Ahead is a square, and beyond that is a majestic office building, with the four characters "Yisheng Pharmaceutical" plastered on a white background in green letters.
Everyone in Ji'an knows that Yisheng Pharmaceutical, Kangmei Xinkaihe, etc. are the city's leading companies, and their main products such as ginseng, propolis, and deer antler are well-known overseas.
Now, they are standing in the square in front of Yisheng Pharmaceutical. Over there is a square array of stools, hundreds of them in total. On the stage in front of the square array of stools, the bright background wall is draped in red and green, with the words "Yisheng Pharmaceutical Celebration Event to Celebrate Ji'an Being Named a National Sanitary City and Sewing Machine Band Development Zone Concert" in the middle.
"Brother Yue, are we going to perform here?" Hu Liang asked knowingly.
Putting on a leather jacket and trousers, Yang Shuangshu, who had dyed black hair, opened the car door and walked out with a look of surprise on his face.
Xixi looked normal and showed no signs of stage fright.
Sun Tong jumped out of the car, glanced at the company workers in work clothes who were walking out of the workshop and employee dormitories, and said, "Oh, it's quite a scene. Manager Lin is really capable."
The Sewing Machine Band's first performance after its reorganization was at the Ji'an Leading Enterprise Park. There were at least a few hundred people in the audience, and the stage layout was clearly very thoughtful, which showed that the business leaders valued them.
I think the performance of the Sewing Machine Band in Ji'an No. 7 Middle School was also of a certain scale, but in terms of influence, it was definitely not as good as that of leading companies like Yisheng Pharmaceutical. After all, a large part of the audience below were locals in Ji'an, and their social circle was larger than that of students. It’s much more complicated. As long as these people forward it in their circle of friends, basically everyone will know about the resurrection of the Sewing Machine Band.
Now it seems that this manager from BJ is really capable. Not only is he good at playing musical instruments, but he is also good at socializing.
As if to confirm Sun Tong's thoughts, when they got off the car, a few people in suits and leather shoes walked out of the office building in front. From the look of their appearance, they looked like leaders. They walked straight to Lin Yue, greeted him with a smile, and then introduced him after his introduction. Next, I shook hands with Hu Liang, Yang Shuangshu and others one by one and thanked them, which gave the Sewing Machine Band enough face.
"Look at our Sewing Machine Band. It's really famous in Ji'an." Hu Liang didn't get a response from Lin Yue, so he attributed his ability to win this performance opportunity to the previous performance of the Sewing Machine Band.
"Do you think these business leaders are the same as the talkers, foremen, and housekeepers at the nursing home you used to come into contact with?" Sun Tong glared at him. Seeing Lin Yue was idle, he hurried over and asked, "You haven't answered yet. Here’s the question I just asked.”
Lin Yue smiled and said: "It's very simple. As long as you can help them negotiate a deal worth tens of millions without any commission, let alone a concert, these people will call you grandma."
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Everyone was at a loss.
No, I should say dumbfounded.
A transaction worth tens of millions?
The annual revenue of Yisheng Pharmaceutical is around 800 million. A single order worth tens of millions has kept all the sales staff busy for more than half a month. The key is that they don’t want commissions yet, and they just want to hold a concert in front of all the employees. , what operation is this? After helping the company make money and also giving benefits to such a god, it would be a fool for the company leaders not to hold him up and support him.
"No." Hu Liang saw Lin Yue walking towards the rostrum and hurriedly caught up with him: "Brother Yue, for such a big deal, the commission alone must be over a million, right? Why don't you just say no?"
Lin Yue glanced at him: "Do you still remember what I said to Ding Jianguo?"
Hu Liang thought for a moment and remembered that Ding Jianguo suspected that Lin Yue's purpose was to defraud her father of money by reorganizing the Sewing Machine Band. Lin Yue said that he disdained using this method to make money. At that time, he thought that the meaning behind this sentence was It meant that he could build an atomic bomb. Looking back now, what he said at that time was not so much an explanation as it was a sign of confidence in his ability to make money.
