Wang Fei was really mad. She sat at the bar and huffed and secretly got angry. Sun Nan next to her didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of irritating this explosive bag:

"Well --- Sister Fei --- why don't you have something to drink to calm down first?"

Wang Fei glared at Su Luo and continued to sulk. She stared at Su Luo who had just come on stage and gritted her teeth: "I want to see what he wrote!"

"Good evening, bosses!" Su Luo started chatting when he came on stage. There were almost 120 guests below. When the boss finally came on stage, they all started to cheer:

"Boss Su, let's sing "Little Apple"!"

"Show me your skills!"

"We came here just to listen to your singing!"

"That's right! Now other karaoke bars have secretly copied "Little Apple", but I still love to hear you sing it!"

"Sing that foreign rock music again!"

"Let's get started!"

It seems like yesterday, Su Luo heard that a karaoke bar had started singing a cover of "Little Apple", but he couldn't control the social environment at all, and he didn't take it seriously.

"Everyone, I won't sing "Little Apple" today. Let's take a look at what this is in my hand." Su Luo raised his hand: "Can you all see it clearly?"

"Isn't this wine!"

"Boss Su, your question is a bit inappropriate!"

"Hahaha, are you going to invite everyone to drink?"

The regular customers below were already laughing, and they saw Su Luo shaking the wine bottle in his hand and raising it: "Bosses, you said this is wine!"

"But what I want to say is, this is not wine!"

"This is a warm river, a muddy water that I have waded through, a good medicine in the gloomy days, and a trivial thing that fell into my belly!"

"It is the fatigue that melts in the blood, the touch that warms the heart, and the future that brings tears to the eyes."

As soon as he opened his mouth casually, he started to work again, doing one thing after another. Suddenly there was a burst of laughter, and some people even clapped and cheered.

"Haha, but then again, this is indeed wine! It is champagne imported from abroad. You can see the spades pattern on it!"

Su Luo pointed to the bottle. The brown bottle had a spade printed on it, which was the spade on the playing cards: "This wine is called the Ace of Spades! It's a good wine that was introduced to our dance hall!"

"The taste is round, the aroma is subtle and fruity! I will sing a song with it today!"

Soon a waiter took the bottle from Su Luo. At this moment, the band quickly became familiar with the music score, which was not difficult.

When the guests below heard what Su Luo meant, it turned out that there was a new song? They had been surprised by "Little Apple" and "Natural", and now their eyes were all shining.

"One!"

"Two!"

"One- two- three- four!"

Su Luo stood behind the microphone, his body swaying rhythmically, and his right index finger was like two flying monkeys, pointing at the shining light ball.

The electronic keyboard plays a dynamic prelude, and Su Luo opens his voice:

"Hey-Ah-Ah, you are my baby!"

"I miss you so much!"

"Baby baby, let's have a drink!"

"This is your favorite Ace of Spades!"

"------"

The dynamic music and catchy lyrics make people unconsciously twist their bodies to the beat, and the dance floor is instantly full.

Wang Fei watched Su Luo move freely on the stage, and her movements seemed to be filled with magic. The guests on the dance floor, both men and women, all became excited.

I’m so angry that my nose is almost crooked!

I originally thought that this guy was going to write a song for me, but I didn’t expect that he would be on stage in the blink of an eye. Moreover, this song was 100% not suitable for me, so it was not written for me.

It proves that I was wrong from the beginning!

In addition, there is this hateful guy. He kept saying how difficult, tiring and hard it was to write a song, but he just lay down at the bar for five or six minutes and finished a song.

What made Wang Fei vomit blood even more was that it sounded like an advertising song.

This guy must have written it to sell wine. Thinking about himself as a star singer and a beautiful woman, in Su Luo's heart, selling some wine is not as important as him?

Under the strong will of many guests, Su Luo sang "Ace of Spades" again, that is, during the second time, he received a system task completion prompt.

The income per minute has finally been refreshed to 5 yuan!

Even though Ace of Spades costs 166 yuan a bottle, among the hundreds of people in the ballroom, there are some wealthy people with good financial conditions. The sound of opening champagne is pleasant to the ears.

After two rounds, Su Luo returned to the bar. Sun Nan motioned for him to see Wang Fei. The girl's face was tense and sinking, and she was depressed.

Su Luo naturally knew the whole story, but to be honest, he gave Zhou Xun "White Fox" because he wanted to attract people to the dance hall, and he gave "The Wind Blows to the North" to Sun Nan because of his friendship with the original owner.

But have you only known Wang Fei for a few days?

It’s only the second day!

I am so full that I want to sing to her!

"You said you were idle, so why not go on stage and sing a song to make everyone happy!" Su Luo began to inspire Wang Fei and let her go on stage to generate income for herself.

"Humph!"

Wang Fei rolled her eyes at Su Luo and turned her head to one side.

"How about I make you happy?" As soon as Su Luo finished speaking, Wang Fei's head suddenly turned back: "How do you want me to be happy?"

"Don't you want a new song? How about you guest-sing at my place first, for a week at most, and I promise to write it for you 100%!"

Su Luo also stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Wang Fei's eyes.

"You think I'm blind! You just finished writing it in a few minutes, and now you're telling me it'll take a week?" Wang Fei became angrier as she thought about it, and turned away again.

"Alas! You still don't understand my good intentions!" Su Luo sighed:

"If I write a song for you, can it be the same as the song "Ace of Spades" just now? Don't you think that the song just now was written casually for fun? The quality is very poor?"

"That's right, I just felt that this song has no soul and no connotation!" Wang Feng followed and spoke again without mercy.

With a puff, Wang Fei was immediately amused by this sentence and turned her head: "So what do you mean, you want to seriously write a song with me?"

"Definitely and definitely!"

Su Luo nodded and started talking again: "I can guarantee you that this song is 100% suitable for you and will make you feel 100% comfortable singing it!"

"Then what if you don't make me feel comfortable?" Wang Fei immediately asked.

"Tsk! If you're not feeling well, I------" Before Su Luo could finish speaking, he heard someone talking next to him, with a bit of a sea oyster accent:

"Excuse me, are you the boss? Are you looking for a resident singer here?"
Chapter completed!