Sister Jin breathed a sigh of relief and said confidently, "Don't worry about that. This band was hired back by our Third Master at great expense. They can handle any kind of accompaniment."
"Besides, those foreign brats only want to hear singing, not accompaniment. We can just have them play something simple, can't we?"
Su Qiao: "..." The style was wrong, the beats were off, and all of that would seriously affect the song's experience and performance, okay?
"Quite a bit of time has already been wasted. We need to hurry and get this show back on track."
Sister Jin left her behind, went straight onto the stage with a smile, and addressed the foreigners sitting at the edge of the stage with liquor bottles in their hands:
"Gentlemen, Xianle Mansion is such a large establishment. It's not as though we don't have young ladies who can sing foreign songs. In fact, one of them sings them very well. It's just that there's something wrong with her eyes..."
The foreigners immediately jumped down from the edge of the stage. One of them said in strange Mandarin, "What does having trouble with her eyes have to do with singing? She isn't going to sing with her eyes."
"That's right. We came out to listen to songs, not to look at someone's eyes."
At the tables near the stage, several young masters who were sitting relatively close and toward the front became interested when they heard that someone really could sing foreign songs. They began to egg her on.
"Sister Jin, just let her come out! We've been here so many times, yet we never knew you had someone here who could sing foreign songs. Let us see for ourselves!"
"Exactly, exactly. We're regulars here, but we've never heard anyone sing a