"There are also Latin dances such as rumba, cha-cha, samba, cowboy dance, bullfight dance, jazz dance, ballet, tap dance, and even street dance."
444 was a little stunned: Isn’t this a little too trendy
“Oh, aren’t those young men and women, and students, shouting about new ideas every day
Are we advocating free love and free marriage every day, and competing with each other in dressing up every day? "
Su Qiao didn't think this was difficult to accept. At times like this, people would probably accept new things the fastest.
Many people are actually just blindly following the trend.
For example, when it comes to cohabitation, most people still find it somewhat unacceptable.
But in order to show that they have advanced ideas and are modern men and women, they consciously ignore the concerns in their hearts.
Su Qiao is confident that as long as people accept these new trendy dances, they will soon become popular.
Moreover, waltz, tango, foxtrot and blues have become an indispensable entertainment activity in various entertainment venues and high-end gatherings.
What she wanted to teach was just to increase the difficulty of these simple ballroom dances, and to make them more gorgeous, graceful, cool, etc.
After hearing this, 444 also thought it was feasible.
Anyway, even if I don’t make much money, it’s not a big deal.
Then let's open it! Anyway, it won't cost many silver dollars, and now we have a place to make money, so we don't have to worry about not having money to spend.
That's how it's settled.
Su Qiao raised his hand and hailed a rickshaw over.
"Go to Renhua Apartment!"
Su Qiao told the driver the address and got in the car.
The rickshaw driver was a man in his thirties, with an excited look on his face: "Okay, Miss Suman, take a seat!"
Su Qiao looked at him strangely.
What is this master so excited about
Forget it, maybe there’s some happy event at home!
Just as the car was about to leave, a man in a black Zhongshan suit and a crew cut came over.
"Wait, is this Miss Suman?"
"It's me." Su Qiao looked at him curiously.
She shouldn't know him.
"Who are you… ?"
An Jin bowed slightly politely and gestured for her to get out of the car: "I'm An Jin, my second master wants to invite you over to talk."
Su Qiao was a little suspicious.
Second Master
It can’t be…
Su Qiao looked back reflexively.
A black Ford was parked at the gate of the courtyard.
When she came out just now, it seemed that there was not any there yet.
444 scanned the courtyard house rented for filming and felt a little disappointed.
I was chatting so enthusiastically just now that I didn't even notice when Du Jingzhou entered the courtyard.
Host, your man is here.
Speaking of him, Su Qiao now has a headache.
The original body's wish was to escape from the confinement of this man, Du Jingzhou.
In other words, she had to stay away from this man.
What a fucking wish.
Seeing that she didn't move, An Jin hurriedly said, "Miss Su Man, our Second Master sincerely wants to talk to you."
"Don't worry, we don't have any ill will towards you."
Su Qiao glanced at the rickshaw driver who had been squatting on the side without saying a word.
There was no choice but to get off the bus.
As I stepped into the courtyard again, Director Yu came to greet me hurriedly.
He winked quietly, "Xiao Man, Mr. Du is behind you, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Su Qiao glanced at him calmly and said, "You are wrong. Behind me is my own shadow."
Director Yu glanced at Butler An who was leading the way in front and reminded him in a low voice.