Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1238, Section 458: Revenue is essential; there aren't enough chicken legs to go around.
As early as when Liang Shan learned from the Sigang live broadcast room that Xiao Che was going to participate in the Echoes Under the Stars Theater performance, he decided to come and listen to this youth fantasy stage play.

At first, he was more interested in seeing the stage performance of the car, but now he is looking forward to the whole show.

This morning, he saw a link to the No. 4 Steel Group's official WeChat account sent to him by a colleague in the work group.

He was filled with regret once he saw it.

Why didn't he come a day earlier? That way he could have made it to the Children's Day gala last night.

Judging from the video clips on the official WeChat account, this was definitely a large-scale, professional cultural performance.

The opening light show and the closing fireworks show are just embellishments; the key is the content.

I have to say that Ang Lee did an excellent job.

It doesn't feel like a novice director at all; from the framework to the content, from the program arrangement to the final product, every detail is arranged in a way that leaves people speechless.

While eating breakfast, he watched all the relevant videos that he could find online.

The more I look at it, the more I regret it. He could have made it to the event last night.

Oh no, he has to ask Ang Lee for a complete performance video tomorrow so he can watch it from beginning to end.
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Li Anquan was completely unaware that Liang Shan had already arrived in Chengdu; he was driving on his way to the Chengdu Concert Hall.

On a bus not far behind him, Xiao Che, Xiao Bei, and several other unofficial staff members were also on board, listening to Teacher Tang emphasize discipline along with the other members of the Book People group.

Old Tang repeated the same old advice: don't wander off after getting off the bus, stay with the teacher, and if you have any questions, find the teacher in charge immediately. In short, it all comes down to one word: safety.

When bringing children out to participate in activities, nothing is more important than safety.

At 9:45, the Shuren Performance Troupe's motorcade drove into the concert hall courtyard.

Senior Sister Ji had been waiting for a long time. She took the work pass that Li An threw to her and mingled into the group of teachers leading the team.

While Li An and Pan Hua, the person in charge of the liaison, were exchanging pleasantries, Lao Tang and the others took attendance again.

Once everyone was present, Pan Hua greeted the children and then asked Li An, "Teacher Li, shall we go in?"

Ang Lee: "Let's go, let's go inside quickly, it's too hot."

Pan Hua laughed: "The weather forecast says it will be 40 degrees today, and it will be even hotter tomorrow."

Ang Lee: "This is really bad."

The 40-degree heat couldn't dampen the children's spirits; they chattered incessantly in the corridor leading to the opera house.

Although this wasn't everyone's first time here.

That's probably the difference between children and adults.

"I don't mind the fatigue."

Li An muttered that he wanted Wang Xiaohu to manage discipline, but at a glance, he saw that Wang Xiaohu and Xiao Bei were talking the most enthusiastically.

I thought to myself, oh well, let them talk. It's rare for these little ones to get together again.

"Bogo!"

As Ang Lee entered the hall from the audience entrance, he immediately spotted Fang Yongbo.

Fang Yongbo, dressed casually, was walking back and forth on the stage.

Fang Yongbo turned around, and Li An had already jogged over.

"Well done, Director Li." Fang Yongbo pulled Ang Lee up from the edge of the stage and joked, "All the news about you this morning is about you."

“Sigh,” Li An waved his hand and sighed, “It’s finally over. You have no idea how tired I am these past few days.”

Fang Yongbo scoffed, "Making money is never easy."

Li Anxin laughed, "That's true. Hey, Brother Bo, why are you here so early? Isn't it supposed to start at one o'clock in the afternoon?"

Fang Yongbo: "I'd better come over in person to make sure nothing goes wrong. I just checked the platform frame again, and it's fine."

Ang Lee nodded: "Brother Bo, let's get started here."

"Let's get started," Fang Yongbo glanced at his watch. "By the time we're done, it'll probably be time for lunch. I'll have Xiao Pan find a few more people to help you with this, and we'll try to finish before eleven o'clock."

Without further ado, under Ang Lee's leadership, the group began setting up the set.

The stage setup for Star Returns wasn't complicated; the main challenge was setting up the stage for the three percussion sections, which took time.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Star Returns to the Great Forest reappeared on the stage.

