Losing Money to Be a Tycoon

Evening.

Fishnet cafe, flagship store.

Mayang and Zhang Yuan sat by the window, drinking a little wine, looking at the sparse guests, always felt this atmosphere, a little sad from it.

Still no customers!

Now that two more fish net cafes are being renovated, they should be officially open soon.

However, the flagship store that touches fish netcakes is still in a state of steady loss.

Turnover has stabilized, and many of the familiar customers have even met the clerks, but no matter how they calculate it, it is unlikely that this person will support the cost of operating a fish net cafe.

Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan, a general manager of fish net cafe and a regional manager of Jingzhou fish net cafe, are raising their glasses to grieve.

Zhang Yuan drank all the wine in front of him: “I'll sing two more songs. ”

Ma Yang reached out and tried to stop him: “Forget it, nobody sings...”

Including them, there are only eight people sitting and drinking.

Zhang Yuan still stood up: “It's okay, howl two voices, deconstruct. ”

When he came to the stage, Zhang Yuan played the guitar twice, just like before, thinking about what to sing today.

As for the drinkers downstairs, they're basically regular customers, so I'm not too surprised.

Besides, which internet café doesn't have a resident singer? It's nothing new.

When the fish net cafe opened, Zhang Yuan sang hard every night, but it didn't help. Although it did improve the popularity a little, the improvement was quite limited.

Over time, he also sang less and less. Today, under the influence of alcohol, it was only momentarily aroused that he came to the stage again.

Zhang Yuan didn't say anything, after commissioning the equipment, he started singing.

I can't say it's the sound of heaven, but it sounds pretty good. After all, it's a resident singer in a bar, and his voice is definitely not bad.

Low dull singing, gently emitted.

Zhang Yuan had also tried to sing such intense rock and roll before, but soon discovered that the scene was not cooperating at all, not at all high.

So he ended up singing slower songs or folk songs.

This way, at least, the scene won't be particularly embarrassing.

Mayang drinks while listening to Zhang Yuan sing, some of them traveling outside the sky.

Suddenly, he noticed outside the glass curtain wall, seemed to have a hidden enough figure, hesitating at the door.

It's night time, the lights are brighter in the internet cafe than outside, you can clearly see the scene inside, but it's not very clear inside.

But you do see a figure, wandering around the door.

“New guests? ”

“And still hesitating, which means you can fight for it! ”

Ma Yang instantly came to the spirit.

Although he is now expensive as Managing Director of Fishnet Ca, who says the Managing Director can't solicit customers?

Mayang is the general manager, but there is no shelf.

Open the cafeteria door, Ma Yang-feng said: “Brother, come in and play? ”

The little brother standing at the door was obviously frightened. He was still hesitating at the door. As a result, he didn't notice that the door was open and had such a long face.

Xiao shyly bowed his head: “I... I didn't come to the internet. ”

“It's okay, you can have a drink.” Mayang remains enthusiastic.

He took a closer look at this little brother. He looked a little shabby. His hair was messy and his clothes looked a little old, but neat.

Brother scratched his messy hair: “I... I was just wondering, is there still a resident singer here? ”

Mayang: “…”

A little disappointed.

We don't need workers, we don't need customers!

What can you do without a guest if you sing better?

Seeing Mayang's long face collapse at a visible speed, Xiao said hastily: “I think I sing better than that person, that's why I want to try it. ”

Mayang thought about it, as if it were okay.

Zhang Yuan is now the regional manager of Cajingzhou, how can he sing on stage every day?

It would be nice to have a resident singer.

“Okay, what's your name? ”

“Chen Bao. ”

“Come on in. ”

Mayang led Chen Base into a fish net cafe and took a seat.

After a while, Zhang Yuan sang another song and took a break from the stage.

Ma Yang pointed to the stage: “Go, take it easy. ”

Ma Yang didn't have any musical cells either. He couldn't really hear well or badly. He thought that as long as this little brother could sing well enough, he could barely take over Zhang Yuan's class.

Zhang Yuan just poured a glass of water and drank it. He turned around and found that his seat on the stage had been taken.

A little brother I haven't seen is playing the guitar on the stage, and he's about to sing.

Zhang Yuan sat beside Ma Yang in disgrace: "Who is this? ”

“Call Chen Bao to hire a resident singer. I was thinking, if he can sing well, let him sing on stage, you rest a lot later. ”

Ma Yang was concerned: "After all, you have a heavy job and now the new bartender has been recruited. If you recruit a resident singer, you can focus on running the Internet cafe. ”

Zhang Yuan really wanted to say that he didn't have much to do all day, but when he heard Mayang say that, he was a little moved.

Hey, no, we never hired a resident singer?

Zhang Yuan just wanted to ask this question. Qing Ling, with a slightly dull voice, has already sounded in the Internet cafe.

“Spring flowers bloom in the autumn wind and sunset in winter...”

Zhang Yuanyi stunned: “I also sang an old song. ”

This song is too singable for almost everyone to hear.

However, at the moment of Chen Base's opening, almost everyone who was drinking looked on stage.

It's like a bowl of fresh water, pouring down from the stage, wrapping everyone in it.

Zhang Yuan also stunned for a moment and couldn't help but sing along gently.

Mayang drinks and whispers: “I don't think you sing well. ”

Zhang Yuan glanced at him somewhat helplessly: “Brother Ma... he sang much better than me. ”

“Really?” Mayang was a little surprised. “He can't even get high or low. Where's Johan? ”

Zhang Yuan felt like he was talking to the duck, but considering that the old horse was still his boss at the top, he still had to smile.

“A good song has the qualities to impress people. Singing a folk song on his voice is a goddamn reward for eating. ”

“I can't envy it. ”

“Believe it or not, look at your reactions. ”

Mayang looked at the crowd in the lookout.

Previously when Zhang Yuan sang, everyone should drink and drink alcohol, and chat, although listening, obviously just as a general background sound.

But after Chen Base came on stage and sang, everyone seemed to solidify.

They all drank in silence with their glasses, no one spoke, no one chatted, and a few people looked at the bench, wondering what kind of memories were drawn to them by the singing.

Zhang Yuan moaned: “Brother Ma, where did you meet such a good seedling? ”

Mayang silenced for a moment: "… he came to the door himself. ”

Zhang Yuan: “That's a bit of a coincidence. ”

“Actually, unfortunately.” Mayang said, "He said he heard you sing outside and felt sure to sing better than you before he came in with courage. I think this credit belongs mainly to you. ”

Zhang Yuan: “…”

“Brother Ma, I've changed my mind. Can I not hire him? ”

“No.”