"You mentioned that there are really hundreds of thousands of people attending the Woodstock Festival?"

"Not that many people, the gymnasium can't accommodate so many people."

Xue Ke and Fang Yuanchao were deeply suspicious of what Li Yange had just said. Although he didn't know what the music festival was, he also roughly understood from his words that the same form as the concert, but it would be amazing to accommodate tens of thousands of people at most, and hundreds of thousands of them were impossible.

"I didn't say it was in the gymnasium. Everyone was in the suburbs, stretching for a few kilometers, and no matter how many people were, they could be put on."

Li Yange still remembers a video about the 1969 "Woodstock Music Festival" I saw online. The whistling crowd was dense, and all of them were full of heads.

When they heard that it was in the suburbs, the two of them had no doubts. After all, there was no need for Li Yange to deceive them with this matter. Xue Ke thought about it and asked, "Cui Jian is just holding a concert, just to hold a music festival?"

"I guess that's the case, otherwise why would they invite you to the stage when they hold a concert?"

"Then do you think we'll go?"

"Go! Why not? It would be a pity if you missed such a good opportunity."

Although this music festival is not very formal and cannot make money, if Cui Jianzhen starts, there will definitely be a lot of audiences at that time, tens of thousands of people will still have thousands of people. As long as Xue Ke, Dou Dawei and others go on stage to perform, they will likely attract a large number of fans. Why not do it?

"But you said that there are so many people, will it be bad to have an impact?" Xue Ke was a little worried. After all, there will inevitably be accidents when there are too many people. If there is a mistake, the impact will not be a little bit.

"It shouldn't."

Li Yange thought about it carefully. There are not many people who love rock nowadays. It would be great if there were thousands of people at that time, and it would not have much impact.

"Okay, I'll discuss it with Dawei and the others at that time."

Xue Ke hesitated for a long time, but still didn't make up his mind to go or not. On the one hand, he felt that this opportunity was rare. A concert, even if it was not held in the gymnasium, the number of people coming was not as high as the concert. Being able to perform in front of so many audiences is also worth bragging about.

Li Yange smiled and said, "Well, you guys discuss it yourself. I won't be with you anymore and I have to go to have a meal."

In his previous life, he had never heard of Cui Jian holding a rock concert, either no one went there or the butterfly effect was created. But no matter what, it would be beneficial for Xue Ke and his friends to perform in the past. When rock music is popular all over the country, they might be able to become an old senior.

"Let's talk about it then. Let's go and have a meal."

Seeing Li Yange holding the lunch box and going out, Xue Ke pulled Fang Yuanchao and walked out of the dormitory together.

The three of them arrived at the cafeteria, prepared the meal, and sat on the dining table and started eating.

"Old Li, how are your courtyard houses in the quadrangle?"

When I borrowed money last time, Li Yange did not mention buying a house, and Fang Yuanchao didn't know.

It was not until after buying the courtyard, after a few days, when Li Yange asked Xue Ke to find a few people to help decorate the house, they learned from the conversation that Li Yange actually bought a courtyard in Beijing, which cost 28,000 yuan. Fang Yuanchao was stunned on the spot.

Li Yange pulled the lunch box a few times, picked up a piece of potato and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "It's been done long ago."

These days he has become accustomed to eating home-cooked Sichuan dishes cooked by Cheng Shaojun, and then eating foods like the canteen that are tasteless, which is a bit tasteless.

"Then when will we go to your place to take a look? I haven't visited the Siheyuan yet!" Fang Yuanchao was a little excited.

Xue Ke nodded and said, "Yes, Lao Li, you have a house now, and you are still a courtyard house. We will go to your place when we rehearsal during the summer vacation."

"You can go and have a meal. Don't put it in my yard if you rehearse. Neighbors are afraid of people talking." Li Yange shook his head. When the band was rehearsing, it was so noisy. He really wanted to beat drums in the courtyard. He could guarantee that within ten minutes, a neighbor would definitely bring people from the street committee to the door.

Fang Yuanchao frowned: "Even if we are afraid of anything, we have not done anything bad, we just sing, and this neighbor cares about it?"

"Stop it, why don't you care? You are crying and howling in the yard. Will the neighbors panic when they hear it?"

Li Yange gave Fang Yuanchao a blank look and looked at Xue Ke and said, "If you want to find a place to rehearse during the summer vacation, I suggest you still be in the school rehearsal room. The place is spacious and sound insulation is good, and you don't need to spend money."

"But Dou Dawei is not from the school, so it is not convenient to come in often." Xue Ke never thought about this, but Dou Dawei is not good.

"Then see if there are any places for rent. It's best to have a remote environment and there are no residents. Then we will change the place. Not only can we rehearse, but we can also make a small clearance bar to make some money."

"What is Qingba?"

Xue Ke has become accustomed to hearing some strange and fresh words from Li Yange's mouth, but this is the first time I have heard of it.

Li Yange was stunned. Unexpectedly, he said the word. After thinking about it, he explained: "It's a bit like a dance hall, but there are not so many people. He just set up a few tables and chairs, and then set up a longer bar. He then set up a few pool tables. Those who come to play drinks, play billiards, and play poker. You can sing some less noisy songs or something."

Fearing that they hadn't understood it yet, Li Yange called out more: "It can also be said to be an alternative salon."

"What is a salon?" Fang Yuanchao didn't understand, but Xue Ke knew one thing. In recent years, the children of big courtyards often liked to set up literary salons and recitation salons. Although he was not a child of big courtyards, as an authentic Beijinger, he also knew people in this field and participated several times.

Li Yange tried to use Fang Yuanchao to understand what he meant and talked about what a salon was very bluntly: "You can understand a salon as a group of people gathered together, drinking drinks and drinking wine while chatting and bragging. Lao Xue should know one thing about this. I heard that many children from large courtyards like salons and have some petty bourgeois mood."

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"Is that true?" Fang Yuanchao looked at Xue Ke, and saw him nodding and said, "Old Li said almost the same."

"Can you make money by opening this? Isn't it just chatting and drinking some drinks and soda? Could we just make some money by making some soda?"

Li Yange glanced at Xue Ke and saw that he was also curious and seemed interested: "Old Xue, do you want to do it?"

"I don't know what Qing is, but it sounds quite interesting."

Xue Ke did not express his attitude, but he still revealed a hint of interest inside and outside.

Seeing this, Li Yange said directly: "If you want to make it, you can still make some money by making drinks, wine, snacks, fruit plates, etc., and you don't make much money. But if you think that with constant customers, one or two thousand a month is still easy to do."

"One or two thousand?" The two were stunned. Isn't it too much to make?

"Well, you can get about one or two thousand, after all, the best thing you earn is money from people who like petty bourgeoisie."

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