When everyone saw the money on the table, they couldn't help but look angry.
This costs at least 10,000 yuan. One hundred yuan for singing a song here is already sky-high. Even at this price, you have to sing 100 songs, which can tire people to death.
Hu Bingqing naturally understands this truth, and the reason why she came here to sing today is not to make money, but to sing about her life in the past two years, to commemorate the gloomy life of these two years, and then move towards tomorrow.
She will definitely still sing in the future, but she will never sell her singing voice for cheap like she does now.
Therefore, Hu Bingqing ignored the other party at all, handed the microphone to the singer behind him, and was about to leave.
However, as soon as she reached the steps, those people came over and blocked her. They all laughed and said, "Beauty, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Our brother Hao ordered the song, so what? Are you looking down on our brother Hao?"
"That's right, we heard your singing voice, beauty, all the way away. It's so beautiful, but we haven't heard enough."
"Tsk, tsk, I really didn't expect that you used to cover your face when singing. I thought you were ugly, but I didn't expect you are also a beautiful woman."
"Hurry back to the stage and sing well for our Brother Hao. As long as you sing well and satisfy Brother Hao, you will not be short of money."
At this time, Brother Hao, whom they called Brother Hao, came over and stared at Hu Bingqing with a smile: "Sister Bingqing, long time no see. Your face has been cured. Why don't you tell me so that I can celebrate for you."
"What? Brother Hao knows her?"
"I asked, Brother Hao, why is his goal so clear? His relationship is that of an acquaintance?"
"I remembered. I heard Brother Hao say before that the daughter of a teacher in their art troupe was the campus beauty of Jiang University. Unfortunately, she was disfigured. Could it be her?"
"Disfigured? It doesn't look like it. Isn't it quite beautiful? It makes me feel itchy when I look at it."
"You are looking for death, she is the girl that Brother Hao likes."
"Beauty, since you are an acquaintance with our brother Hao, you don't have to sing this song, but you have to drink with our brother Hao and make him happy. Money is not an issue!"
"Yes, yes, drinking is much more interesting than singing."
These gangsters hang out with Brother Hao all day long, they are very good at assisting, and they immediately joined in.
They blocked the steps of the stage and shouted unscrupulously, which suddenly destroyed the harmonious atmosphere. Many guests who were listening to the song showed dissatisfaction.
However, no one dares to come forward to take care of this kind of thing. This is a public place, in public, and they dare to be so arrogant. There must be a background, and it is not something ordinary people can mess with.
Chen Feng took a sip of beer and took a bite of meat skewers, but his eyes always fell on Hu Bingqing, and he naturally saw what happened in front of him.
His eyes were cold, but there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, but when people saw this smile, they would only feel endless chills in their hearts.
Hu Bingqing didn't have any good impression of this person and said coldly.
"Why doesn't it matter? We went to elementary school together after all, right? Besides, your dad works for my dad. He is currently hospitalized. Whether he can get the group's subsidy in the future is all a matter of my dad's word."
Zhang Zihao said proudly, as if he was sure of Hu Bingqing.
"Shameless!"
Hu Bingqing looked at him coldly and said two words.
When she saw that the other party was preventing her from leaving, she turned around and planned to leave from the other side.
At this time, a middle-aged woman in formal clothes came over, quickly grabbed Hu Bingqing, and said kindly: "Bingqing, since this gentleman asked you to sing, just sing a few songs. There are so many people."
Well, don’t make it unpleasant."
"Aunt Tang, it's not that I don't want to sing, but they are clearly here to cause trouble. If I really want to sing, they will definitely make more extreme demands."
Hu Bingqing said helplessly.
The middle-aged woman in front of her is the person in charge of the stage, Aunt Tang. She used to take good care of her. She came to persuade her because she was worried that the matter would get bigger. After all, she got very little commission from the singer, mainly with the night market stall owners.
Cooperate and earn some drink money.
People like Zhang Zihao are not easy to mess with at first glance. If a fight breaks out, everyone will be affected.
Hu Bingqing didn't want to embarrass Aunt Tang. Since she had said so, she had no choice but to nod: "Okay, I will only sing one song to thank the friends here for their support. However, I will not sing here again in the future, and
, Zhang Zihao, I will not accept your money!"
After that, she returned to the stage again, and the singer behind her quickly returned the microphone to her.
Hu Bingqing herself is very good at singing. In the past, she covered her face so that others could not see her face. They just thought her figure was great, so many people still supported her.
Now that she has revealed her face, it has put even more pressure on other singers.
Although they sell singing, many customers also pay based on their reputation. For example, Hu Bingqing only sang three songs today, and the money given by customers alone was thousands. This is one of the countless people in Jiangcheng.
monthly salary.
However, they all knew that Hu Bingqing came to sing for the last time today, so they didn't feel much jealousy in their hearts, but more of a sense of relief.
If someone with such incredible looks and better singing skills competed with them every day, it would really be impossible for people to survive.
However, Hu Bingqing's words made Zhang Zihao unhappy. He said with a straight face and dissatisfaction: "Sister Bingqing, what do you mean by this? Do you look down on me, Zhang Zihao? Or do you think my money is dirty?"
Hu Bingqing was about to explain when suddenly, an unruly voice rang out.
"No one knows whether your money is dirty or not, but it's true that she looks down on you. If you want to show off your wealth, why don't you get more money? Why don't you send ten or twenty thousand to a beggar?"
"Damn it, who is so fierce and dares to attack Brother Hao in public? Can't he see that there are so many people like Brother Hao?"
"Others are not blind, so since they dare to speak, they must have someone to rely on."
The surrounding customers quickly looked over and saw an unusually handsome man with an extraordinary temperament sitting in an inconspicuous corner of the night market stall.
What he said just now was what he said. When they saw him for the first time, many women felt their hearts beating wildly. Even the older young women felt like a young girl was pregnant.
As for the men, they all looked as if they were facing a powerful enemy, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.
The man sitting in the corner was so dazzling, as hot as the sun in the dark. If he hadn't been sitting in the corner and kept silent, others would have noticed him long ago.
And now he suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention, including Hu Bingqing on the stage, Zhang Zihao and others in the audience.