In the evening, touch the fish Internet cafe.
The Internet cafe, which was originally crowded and deserted, suddenly had a lot of guests.
Many young people walked into the Internet cafe in groups of three or five, and some people repeatedly observed outside to confirm that the location was right, and then opened the door.
"Are you sure it's here? Why don't you even have a brand?"
"Yes, this is it."
"Then there are neat rows of computers here, what are they doing?"
"This is not just a bar, but also the Internet."
"Can I still surf the Internet? ... Why don't I go to an Internet cafe when I surf the Internet? I'm here for a drink."
"You can also drink, and the drinks are better than ordinary bars, mainly to listen to songs, listen to songs!"
"Does it really sound that good?"
"Anyway, it's not the same as the resident singers in other bars. You'll know it by listening to it."
At the door, several young people pushed the door and entered.
The waiter immediately led them to their seats with a smile on their faces, and after offering hand towels, politely asked what drinks would be needed.
The most active of the group was a fashionably dressed young girl. After everyone ordered drinks, they happily began to share with everyone how they discovered this treasure.
"Do you know how I found this place?"
"Actually, I've passed by here before, but when I looked at the menu outside, I found that everything was very expensive, and there was no one there, so I didn't go in."
"As a result, I passed by by chance last week and heard someone singing!"
"I just got off work at the time. I listened at the door for a while and then came in, ordered a glass of wine, and kept hearing that the evening was over!"
"It's really good to hear, and it's not a very noisy style, it's a very light, very leisurely feeling, with a little bit of sadness, and a glass of wine, it's very emotional."
"And after I came here a few times, I found out that although this place is expensive, the service is really good. The waiter is so meticulous, you don't even need to shout, just look at him and he will come over immediately, really too comfortable!"
Someone interjected: "Really or not? Is it possible that the waiter can read minds?"
The young girl glanced at him: "Of course it's not mind reading. This shows that the waiter is doing his due diligence and staring at the customer the whole time. He can understand from the subtle physical movements of the customer that he needs help, and he comes over immediately."
"And the waiter here doesn't say a word of nonsense, and doesn't sell you drinks or ask you to apply for a card. It's very polite."
"Afterwards, I came over during the day, ordered a cup of coffee, and read a book, which was quite pleasant."
"Don't worry, the singer should be here soon."
"My name is Chen Lei. It is said that he lives nearby. He didn't go to school after graduating from high school, and has been making music at home."
"I don't know how this store got such a big baby."
"Come on to the stands! Come, come!"
As soon as Chen Lei took the guitar on stage, there were cheers from the audience, and a girl shouted: "Chen Lei, I love you!"
Chen Lei blushed, sat down on the stage to adjust the microphone, and plucked the guitar a few times, pretending he didn't hear it, which caused a low laugh from the audience.
There were no courtesies and greetings, and no warm-up speeches. Chen Lei was a person who was not good at words.
He just cleared his throat and sang softly into the microphone with the sound of the guitar.
"The lights are out / The moon is a lonely eye / Watching quietly / Who can't sleep alone..."
The melodious melody flows in the Internet cafe.
The audience under the stage was silent in this atmosphere while drinking wine.
"sounds so good."
"It's obviously very different from the original, but it tastes very similar."
"Chen Lei is like this. Every song he sings has a strong personal style. It's the kind that makes people very relaxed, but tastes it carefully, and has a touch of sentimentality."
"very nice."
A slightly vicissitudes of life man took a sip of wine, and looked at the blurred lights at night outside the curtain wall, not knowing what kind of memories the lights brought back.
Suddenly, he looked at the wine glass in his hand with some doubts.
"What's wrong?" the girl next to her asked.
The man took another sip.
"This wine... turned out to be real wine?"
The female companion laughed "puchi": "Aren't you talking nonsense, they have a serious business license, and they sell fake wine to deceive you?"
The man shook his head: "You don't understand. In many bars now, it is very common to bottle this kind of expensive wine. The original price of a few hundred yuan of wine is also sold in an empty bottle of one or two hundred dollars. How many people can drink it into a cocktail?"
"It's not fake wine, it can only be said to be cheap. Fake wine will be drunk, and it may even be sent to the hospital, but the taste of cheap wine will be very different in the mouth, and the stomach will be the same after drinking it."
The female companion was still a little unconvinced: "Then you can drink it?"
The man smiled: "Of course. Wine of a few hundred yuan and wine of one or two hundred yuan, although both are real wines, but the taste must be different. Otherwise, why would people sell them for hundreds of yuan?"
"Anyone who knows a little about wine can feel the difference."
He gently shook the wine glass in his hand, and then looked at Chen Lei who was singing in the stands: "This place is really interesting."
"You can invite some old friends to play together another day."
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bar.
