people. Why should I give me a glass of wine to Miss Fu to apologize? "As he spoke, he put one hand on Master Su's hand, and the other hand held the red wine bottle.

Master Su looked up and saw a smiling young man, who looked very handsome, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, but his eyes were deep and he didn't look childish. On the contrary, he had an indescribable calmness.

"Are you the next one? What qualifications are you?" Master Su asked sternly, feeling that the other party was holding his hand very hard, and he couldn't even break free.

"I am Song Zhichao, the manager of this dance hall - do you think I am qualified?" Song Zhichao said in a relaxed tone, pressing Master Su with one hand to prevent him from moving, and picking up the red wine bottle with the other hand, and calmly starting to pour the red wine.

Master Su's face turned into a pig's liver, but he still couldn't shake Song Zhichao's hand. He held his breath and tried hard, looking like a toad that had blown, but he could only watch Song Zhichao pour wine gracefully.

The red wine, which exudes a rich fragrance, slowly flows into the cup along the walls of the red wine glass, and soon, one-quarter of it pours out.

He let go of Master Su's hand, and Master Su rubbed his wrist and gasped, his wrist almost swollen.

Song Zhichao's right index finger and middle finger spread apart, and gracefully held up the red wine glass and gently delivered it to Fu Qingying, saying, "Ms. Fu, this glass is an apology wine, I hope you can be satisfied." His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but instead he felt an indescribable and unruly free and unruly.

Fu Qingying looked at him, and he also looked at Fu Qingying-
Chapter completed!