As a dance hall in the 90s, the most attractive thing is the "singing and dancing" that arrives at a certain time every night.

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

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

Originally, tonight's Golden Song was a series of Singaporean and Taiwanese albums. These include "People on the Journey", "The Bird of the Same Name at the End of the World" and "Modern Pretty Family" rehearsed by Ah Mei before, as well as the interludes and theme songs of Taiwanese TV series "Last Night's Stars", "Mimosa" and "One Cut Plum".

The reason is very simple, this is Pan Yu, too close to Hong Kong, many people are tired of listening to Hong Kong songs, just like eating too much fish and meat, and want to eat coarse tea and light rice, so Chow Tai Fu is ready to change everyone's taste and let the singer sing more golden songs of Singapore and Taiwan TV dramas.

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

On the stage, the female singer Ah Mei is singing "A Cut Plum" affectionately---

"Truth is as vast as the prairie

Layers of wind and rain cannot be blocked

There is always a time for the clouds to open and sunrise

The sun shines on you and me......"

Under the stage, some nouveau riche and bigwigs who sat in front of the performance were beating on the table with their rough hands, looking at Ah Mei, who was wearing a sequined dress and dressed up bewitchingly on the stage, and cheered loudly.

There are also some big money, directly beckoning to the waiter next to him, and let him send a large flower basket worth five yuan, ten yuan, thirty yuan, and fifty yuan to express his praise and appreciation for the singer.

"Sending flower baskets" has always been a big way for dance halls to make money.

According to the regulations, the profit is divided between the dance hall and the art troupe, that is to say, the dance hall can only get 25 yuan for the fifty yuan flower basket, and the other 25 yuan is given to the art troupe.

Ah Mei is the pillar of the art troupe, of course, she is very good at singing, not to mention the interaction with the audience on the spot, soon, there are all kinds of flower baskets at her feet, counting no less than fifty or sixty, and most of them are big flower baskets of fifty yuan, so that the dance hall is equal to earning nearly a thousand yuan.

On the stage, an upstart who gave away three 50 large flower baskets in one go, took the stage very arrogantly, saying that he was a super fan of Ah Mei and wanted to sing the song "One Cut Plum" with Ah Mei.

The nouveau riche was a little drunk, holding the microphone, a salty pig hand on Ah Mei's shoulder, spitting a mouth full of wine and Ah Mei sang "A Cut Plum", the rhythm was out of tune, and the pig howled like a pig---

"A cut of cold plums

Standing proudly in the snow

Just for the fragrance of the Yiren

Love what I love without regrets

This is a long-term attention......"

Offstage, a group of audiences with similar qualities to the nouveau riche slapped the table and yelled, making the scene look like killing pigs.

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

At present, the nouveau riche on the stage has already thought about it in his heart, and he has spent almost one hundred and fifteen, if he doesn't even have a kiss, wouldn't it be a big loss?

At this time, the nouveau riche took the opportunity to burp and squint drunk, pretending to be a gentleman and asking the female singer Ah Mei, "What should I do, Miss Ah Mei, do you want to agree to the audience's request first?" I don't care, as long as everyone is happy!" staring at Ah Mei with squinting eyes, licking his fat lips, his dirty demeanor had already betrayed his heart that wanted to rub oil.

Ah Mei saw a lot of this kind of scene, so she stretched out her onion finger, first printed it on her lips, and then printed it on the lips of the nouveau riche, giggling: "It's already kissed, everyone doesn't like it!"

The pig howl sounded again, crackling, and slapping the table---

"Don't count!

"Cheating! We're going to be mouth-to-mouth!"

......

The crazy scene around made Fu Qingqing frown.

At this time, Wang Xiaofeng, the new director who got the news, had already transferred the red wine and red wine glasses for Miss Fu from the bar, and hurriedly ran over with Zeng Xiaohong and other foremen.

These red wines were all shipped from France to Hong Kong, and then specially shipped from Hong Kong, and Pan Yu did not have to sell them; as for the red wine glasses, they were ordered directly from Italy, and the whole of Hong Kong was only used by the Fu family.

Every time Fu Qingqing came here to inspect, it was the boss Mark and the supervisor Diao Jiahua who took turns to serve, but this time Mark went to the hospital, Diao Jiahua was arrested, Song Zhichao and Manager Song didn't know where he hadn't appeared yet, as the newly promoted dance hall director, Wang Xiaofeng had to bite the bullet.

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 I heard that the price could buy more than a dozen cows, and cautiously approached Fu Qingqing, showing the brightest smile and said: "Miss Fu, this is the red wine you have been drinking, how about I pour you a glass?"

Fu Qingqing glanced at him and didn't speak.

Wang Xiaofeng was holding the red wine and was about to pour it into the red wine glass, when his wrist was grabbed, and when he looked up, it was Master Su.

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

Wang Xiaofeng's face turned a little red: "That, I'm the director here now." ”

"Director?ha, without the consent of the eldest lady, no name and no points, you let you be the supervisor? You even dare to pour wine for the eldest lady, do you have the qualifications?"

Wang Xiaofeng felt that his face was hot, especially when there were so many colleagues around, the feeling of being insulted was even stronger.

You must know that he was only promoted for a day, and he encountered such a slap in the face, how could he bear it at a young age.

Master Su wants this effect, he just wants everyone to know that this dance hall is surnamed Fu and not surnamed Zhang, the people arranged by Mark, they can kick every minute.

That's when ---

"This friend, is he so angry, the young man is not sensible, he doesn't know how to be humble, why don't you let me pour Miss Fu a glass of wine to make amends?" As he spoke, one hand was on Master Su's hand, and the other hand was holding the red wine bottle.

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

"Are you a side, and do you have the qualifications?" asked Master Su sharply, feeling that the other party was holding his hand very hard, and he couldn't break free.

"I'm Song Zhichao, the manager of this dance hall--- you say, am I qualified?" Song Zhichao said in a relaxed tone, pressing Shiye Su with one hand to prevent him from moving, and with the other hand, he picked up the red wine bottle and began to pour the red wine calmly.

Master Su's face turned the color of pig liver, but he still couldn't shake Song Zhichao's hand, he held his breath and exerted his strength, looking like a toad that had blown up, but he could only watch Song Zhichao pour wine elegantly.

The rich and fragrant red wine slowly flows down the walls of the red wine glass into the glass, and soon, a quarter is poured.

Let go of Master Su's hand, Master Su rubbed his wrist and panted, and his wrist was about to swell.

Song Zhichao's right index finger and middle finger were separated, and he elegantly held up the red wine glass, gently handed it to Fu Qingqing, and said, "Miss Fu, this cup is an apology wine, I hope you are satisfied." The tone is neither humble nor arrogant, but there is an indescribable free and uninhibited tone.

Fu Qingqing looked at him, and he also looked at Fu Qingqing---

Suddenly, the two looked at each other.