Seven or eight minutes passed quickly, and as many people speculated, those five cards were still unattended.

"I've said that no one can sit on these booths for 100 yuan!" Wang Xiaofeng shook his head, feeling that he admired Mr. Song, who was very much, was a fall.

The others also agreed, "What's that? It's so expensive, can you sit there?"

Zeng Xiaohong said: "You guys whisper, don't let Mr. Song hear it."

Everyone couldn't help but look at Song Zhichao secretly, but saw that Song Zhichao was still calm and did not seem to hear their comments.

Putting the matchbox in his hand into his pocket, Song Zhichao walked to the side of the stage, then patted Zhou Dafu, who was busy debugging the audio with his butt sticking out.

"What are you doing? I'm busy!" Zhou Dafu turned around and saw that it was Song Zhichao, and hurriedly said, "Well, it turns out it is Mr. Song. What's the matter with you?"

Song Zhichao smiled at him. For some reason, every time he saw Song Zhichao laughing at himself, Zhou Dafu felt a chill on his back.

"Did you see those five booths?" Song Zhichao pointed to the booths he had asked someone to arrange.

"I saw it. I heard it was arranged by Mr. Song. It's great!"

"Is that true? Then do you want to book one first?"

"What?"

"Help Miss Fu book a booth like this." Song Zhichao said, "Believe me, these booths will be booked soon. At that time, there will be no seats in the huge dance hall. Where will Miss Fu sit? To be honest, you are a friend, I said that if you want to have a good relationship with the dance hall, you must first establish a good relationship with Miss Fu. Only in this way can you and your team be in the Caesar dance hall for a long time."

Zhou Dafu's head was turning. He had always flattered Diao Jiahua and had never had the chance to contact Miss Fu. If he could use this trick to touch the other party, it would be a very good idea.

"Thank you, Mr. Song, for reminding me! I'll book one first!" Zhou Dafu didn't care about fiddling with the speaker, so he called the singer A Mei and whispered to her a few words.

In a moment—

Singer Amei took the microphone and walked onto the stage quickly, then the lights were turned on and shining on her body.

When everyone in the audience looked at her, Amei announced loudly in her crisp voice, "The General Manager of Caesar Dance Hall and all the staff, congratulations to Mr. Zhou Dafu for booking a 100-yuan card! "

Papa, the members of the art troupe who had already prepared began to applaud warmly.

The lights moved and shone on Zhou Dafu next stage, and suddenly became the focus of everyone.

The fat man stood there like a star, posing with a "flattered" look. His expression went from "surprise" to "surprise" to "sorry", and then to "sorry", and his expression changed a lot. Finally, he bowed to everyone, "You're welcome! You're welcome!"

Seeing Zhou Dafu directed and acted by himself, Song Zhichao couldn't help but smile. He was worthy of being a gangster. He was very good at the stage show, and even himself, "General Song", became his supporting role.

After a moment, calm down.

"Sorry, Mr. Song, I didn't say hello to you, I just took your name to show off. Do you mind?"

"Don't mind!" Song Zhichao looked at the fat man with a smile, "You are very good at playing? When Miss Fu comes later, as long as she sits in your seat, everyone will know that she has accepted your favor."

"Haha, it's better for Mr. Song to remind you! I want to accept your favor first!"

“Each one another!”

The two smiled at each other, tacitly informing each other.

...

With the scene where Zhou Dafu, the fat man, started the "reserve a hundred-yuan card holder", someone soon followed suit, and a man in a nouveau riche style also booked a hundred-yuan card holder.

Similarly, he was also treated with VIP-level treatment with lights, applause, congratulations, and this breath made the nouveau riche wave frequently under the lights, and he regarded himself as a great man.

Not only Wang Xiaofeng was stunned, but the others were also stunned.

But what surprised them even more was that the other three booths were almost snatched away.

According to the original ten card slots, you can only earn a maximum of 100 yuan.

Now, five or five hundred yuan can be easily earned.

Wang Xiaofeng and others were completely stunned at this moment.