Because of the use of brand-new physical props, the flowers and plants on the stage appear more realistic and three-dimensional. Strolling on the stage at this moment truly feels like walking through a vast forest.

Fang Yongbo couldn't help but give a thumbs up when he saw the brand-new stage set, saying, "The bookmakers really know how to spend money."

Even Fang Yongbo couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Professional opera troupes are willing to spend money on props because a set of props can be used for many performances. For example, when performing Figaro's Wedding, as long as the director and choreographer remain the same, a set of set props can be used anywhere.

And after this performance of Star Returns, it's uncertain when the next performance will be; it might just be a one-time use prop.

Ang Lee commented, "The author is really rich. The fireworks show last night cost about 100,000 yuan, and it was only for a short while."

Fang Yongbo waved his hand: "Having money and being willing to spend money are two different things."

As he spoke, Fang Yongbo leaned closer and asked in a low voice with a smile, "You must have made a lot of money this time."

Ang Lee hadn't actually calculated it in detail. He had already deposited 100,000 into his bank account. Adding the remaining budget and the kickbacks from Fu Tianming, it would probably be around 250,000.

It has been tough lately, but if he could earn this much every month, he would be willing to work even harder.

"Not even twenty."

Ang Lee still has expenses to deduct, such as the cost of the folk music ensemble and the teachers' bonuses, which are all major expenditures.

Without Lao Tang and the others running around taking care of things during this period, he alone wouldn't have been able to support the stage of two schools.

Besides Lao Tang and his group, the band teachers also have to be paid by the hour. People like Liu Zhaocheng, Wang Wenyang, and Liang Yudan, you'd have to pay them at least 500 yuan a day.

It lasted from noon until the early hours of the morning. If Ang Lee were to pretend to be stupid, he would truly be inhuman.

Fang Yongbo laughed again: "Let me give you a heads-up first, the box office share this time might not be much."

Ang Lee: "I've already spoken to the school. They'll just take a symbolic 30%. You can decide what to do, Brother Bo. I'll tell you this over dinner tonight, so don't worry."

Just then, Wang Xiaohu ran over.

"Teacher, Uncle Fang."

Fang Yongbo smiled when he saw Wang Xiaohu: "Does this mean I have to call you Instructor Wang from now on?"

This made Wang Xiaohu blush deeply, and he timidly waved his hands, not knowing where to look.

Li Anle: "Speak quickly, what is it?"

Wang Xiaohu almost forgot his important task: "Teacher, Teacher Mu asked me to come and ask what time you're having dinner? Everyone's hungry."

Fang Yongbo hurriedly took out his phone: "I'll urge them again, it should be delivered to you soon."

Wang Xiaohu exclaimed happily, "Thank you, Uncle Fang!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran backstage.

Fang Yongbo: "Let's go to the restaurant too. Lao Xue should be here soon."

Ang Lee declined, saying, "I'll just eat boxed lunches with the kids."

Ten minutes later, four staff members pushed a food cart full of boxed meals into the backstage area.

Wang Xiaohu was the last to step forward and collect his portion. He was stunned when he opened it: "Why didn't I get a chicken leg?"

Xiao Bei and the others had just received theirs, and each of them had a braised chicken leg in their lunchbox.

Here, you can have this.

Without saying a word, Senior Sister Ji handed her untouched lunchbox to Wang Xiaohu.

Before Little Tiger could refuse, Qiao Zhizhi handed over her own lunchbox: "Senior sister, let me switch with him. I don't like chicken legs."

Senior Sister Ji: "I'm on a diet recently, so you can eat it, Zhizhi."

Xiao Che said, "Why don't you just go and get a different one?"

Wang Xiaohu slapped his forehead. "Yeah, he's really stupid!"
At this moment, Liu Fengrui coughed twice while holding a lunchbox, "I don't mind helping everyone deal with the chicken legs that they don't want to eat."

"Here you go." Xiao Che pushed his chicken leg directly in front of A Liu. "I'm waiting to eat something delicious tonight."

Is there something delicious to eat tonight?
Ah Liu immediately pulled back his chopsticks, "Mi tu mi tu."

Xiao Bei snorted, "Ah Liu, you really need to lose weight! If you don't lose weight, nobody will recognize you at this summer camp!"

Ah Liu subconsciously raised his hand and touched his round face: "."

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