night.
Moyu Internet Cafe, flagship store.
Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan were sitting by the window, drinking wine and looking at the sparse guests. They always felt that the atmosphere was a bit sad.
Still no customers!
Now, two more Moyu Internet cafes are under renovation and should be officially open for business soon.
However, the flagship store of Moyu Internet Cafe is still in a state of steady loss.
The turnover has stabilized, and many regular customers have even gotten to know the store staff, but no matter how you calculate it, it is impossible for these few people to support the operating costs of Moyu Internet Cafe.
Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan, the general manager of Moyu Internet Cafe and the regional manager of Jingzhou Moyu Internet Cafe, were raising glasses to relieve their worries.
Zhang Yuan drank all 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 come to listen to the singing..."
Including the two of them, there were only eight people sitting and drinking.
Zhang Yuan still stood up: "It's okay, just howl twice to resolve the issue."
When he came to the stage, Zhang Yuan played the guitar twice as before, thinking about what to sing today.
As for the people drinking below, they were basically regulars, so they weren’t 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 of no use. Although it did improve his popularity a little, the improvement was quite limited.
As time went by, he sang less and less. Today, under the influence of alcohol, he went on stage again on a whim.
Zhang Yuan didn't say any polite words. After adjusting the equipment, he started singing.
My singing can't be said to be heavenly, but it's still pretty good. After all, I'm a resident singer in a bar, so my voice is definitely not bad.
A low and hoarse singing voice came out leisurely.
Zhang Yuan had tried to sing that kind of intense rock music before, but he soon found that the scene was not cooperative at all and it was not exciting at all.
So later on he sang slower songs or ballads.
In this way, at least the scene will not be particularly embarrassing.
Ma Yang was drinking and listening to Zhang Yuan singing, feeling a little distracted.
Suddenly, he noticed a vague figure outside the glass curtain wall, hesitating at the door.
It is already night, and the lights in the Internet cafe are brighter than outside. You can clearly see the scene inside from the outside, but it is not very clear from the inside.
But I can indeed see a figure lingering at the door.
"Are there new guests?"
“And you’re still hesitating, which means you can give it a try!”
Ma Yang instantly became energetic.
Although he is now the general manager of Moyu Internet Cafe, who says that the general manager cannot solicit customers?
Ma Yang, the general manager, has no airs at all.
Opening the door of the Internet cafe, Ma Yang had a friendly face: "Brother, come in and play?"
The young man standing at the door was obviously startled. He was still hesitating at the door, but he didn't notice that the door opened and such a long face appeared.
The little brother lowered his head in embarrassment: "I...I'm not here to surf the Internet."
"It doesn't matter, drinking is fine." Ma Yang was still enthusiastic.
He looked at the young man carefully and found that he looked a bit unattractive, his hair was messy, and his clothes looked a bit old, but he was still neat.
The little brother scratched his messy hair: "I... I just want to ask, are there still any resident singers here?"
Ma Yang: "..."
A little disappointed.
We are not short of workers, but we are short of customers!
Without guests, what can you do no matter how good you sing?
Seeing Ma Yang's long face collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye, the little brother quickly said: "I think I can sing better than that person, so I wanted to give it a try."
Ma Yang thought about it and it seemed to work.
Zhang Yuan is now the regional manager of Moyu Internet Cafe in Jingzhou, so how can he sing on stage by himself every day?
It would be good to hire a resident singer.
"Okay, what's your name?"
"Chen Lei."
"Come on, come in."
Ma Yang took Chen Lei to Moyu Internet Cafe and found a seat to sit down.
After waiting for a while, Zhang Yuan finished singing another song and stepped off the stage to rest.
Ma Yang pointed to the stage: "Go ahead, don't be nervous."
Ma Yang didn't have any 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 over Zhang Yuan's class.
Zhang Yuangang poured a glass of water and turned around to find that his seat on the stage had been occupied.
A young man I had never seen before was strumming the guitar on the stage, and he looked like he was getting ready to sing.
Zhang Yuan sat next to Ma Yang with a confused look on his face: "Brother Ma, who is this?"
"My name is Chen Lei. I'm here to apply for a resident singer position. I'm thinking that if he can sing well, I'll let him sing on stage and you can rest more in the future."
Ma Yang said with concern: "After all, you have a heavy workload. Now that we have hired a new bartender, and if we recruit a resident singer, you can just concentrate on the operation of the Internet cafe."
Zhang Yuan really wanted to say that he actually had nothing to do all day long, but when he heard what Ma Yang said, he was a little touched.
Hey, that’s not right, we haven’t hired a resident singer?
Zhang Yuangang wanted to ask this question, but his clear and hoarse voice sounded in the Internet cafe.
"The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn and the setting sun in winter..."
Zhang Yuan was stunned: "He 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 towards the stage.
It was like a pool 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 hum along softly.
Ma Yang drank wine and whispered, "I don't think I can sing as well as you."
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 get any higher or lower. What's so great about it?"
Zhang Yuan felt that he was talking nonsense, but considering that Lao Ma was his immediate boss after all, he still had to keep smiling.
"A good singing voice has the quality to move people. If he sings folk songs with a voice like his, it's like a blessing from God."
"I can't envy you."
"If you don't believe it, just look at everyone's reaction."
Ma Yang looked at everyone in the venue.
When Zhang Yuan was singing before, everyone was drinking and chatting. Although they were listening, it was obviously just as ordinary background sound.
But after Chen Lei came on stage to sing, everyone seemed to freeze.
Everyone was drinking in silence with their wine glasses in hand. No one spoke or chatted anymore. A few people stared at Chen Lei on the stage blankly, wondering what kind of memories were evoked by the singing.
Zhang Yuan sighed: "Brother Ma, where did you meet such a good young talent?"
Ma Yang was silent for a moment: "...he came to the door himself."
Zhang Yuan: "Then this is a bit of a coincidence."
"It's actually not a coincidence," Ma Yang said, "He said he heard you singing outside and thought he must be better than you, so he mustered up 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?"
Chapter completed!