They didn't understand, no one asked about the ten-yuan booth, how could they rush to sit for a hundred yuan?

In fact, these are basically the result of the role of marketing psychology.

First of all, Song Zhichao combined ten card holders into five, and then decorated them with fruit candles, making the venue and style different from other card holders, giving people a psychological hint of "different";

Secondly, no one knows how to hold a "theme" party in this era, so when I hear "Romantic Night" I think it is very fashionable and fashionable, and I have a desire to participate in the trial;

In the end, the reservation fee was 100, which means that this is not an ordinary booth, but a high-end thing. Scarcity is expensive, so of course I have to rush to sit.

In addition, people who can come here to play are actually not short of money, but what they lack is face.

You should know that the dance halls in this era are actually a gold-selling cave, a place to show off their identity, show off their status, and show off their wealth. Various wealthy people and nouveau riche love to come to is this kind of place. The more unequal it is, the better, and the more money you can spend, the better.

Especially those who brought women here are waiting for an opportunity to spend money to show off their face. Now that Song Zhichao has given them such an opportunity, how can they not seize it? After all, there are only five places, so it would be strange if they don’t grab it.

As for the reason why Wang Xiaofeng and his group didn't understand it was because poverty restricted their imagination.

They will never understand the world of rich people and the psychology of rich people.

...

Not far away, Mark, Uncle Kun and Wang Defa stood together, seeing the scene just now clearly.

From Song Zhichao setting up a hundred-yuan card holder to selling all the card holders in one go, they all saw it.

As Song Zhichao's "defeated general", Wang Defa didn't know what it felt like.

Since Song Zhichao grabbed the braid, was threatened and bitten Diao Jiahua, Wang Defa, the "stained witness", had to choose to stand with Song Zhichao.

Wang Defa knew that he could still be fine now and stayed in the Caesars Dance Hall and continued to be his own financial supervisor because he still had "use value".

Now Mark is using his value to swear sovereignty against Diao Jiahua's accomplices in the dance hall.

Everyone knows that he and Diao Jiahua are in the same group, and Diao Jiahua is Fu Qingying and Miss Fu. Now he is following Mark's butt, undoubtedly telling everyone that he has turned against him and has become his Mark's person.

Wang Defa felt bitter in his heart. Tonight, Miss Fu was going to the dance hall to inspect. How could he deal with her Thunderbolt? That was a crazy woman. Maybe he would die even worse than Diao Jiahua!

Uncle Kun was also very moved. He felt that he had misunderstood. He thought that Song Zhichao just knew how to play with power, but he didn't expect that he knew such a powerful marketing technique.

A glimpse of the leopard in the tube shows it.

As a human resources manager, Uncle Kun is still very sensible. In his eyes, Song Zhichao's personal ability has been improved to a higher level again.

A hint of surprise appeared on Mark's face, but soon the surprise disappeared.

In Pan Yu, many people think that Mark is just lucky. A few years ago, he just climbed up to the Hong Kong Monopoly who came to worship his ancestors, and then soared into the sky and became the person in charge of this huge dance hall.

But who knew that when he was just serving Fu Yunheng to the bathroom, he heard Fu Yunheng say "Pan Yu has no entertainment in the dance hall", and immediately seized the opportunity and suggested that Fu Yunheng invest in the dance hall here to specifically catch the money of those Hong Kong rich men and local nouveau riche.

At that time, Fu Yunheng just glanced at Mark slightly, then said lightly, "Okay, you're responsible!"

So, in this era, the Caesar Dance Hall, which had an investment of up to 800,000 yuan, was born. Mark also transformed from a small person from another place to become a local boss in charge of the Dance Hall.

Therefore, Mark has always believed that no fish or shrimps on the sea are the most important. Sometimes, as long as the shrimp seizes the opportunity, they will also leap into the dragon gate and achieve great success.

In Mark's eyes, Song Zhichao is the little shrimp who wants to jump into the dragon gate. The question is, can he jump over the vast dragon gate of Fu Qingying tonight?

In the end, should I be looked at by myself with admiration or was beaten back to my original form?
Chapter completed!