Chapter 153 Give the singer a cut (for the fat chicken boss Baiyin League 8/10)
In the evening, visit the Internet cafe.
Internet cafes that were originally deserted suddenly had a lot of customers.
Many young people walked to the Internet cafe in groups, and some people looked outside repeatedly to confirm that the location was correct before opening the door.
"Are you sure this is here? Why isn't there even a sign?"
"Yes, that's it."
"Then there are neat rows of computers here. What are they for?"
“This is not only a bar, but also has internet access.”
"Can I still surf the Internet?...Why don't I go to an Internet cafe to surf the Internet? I'm here to drink."
"You can also drink, and the drinks are better than ordinary bars. The main reason is to listen to music!"
"Is it really that nice to hear?"
"Anyway, it's different from the resident singers in other bars. You'll know after listening to it."
At the door, several young people pushed the door open and entered.
The waiter immediately ushered them to their seats with a smile on their faces, handed them hand towels, and politely asked them what drinks they would like to order.
The most active person in the group was a young girl dressed fashionably. After everyone had ordered their drinks, she began to happily explain to everyone how she discovered this treasure location.
"Do you know how I found this place?"
"Actually, I've passed by here before, but after looking at the menu outside, I found that the items were all very expensive and it was deserted with no one inside, so I didn't go in."
"But I happened to pass by it last week and heard someone singing!"
"I happened to get off work at the time, so I listened at the door for a while and then came in, ordered a glass of wine, and heard the show ending in the evening!"
"It's really nice to listen to. It's not a very noisy style, but it's very light, very leisurely, with a little bit of sadness. It's particularly interesting when you drink a glass of wine."
"And after coming here a few times, I realized that although this place is expensive, the service is really good. The waiter is so attentive. You don't even need to shout. Just look at him and he will come over immediately. It's really great."
Feeling 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 duty and keeping an eye on the customer the whole time. He can understand from the subtle body movements of the customer that he needs help and come over immediately."
"And the waiters here don't say any nonsense, they don't try to sell you drinks, and they ask you to apply for a card. They are very polite."
"Later, I came here during the day, ordered a cup of coffee, and read a book. It was quite pleasant."
"Don't worry, the singer should be here soon."
"My name is Chen Lei. It is said that I live nearby. I didn't go to school after graduating from high school. I have been doing music at home."
“I don’t know how this store managed to find such a big treasure.”
"Come to the stands! It's coming, it's coming!"
As soon as Chen Lei came on stage with his guitar in his arms, there were several cheers from the audience, and a girl shouted: "Chen Lei, I love you!"
Chen Lei blushed, sat down on the stage, adjusted the microphone, and strummed the guitar a few times, pretending not to hear, which caused a burst of laughter from the audience.
There was no courtesy or greetings, and no opening remarks. Chen Lei was a person who was not good at words.
He just cleared his throat, sang softly into the microphone along 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 in the audience drank wine and remained silent in this atmosphere.
"sounds so good."
"It's obviously very different from the original version, but it still tastes very similar."
"Chen Lei is like this. No matter what song he sings, he has a strong personal style. It is the kind that makes people very relaxed, but when you taste it carefully, it also has a touch of sentimentality."
"very nice."
A slightly aged man took a sip of wine and looked at the blurry lights at night outside the curtain wall. He didn't know what kind of memories were evoked by the lights.
Suddenly, he looked at the wine glass in his hand with some confusion.
"What's wrong?" asked the female companion next to her.
The man took another sip.
"This wine...is actually real wine?"
The female companion laughed: "Aren't you talking nonsense? I have a serious business license, but I'm selling fake wine to deceive you?"
The man shook his head: "You don't understand. Nowadays, in many bars, it is very common for this kind of expensive wine to be filled. The original price of wine is a few hundred yuan, and the wine that is filled with one or two hundred yuan into an empty bottle is still sold.
How many people can make a cocktail and drink it?"
"This is not considered fake wine, it can only be said to be cheap. If you drink fake wine, you will get sick and may even be sent to the hospital, but cheap wine will taste slightly different in your mouth and the same in your stomach."
The female companion still didn't believe it: "Then you can drink it?"
The man smiled and said, "Of course. Even though the wine costing a few hundred yuan and the wine costing one or two hundred yuan are both real wines, the taste must be different. Otherwise, why would people sell it for hundreds of yuan?"
"Anyone who knows a little bit about wine can feel the difference."
He gently shook the wine glass in his hand and looked at Chen Lei who was singing in the stands: "This place is really interesting."
"We can invite some old friends to play together some other time."
…
Bar counter.
