Despite the deafening noise outside, Yang Gong staggered back to Zuimeng Music Workshop.
"President Yang, what's happening outside? What is this beautiful singing that's making everyone join in the chorus?"
"Right, all our customers have gone out; who are we supposed to sing for tonight?"
"We've just left the Sixth Prince Manor, and we were thinking about increasing our popularity. But before we even sang a few songs, everyone disappeared, really disappointing."
The singers began to complain, and they also wanted to go see, but as a basic job constraint for a singer, they couldn't leave their positions before the night's performance ended.
Yang Gong helplessly shook his head and sighed.
"Ladies, if you want to go see, go ahead, I guess you can rest tonight, no one will come to listen to your music anymore."
"No, it's more likely that nobody will ever come to listen to your performances again."