Ma Yang drank slowly with a glass of wine, looked at Chen Lei who was singing on the stage, and said with emotion, "It seems... he really sings better than you."
Zhang Yuan Xinyue said convincingly, "Yeah. Brother Ma, did you hear it now?"
Ma Yang shook his head very honestly: "I didn't hear it, I saw it. When you sing, not so many people listened, not so many people ordered drinks, and everyone didn't listen so seriously..."
Zhang Yuan: "...Brother Ma, for the sake of this glass of wine, can you stop piercing my heart?"
Zhang Yuan is simply a MM, but Chen Lei is God's reward for eating. Is it interesting to say that he sings better than me!
"So, how are we going to pay him?"
Ma Yang asked a very serious question.
Last week, after hearing Zhang Yuan sing, Chen Lei inexplicably gained confidence and volunteered to sing on stage.
After singing, the effect was very obvious, Ma Yang immediately let him stay without a word, and tried to sing for a week.
If he is satisfied after a week, he will sign a formal contract. If he is not satisfied, he will be given 1,000 yuan to work hard and leave.
Now that a week has come, Ma Yang is very satisfied with Chen Lei.
But there is a problem, that is, the issue of salary.
"What is the appropriate salary for a resident singer in a typical bar?" Ma Yang considered whether he could refer to the bar's salary standard.
Zhang Yuanmenqing, after all, he did this before.
"Brother Ma, a resident singer in a small bar may only cost three thousand yuan a month. Of course, those are all little-known singers."
"The specific money depends on the level of the bar, the popularity of the singer, and how much the boss is willing to open."
"Some big bars have a lot of traffic, and many singers can even sing without money in order to become famous. On the other hand, if a small bar hires some famous resident singers, it will naturally cost more money."
"It is said that Chen Lei's level, four or five thousand, I don't think it is too much, or even less."
Four or five thousand…
Ma Yang hesitated.
"This... It's not that I can't bear the money, and it's not that I think Chen Lei is not worth the money."
"Mainly, our Internet cafes are still losing money."
"Do you think this will work? Let's give him a basic salary of 1,500 yuan, and everything else will be taken."
Zhang Yuan was stunned: "Take a cut? Where do you draw from?"
Ma Yang pointed to the wine on the bar: "Drink it from the drink. In the future, we will tell the customers that half of the profit from the drink will be pumped to Chen Lei during the concert."
Zhang Yuan sucked in a breath: "Brother Ma, it's a bit too hard to smoke halfway?"
"It's alright, we couldn't sell much wine..." Ma Yang didn't care.
Zhang Yuan was speechless for a while: "That's right, and what we sell is real wine, and the profit is not that high."
"If you think about it this way, it's still acceptable..."
If you follow the model of a general bar, drinks are the main profit.
Many bars, nightclubs, KTVs, etc. are more or less adulterated. For example, XO, it is quite common to recycle expensive bottles, fill them with cheap wine and sell them.
With such a method of selling, alcohol is a huge profit.
But from the very beginning of Moyu Internet Cafe, Mr. Pei has made repeated orders that all drinks must be real, not to mention fake wine, not a drop of inferior wine can be mixed.
Say what kind of wine to sell, it must be what kind of wine.
So they all sell alcohol. Although Moyu Internet Cafe’s pricing includes profits, the profits are simply incomparable to other bars.
What's more, with the current flow of people, it can't sell much in a day.
Zhang Yuan thought for a while: "Then Ma, you decide, I think it's okay to take a commission, maybe it can also drive some sales of drinks."
Ma Yang immediately made a decision: "Okay, then it's settled. When Chen Lei finishes singing tonight, I will tell him, I guess he will definitely agree."
"If we really follow this model, I have a suggestion." Zhang Yuan suddenly thought of an idea, "Let's order a new batch of menus, and the price of each glass of wine is marked with a bracket, and Chen Lei is written in the brackets. money that can be drawn.”
"For example, the Northern Lights cocktail, we sell a glass of 60 yuan, the cost will be about 30 yuan, plus the cost of venue and labor, let's assume that our cost is 40 yuan, the profit is 20 yuan, and half of it will be given to Chen Lei. , that's 10 bucks."
"When the time comes, write (10) directly after the price of the Northern Lights cocktail of 60, so that everyone knows that this glass of wine gave Chen Lei a 10 yuan cut."
Ma Yang frowned and hesitated: "In this way, can you guess our approximate profit?"
Zhang Yuan shook his head: "Brother Ma, even if you don't write it, won't others know your profit? You can find the price of these wines by searching the Internet."
"Most people who come to bars to drink are well aware of the profits here, but the whole industry is like this, and no one will take it seriously."
"Let's write the rake for the singer, and it seems that we are very kind to the singer, and it's very generous."
Ma Yang suddenly said: "Oh, that's right! Then I think this method is good, so let's do it!"