The order worth tens of millions was negotiated quietly. Hu Liang didn't even know when he was going to meet the buyer.
Could it be that...sometimes a person just clicks on his cell phone and the deal is concluded?
"Why are you standing there? Why don't you move the equipment?"
Hu Liang suddenly came to his senses, and when he looked back, he saw Lao Suntou walking forward with a microphone tuner. He quickly walked over, took the tuner, and walked to the stage with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
What kind of person is this? There are some people who don’t care about money.
However, he is indeed an agent from a big city and his communication skills are really strong.
Soon, the band members and several staff sent by the company moved all the equipment needed for the band's performance to the stage, and the auditorium below was almost full of spectators.
For those who work in companies, their daily work and life are already very tiring. Now they can be lazy openly and listen to music to relax their tense nerves. It is naturally a joyful thing.
"I won't say any more. Anyway, thank you all for giving us this opportunity to sing loudly for Ji'an."
Lin Yue was the last one to take the stage and said a very brief speech, which was so brief that the workers below were all stunned, because whenever there is a celebration event, the speech is not very long-winded, thank you for this, thank you for that, thank God, thank earth, hate He couldn't thank his ancestors all over the place for eight generations and only give up when the audience below became impatient. Instead, he just said one word, turned around, sat behind the drum set, clicked the drumsticks with both hands, and suddenly lifted them up. The cymbal made a crisp sound.
That's how the show started.
Hu Liang's fingers crossed the strings, and his big face was gently swayed. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there was something charming about affection and concentration.
You always ask questions with ABC behind them.
I filled in ACDC, but you called me mud.
I just want to keep my true colors and my youthful spirit.
I was soaked in the November rain and listened to you scold me for being worthless.
If you burn yourself for your dreams, don’t take a breather of mediocrity.
What I want is not here, and the answer you gave makes no sense.
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When the show didn't start, the people below were either checking their cell phones, whispering about celebrity gossip, or talking about the exciting movies and TV series they had watched recently.
But as soon as the melody sounded, the whole place was excited, especially the young people in their 20s. They stopped looking at their mobile phones and chatting about games. They jumped around and cheered loudly.
Many people picked up their mobile phones, stood up to take photos and videos of them, and forwarded them to share.
WeChat Moments, Kuaishou, Weibo, and Penguin Space.
The company also set up a photography team to record today's performance and prepare to add it to the corporate culture column.
There is also a reason why Lin Yue chose "C" as the opening song.
Living in a small place like Ji'an and working in a pharmaceutical factory, one can imagine the cultural level of these workers. With "Everyone Chooses C" as the opening song, the lyrics and the brisk melody can arouse their enthusiasm even more. Emotions and gain their approval.
An hour later, the last note drifted away with the wind, and the strings gradually became inaudible.
There was warm applause from the audience. The leader of Yisheng Pharmaceutical and all the workers stood up and cheered for the sewing machine band.
Rock and roll is addictive.
One word, hearty.
It’s really hearty.
They haven't been this happy since the band broke up in mid-September.
Hu Liang bowed deeply to the audience, said thank you, and walked downstairs with his guitar on his back. It was hard to tell whether it was sweat or tears on his face, but his eyes were red anyway.
Sun Tong pulled him: "Are you crying?"
"I didn't, it was all sweat." After saying that, he walked towards the big broken car without looking back.
Yang Shuangshu walked down from the stage with steady steps and a straight waist. He did not look old or frail at all. Today's performance seemed to have brought back his youth.
Lao Suntou stepped forward to meet him and quickly took over the heavy bass. He wanted to give him a hand, but he was refused.
Lin Yue said a few words of thanks at the end, took Xixi's hand and came down from the stage, talked to the leaders of the company for a while, and returned to the big broken car holding a bouquet of flowers.
He looked at Sun Tong, who was hesitant to speak, and then at Hu Liang, who was paralyzed by exhaustion, and said: "There are two pieces of news, one good and one bad. Which one should I listen to first?"
