night.
Moyu Internet Cafe, flagship store.
Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan were sitting by the window, drinking small wine and looking at the sparse customers. They always felt that the atmosphere was a little sad.
Still no guests!
Now, two more Moyu Internet Cafes are under renovation, and they should be officially open soon.
However, the flagship store of Moyu Internet Cafe is still in a state of steady losses.
The turnover has stabilized, and many regular customers have even met the clerk, but no matter how much they calculate, it is impossible for this person to support the operating costs of Moyu Internet Cafe.
Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan, a general manager of Moyu Internet Cafe and a regional manager of Moyu Internet Cafe in Jingzhou, are toasting their worries at this time.
Zhang Yuan drank 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, no one will listen to the song..."
Including the two of them, there were only eight people sitting and drinking.
Zhang Yuan still stood up: "It's alright, let's howl and resolve."
When he came to the stage, Zhang Yuan played the guitar twice as before, thinking about what to sing today.
As for the drinkers below, they are basically regulars, so I'm not too surprised.
Besides, which Internet cafe doesn't have a resident singer? This is nothing new.
When Moyu Internet Cafe first opened, Zhang Yuan sang hard every night, but it was useless. Although it did improve the popularity a little, the improvement was quite limited.
Over time, he sang less and less. Today, under the influence of alcohol, he took the stage again on a whim.
Zhang Yuan didn't say anything polite. After debugging the equipment, he began to sing.
It can't be said to be the sound of nature, but it's still pretty good. After all, he is the resident singer of the bar, and his voice is definitely not bad.
The low and hoarse singing came out leisurely.
Zhang Yuan also tried to sing that kind of intense rock before, but soon found that the scene did not cooperate at all, and he was not happy at all.
So later he sang slower songs or folk songs.
In this way, at least the scene will not be particularly embarrassing.
Ma Yang listened to Zhang Yuan sing while drinking, and he was a little lost.
Suddenly, he noticed that outside the glass curtain wall, there seemed to be a faint figure, hesitating at the door.
It is already night, and the lights in the Internet cafe are brighter than outside, and the scene inside can be clearly seen from outside, but it is not very clear from inside.
But I could indeed see a figure hovering at the door.
"A new guest?"
"And he is still hesitating, which means that we can fight for it!"
Ma Yang was instantly refreshed.
Although he is now the general manager of Moyu Internet Cafe, who said that the general manager cannot solicit customers
Ma Yang, the general manager, has no air at all.
Opening the door of the Internet cafe, Ma Yang looked kindly: "Little brother, come in and play?"
The little brother standing at the door was obviously startled. He was still hesitating at the door, but one didn't notice that the door opened, and a long face appeared.
The little brother lowered his head a little embarrassedly: "I... I'm not here to surf the Internet."
"It doesn't matter, you can drink." Ma Yang was still enthusiastic.
He looked at the little brother carefully, and he looked a little unattractive, his hair was messy, and the clothes on his body looked a little old, but he was still neat.
The little brother scratched his messy hair: "I... I want to ask, are there still singers here?"
Ma Yang: "..."
A little disappointed.
We are not short of wage earners, we are short of customers!
No guests, how can you sing well.
Seeing that Ma Yang's long face collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the little brother hurriedly said, "I think I can sing better than that person, so I want to try it out."
Ma Yang thought about it, and it seemed that it would work.
Zhang Yuan is now the regional manager of Moyu Internet Cafe Jingzhou, how can he sing on stage by himself every day.
Hiring a resident singer is not bad.
"Okay, what's your name?"
"Chen Lei."
"Come on, come in."
Ma Yang led Chen Lei to Moyu Internet Cafe, and found a random seat to sit down.
After waiting for a while, Zhang Yuan finished singing another song and stepped down to rest.
Ma Yang pointed to the stage: "Go, 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. He thought that as long as this little brother could sing well, he could barely take Zhang Yuan's class.
Zhang Yuan just poured a glass of water to drink, and turned his head to find that his seat on the stage was occupied.
A little brother who I haven't seen before is fiddling with the guitar on the stage, looking at this posture, he is ready to sing.
Zhang Yuan sat beside Ma Yang with a confused look on his face: "Brother Ma, who is this?"
"It's called Chen Lei, and I'm here to apply for a resident singer. I'm thinking, 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 lot of work, and now a new bartender has been recruited. If you recruit a resident singer, you can concentrate on the operation of the Internet cafe."
Zhang Yuan wanted to say that in fact, he had nothing to do all day, but when he heard Ma Yang say that, he was a little moved.
Hey, that's not right, we haven't recruited a resident singer
Zhang Yuangang wanted to ask this question, but with a hoarse voice in his clear spirit, it already sounded in the Internet cafe.
"Flowers in spring, wind in autumn and setting sun in winter..."
Zhang Yuan was stunned: "I also sang an old song."
This song is so popular that almost everyone has heard it.
However, the moment Chen Lei spoke, almost everyone who was drinking looked at the stage.
It was like a bucket of clear water pouring down from the stage, wrapping everyone in it.
Zhang Yuan was also stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but hummed softly.
Ma Yang drank wine and forced himself: "It doesn't seem like you can sing well."
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 be too high, and it can't be too low. Where is his strength?"
Zhang Yuan felt that he was talking with ducks, but considering that Lao Ma was his immediate boss after all, he still had to keep smiling.
"A good singing has the qualities that can move people. Just singing folk songs with his voice is like a god's favor."
"I can't be envious."
"If you don't believe me, look at everyone's reaction."
Ma Yang looked at everyone in the arena.
When Zhang Yuan sang before, everyone should be drinking and chatting. Although they were listening, it was obviously just a normal background sound.
But after Chen Lei came on stage to sing, everyone seemed to freeze.
They all drank silently with their wine glasses in their hands, no one spoke or chatted, and a few others stared blankly at Chen Lei on the stage, wondering what kind of memories the singing brought back.
Zhang Yuan said with emotion: "Brother Ma, where did you meet such a good seedling?"
Ma Yang was silent for a moment: "...He came to the door himself."
Zhang Yuan: "That's a bit of a coincidence."
"Actually, it's not a coincidence." Ma Yang said, "He said he heard you sing outside and felt that he must sing better than you, so he mustered the courage to come in. I think this credit should mainly belong to you."
Zhang Yuan: "…"
"Brother Ma, I have changed my mind. Can I not hire him?"
"no."