Night.
Moyu Internet Cafe, flagship store.
Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan were sitting by the window, drinking wine and looking at the sparse guests. They always felt that the atmosphere was a bit sad.
Still no guests!
Now, two more Moyu Internet cafes are under renovation and should be officially open for business soon.
However, the flagship store of Moyu Internet Cafe is still in a state of steady loss.
The turnover has stabilized, and many regular customers have even gotten to know the store staff, but no matter how you calculate it, it is impossible for this small number of people to support the operating costs of Moyu Internet Cafe.
Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan, the general manager of Moyu Internet Cafe and the regional manager of Jingzhou Moyu Internet Cafe, were raising glasses to relieve their worries.
Zhang Yuan drank all the wine in front of him: "I'm going to sing two more songs."
Ma Yang stretched out his hand to stop him: "Forget it, singing is nothing. People come and listen..."
Including them, there were only eight people sitting and drinking.
Zhang Yuan still stood up: "It's okay, howl twice, let's solve the problem."
When he came to the stage, Zhang Yuan played the guitar twice as before, Thinking about what to sing today.
As for the people drinking below, they are basically regulars, so they are not too surprised.
Besides, which Internet cafe doesn’t have a resident singer? This is nothing new either.
When Moyu Internet Cafe first opened, Zhang Yuan sang hard every night, but it was of no use. Although it did improve the popularity a little, the improvement was quite limited.
As time went by, he sang less and less. Today, under the influence of alcohol, he went on stage again on a whim.
Zhang Yuan didn’t say any polite words. After adjusting the equipment, he started singing.
The singing cannot be said to be a natural sound, but it is still pretty. After all, he is a resident singer in a bar, so his voice is definitely not bad.
The low and hoarse singing voice came out leisurely.
Zhang Yuan also tried to sing that kind of intense rock music before, but he soon found that the scene was not cooperative at all and it was not exciting at all.
So later on he sang slower songs or ballads.
In this way, at least the scene will not be particularly embarrassing.
Ma Yang was drinking and listening to Zhang Yuan singing, feeling a little distracted.
Suddenly, he noticed a vague figure outside the glass curtain wall, hesitating at the door.
It is already night, and the lights in the Internet cafe are brighter than outside. You can clearly see the scene inside from the outside, but it is not very clear from the inside.
But you can indeed see a figure wandering at the door.
"Are there new guests?"
"And you are still hesitating, which means you can fight for it!"
Ma Yang instantly became energetic.
Although he is nowJinggui is the general manager of Moyu Internet Cafe, but who says that the general manager can't solicit customers?
Ma Yang, the general manager, has no airs at all.
Opening the door of the Internet cafe, Ma Yang said with a kind face: "Brother, come in and play?"
The boy standing at the door was obviously startled. He was still there. He hesitated at the door, but no one noticed that the door opened, and a long face appeared.
The little brother lowered his head in embarrassment: "I...I'm not here to surf the Internet."
"It doesn't matter, drinking is fine." Ma Yang was still enthusiastic.
He looked at this young man carefully. He looked a bit unattractive, his hair was messy, and his clothes looked a bit old, but he was still neat.
The little brother scratched his messy hair: "I... I just want to ask, are there still singers here?"
Ma Yang: "..."
A little disappointed.
We are not short of workers, but we are short of customers!
Without guests, what can you do no matter how good you sing?
Seeing Ma Yang's long face collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye, the little brother quickly said: "I think I can sing better than that person, so I wanted to give it a try."
Ma Yang thought about it and thought it would work.
Zhang Yuan is now the regional manager of Moyu Internet Cafe Jingzhou, so how can he sing on stage by himself every day.
It would be good to recruit a resident singer.
"Okay, what's your name?"
"Chen Lei."
"Come on, come in."
Ma Yang took Chen Lei to Moyu Internet Cafe and found a seat to sit down.
After waiting for a while, Zhang Yuan finished singing another song and stepped off the stage to rest.
Ma Yang pointed to the stage: "Go ahead, don't be nervous."
Ma Yang didn't have much musical talent at first, so he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, so he thought that as long as he was this little My singing skills are decent, I just need to be able to take over Zhang Yuan's class.
Zhang Yuangang poured a glass of water and turned around to find that his seat on the stage was occupied.
A young man whom I had never seen before was strumming the guitar on the stage. It looked like he was getting ready to sing.
Zhang Yuan sat next to Ma Yang in confusion: "Brother Ma, who is this?"
"My name is Chen Lei, here to apply for the position of resident singer. I'm wondering. Well, if he can sing well, let him sing on stage and you can rest more in the future."
Ma Yang said with concern: "After all, you have a heavy workload and a new bartender has been hired. Recruit a resident singer, and you can just concentrate on the operation of the Internet cafe."
Zhang Yuan wanted to say that he actually had nothing to do all day long, but when he heard what Ma Yang said, A little bit touched again.
Hey, that’s not right, we haven’t hired a resident singer?
Zhang Yuangang wanted to ask this question, but a clear and hoarse voice sounded in the Internet cafe.
"Spring flowersThe autumn wind blows and the winter sun sets..."
Zhang Yuan was stunned: "He also sang an old song. ”
This song is so popular that almost everyone has heard it.
However, the moment Chen Lei opened his mouth, almost everyone who was drinking Looking towards the stage.
It was like a pool of clear water pouring down from the stage, wrapping everyone in it.
Zhang Yuan was also stunned for a moment, unable to help himself. Then he hummed softly.
Ma Yang drank wine and whispered, "I don't think I can sing as well as you. "
Zhang Yuan glanced at him helplessly: "Brother Ma... he can sing much better than me. "
"Really? Ma Yang was a little surprised, "His voice can't get higher or lower. What's so strong about it?" ”
Zhang Yuan felt that he was talking to a duck, but considering that Lao Ma was his immediate boss after all, he still had to keep smiling.
“Good singing can impress people.” The characteristics of a human being, singing folk songs with a voice like his, is simply a blessing from God. ”
“I can’t envy you. ”
“If you don’t believe it, just look at everyone’s reaction. ”
Ma Yang looked at the people in the venue.
When Zhang Yuan sang before, everyone was drinking and chatting. Although they were listening, they were obviously just talking. There was a normal background sound.
But after Chen Lei came on stage to sing, everyone seemed to freeze.
Everyone was drinking in silence, and no one spoke. No one was chatting anymore, and there were still a few people who stared blankly at Chen Lei on the stage, wondering what kind of memories were evoked by the singing.
Zhang Yuan said with emotion: "Brother Ma, who are you. Where did you find such a good seedling? "
Ma Yang was silent for a moment: "...he came to the door himself. ”
Zhang Yuan: “Then this is a bit of a coincidence.” ”
“It’s actually no coincidence. "Ma Yang said, "He said he heard you singing outside and thought he must be better than you, so he plucked up the courage to come in. I think this credit should mainly belong to you. "
Zhang Yuan: "..."
"Brother Ma, I have changed my mind, is it okay if I don't hire him? ”
“No. ”