The town was clearly much more prosperous than the village. As an old town, it also had a fairly developed tourism industry, with shops lining the streets. At a glance, there were more opportunities to make money here than in the village.
With his guitar on his back, Sheng Nian picked a random shop along the street. "Excuse me, do you know if there's a bar in town?"
It was a woodcarving shop, and the owner was carving a hairpin. He answered without lifting his head. "There's one at the end of the street."
Sheng Nian thanked him, then looked around at the various wooden carvings in the shop, somewhat amazed. "These are incredible!"
It was only an offhand remark, and he didn't notice the thoughtful look on Yan Feizhuo's face behind him.
Following the owner's directions, the two headed toward the end of the street.
It had just grown dark, right when bars opened for business.
When Sheng Nian and Yan Feizhuo went inside, they were surprised to find quite a crowd. The place was packed and bustling.
A band was performing onstage, and the bar's atmosphere made their music sound electrifying.
He followed Yan Feizhuo toward the bar at the front.
After hearing why they had come, the manager at the counter glanced at the cameraman following them, then at their outstanding looks, and asked in surprise, "You want to be a resident singer at our bar?"
Sheng Nian nodded. "Would that be possible? You can give me a trial."
The manager was very tempted. He asked them to wait, took out his Light Brain to look something up, and discussed it with both the owner and the directing team before making a decision.
"That would be possible, but as you said, we'll need to give you a