Zheng Mingming is a money addict, so he immediately rushed to the bed and started counting: "Five yuan, ten yuan, fifty yuan... one hundred and thirty-five!!"
Chen Guodong was also stunned. He didn't expect that by singing a dozen songs in one night, he could earn two or three months' salary of others.
Su Nuo said calmly: "You have to learn how to arouse the atmosphere of the audience. It is best to get everyone to request more songs. The song request fee is calculated separately."
Zheng Mingming was stunned, counting on his fingers: "A song costs five yuan, and we can get two and a half yuan. If we sing twenty more songs in one night, it will be an extra fifty yuan."
"That's right." Su Nuo clapped his hands and said, "If the audience likes you, all the reward money will be given to you. In addition, we have negotiated with the manager that we can get an extra commission on the drinks or fruit plates that the guests order for us. There are also flowers, gifts, etc., we all make money.”
Chen Guodong listened for a long time and frowned: "Then how much income will we make in one night?"
"Today is the least." Su Nuo raised his eyebrows and said, "We make money based on our ability. How much we can earn depends on our personal style and popularity."
Chen Guodong and Zheng Mingming took a breath at the same time. They didn't dare to think about it anymore. They thought they were dreaming.
"It's getting late, everyone, go to bed early. Sleep until you wake up naturally tomorrow. If you want to go out and play, come to me to get the guide, but you still have to come back on time and not affect the evening performance."
After saying that, Suno put the money away and went to wash up.
When Su Nuo came back and lay down, Zheng Mingming knocked on the edge of her bed: "Xiao Nuo, are we going back to celebrate the New Year?"
"Do you want to stay?" Su Nuo smiled, and Zheng Mingming's eyes could be seen shining in the darkness.
"Yeah." Zheng Mingming nodded: "Singing seems to be more profitable than opening a small supermarket."
"It has a different meaning." Su Nuo smiled: "If you open a small supermarket into a large supermarket, and then turn it into a chain, you are an entrepreneur. From singing in bars to music stages, to singing in movies and TV shows, you are a star. All of them. To make money, it depends on which path you want to choose.”
"Oh." Zheng Mingming's voice weakened, as if he was thinking about it by himself while holding the quilt.
"Obviously." Su Nuo called her again: "Don't be too conceited! You still have a long way to go. But if you want to be famous, I will try my best to package you and let you get on the real stage."
Su Nuo also liked the way Zheng Mingming sparkled on stage.
Some people seem to be born just for the stage. Even if she has no professional training, even if she is not that stunning in appearance, and even if her figure is not very good-looking, she will look stylish as soon as she takes the stage.
"Let's wait until I graduate." Zheng Mingming whispered, burying his head in the quilt, "I still listen to you."
"Okay." Su Nuo reached over, found Zheng Mingming's hand, and shook it with her.
After a while, Zheng Mingming fell asleep. Occasionally, you can still hear her whispering in her sleep.
Su Nuo was also tired, and when she was about to fall asleep, her cousin Min Yanchun called her softly.
"Huh?" Su Nuo responded with a nasal voice and closed his eyes.
"Is there anything else I can do to help you?" Min Yanchun said in a low voice, "I seem to be here to cause you trouble, and I can't do anything."
"You can help us count the money." Su Nuo smiled softly: "Actually, cousin, I feel at ease when you are here. And I really have something to arrange for you to do. You will be busy in a few days. "
(End of chapter)