Ma Yang took a glass of wine and drank it slowly. He looked at Chen Lei singing on the stage and said with emotion: "It seems... he really can sing better than you."
Zhang Yuan said sincerely: "Yes. Brother Ma, you just heard it now?"
Ma Yang shook his head very sincerely: "I didn't hear it, but I saw it. When you sang, 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 please stop hurting me?"
Zhang Yuan is simply MMP, Chen Lei is just a gift from God, why is it interesting that he always accuses him of singing better than me?
"So, how do we pay him a salary?"
Ma Yang asked a very serious question.
Last week, after hearing Zhang Yuan sing, Chen Lei somehow gained confidence and volunteered to sing on stage.
After singing, the effect was so obvious that Ma Yang immediately asked him to stay and try singing for a week without saying a word.
If he is satisfied after a week, he will sign a formal contract. If he is not satisfied, he will be given a thousand yuan as a hard-earned fee and left.
Now that a week has come, Ma Yang is very satisfied with Chen Lei.
But I encountered a problem, which was the matter of payroll.
"What is the appropriate salary for a regular bar singer?" Ma Yang considered whether he could refer to the bar's salary standards.
Zhang Yuanmen is clear about this, after all, he has done this before.
"Brother Ma, the average resident singer in a small bar may only cost about 3,000 yuan a month. Of course, those are little-known singers."
"The specific money depends on the level of the bar, the popularity of the singer, and how much the owner is willing to open."
"Some big bars have large customer flow, and many singers can even sing for free in order to become famous. On the other hand, if a small bar hires a resident singer with some reputation, they will naturally have to pay more."
"Ordinarily, for Chen Lei's level, I think it's not too much to give him four to five thousand, or even less."
Four to five thousand...
Ma Yang hesitated.
"This...it's not that I don't want to give up money, nor that I think Chen Lei is not worth the money."
"The main thing is that our Internet cafe is still losing money."
"Do you think this is okay? Let's give him a basic salary of 1,500 yuan, and take a commission on everything else."
Zhang Yuan was stunned: "Get the commission? Where do you get it from?"
Ma Yang pointed to the wine on the bar: "Pump it from the drinks. From now on, we will make it clear to the customers that half of the profits from the drinks during the concert will be given to Chen Lei."
Zhang Yuan took a breath: "Brother Ma, isn't half a stroke too harsh?"
"It's okay, we can't sell much drinks to begin with..." Ma Yang didn't care.
Zhang Yuan was speechless for a moment: "That's right, and what we sell is real wine, so the profit is not that high."
"If you think about it this way, it's quite acceptable..."
If we follow the model of a general bar, drinks are the main profit.
Many bars, nightclubs, KTVs, etc., have some degree of adulteration. For example, like XO, it is quite common to recycle expensive bottles, fill them with cheap wine and then sell them.
With this sales method, drinks are huge profits.
However, from the very beginning of Moyu Internet Cafe, Mr. Pei has given repeated orders that all drinks must be genuine, not to mention fake wine, and not a drop of low-quality wine can be mixed.
When it comes to selling wine, it must be that wine.
So they all sell alcohol. Although the prices at Moyu Internet Cafe include profits, the profits are simply incomparable with other bars.
What's more, with the current amount of traffic, we can't sell much in a day.
Zhang Yuan thought for a while: "Brother Ma, it's up to you. I think it's okay to take a commission, and maybe it can also drive some sales of drinks."
Ma Yang immediately agreed: "Okay, that's it. I'll tell Chen Lei after he finishes singing tonight, and 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 put a bracket after the price of each glass of wine, and write Chen Lei in the bracket
The money you can get from it.”
"For example, if we sell the Northern Lights cocktail for 60 yuan a cup, the cost will be about 30 yuan. In addition to the cost of venue and labor, let's assume that our cost is 40 yuan and the profit is 20 yuan, half of which will be given to Chen Lei.
, that’s 10 yuan.”
"When the time comes, just write (10) after the price of Northern Lights Cocktail 60, so that everyone will know that this glass of wine gave Chen Lei a commission of 10 yuan."
Ma Yangyi frowned and hesitated: "In this way, will everyone guess our approximate profit?"
Zhang Yuan shook his head: "Brother Ma, even if you don't write it, don't others know your profit? You can find the prices of these wines by searching online."
"Most people who come to bars to drink are well aware of the profits, but this is true of the entire industry, and no one takes it seriously."
"We write down the commission for the singers, and it seems that we treat the singers very well and are very generous."
Ma Yang suddenly realized: "Oh, that's right! Then I think this method is good, so let's do it!"
