Xiaoyang squeezed through the crowd.
Song Tan asked curiously, "What got you so excited? Is Qiaoqiao trending?"
Yang Zhengxi grinned, "No, I saw on Douyin that a boss in the neighboring city hired an opera troupe for his old mother's birthday, but they arrived a day early, set up the stage, and then he refused to pay them..."
At his age, he had no real interest in opera; he was just spreading gossip!
"Look at these comments. People say he bought tea from Changleju for hundreds of thousands per pound, he's wealthy! But he took a liking to a girl in the opera troupe. She didn't agree, so he deliberately withheld the two thousand dollars, refusing to pay..."
This person!
Song Tan frowned deeply, "So uncultured!"
Now that opera troupes are in decline, being invited to a rural banquet could earn them just about two thousand dollars for a day's performance.
She and Lun Chuan leaned together, scrolling through the comments: "Liang City..."
