The singer sitting nearby had just finished singing ten songs and was about to move to another table to look for more business when Bai Dingyang stopped him, "Don't go, give us another two hundred's worth, ten songs, and the tip is one hundred."
"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss." The singer hadn't expected that the customers at this table would be so generous, handing out tips of one hundred each time.
Xiao Nanqing just laughed, "Old Bai, you're being way too stingy. A bottle of wine calls for a tip of more than a hundred. Aren't you afraid that word will get back to Beijing and make you the laughingstock?"
Bai Dingyang was indifferent, "This is South Island, not Beijing."
"Yes, yes, yes, as long as you, young master Bai, are happy."
That night, the singer sang for as long as Chen Duoduo and her friends dined, dedicating his entire performance to the eight of them.
The four men took turns paying for the songs and giving tips.
The standard tip was two hundred.
