Almighty Star Daddy

"Are they all old? Where are they? We just went to the end of the world like this." After the last sentence was sung, the lingering voice lingered slowly and slowly, Han Mo interprets the song in his own way, simple, sincere, moving Heart and mind.

Han Mo is cold on the outside but a person with delicate emotions on the inside. He likes songs like this, telling stories quietly and expressing his emotions.

The singing has ended, and people are still immersed in the beautiful melody and intoxicated by it. It seems that they are still waiting for something, waiting for the next syllable to sound, one second, two seconds... The bar was silent until they realized that the singing was really over, and they raised their hands together and beat hard, The bar burst into applause.

Meng Chen stood up. He was about the same height as Han Mo, but he was fatter than Han Mo. He walked aggressively. The bartender watched the boss walk towards Han Mo and couldn't help sweating for him. Without daring to look, he walked sideways and secretly aimed in the direction of the stage.

"Dude, you sing well." Meng Chen walked up to Han Mo like a moving armored vehicle. His voice was rough and matched with his figure. Most people didn't need to say anything, but they were scared away when they saw Meng Chen's aura.

Han Mo calmly put down the guitar and moved his eyes to the other person's body. The style of dressing and temperament is very similar to the style of bar decoration. Han Mo guessed that this person is the owner of the bar.

After the end of the music, Shen'er calmed down, and the audience was boiling, cheering, shouting, they had not heard such a beautiful voice for a long time, and there was a lot of voices for a while.

"One more, one more."

"One song is not enough! Sing another song."

"Lao Meng has such an awesome character to be released to us today. It's not authentic."

Everyone said different things, but the content was similar. They still had to listen, but they didn’t listen enough. During the hustle and bustle, everyone focused their attention on the stage, for fear that the guy would run away after a while. Many regulars in the bar were originally Lao Meng's friends, everyone is arguing and there is no estimate.

Only a young man sitting in the corner bowed his head after singing and started messing with his own affairs.

"This guy sings really well, hey, what are you doing, Shoko?"

"Upload the video." Zhang Xiang didn't look up, his fat fingers pointed on the screen, watching the progress bar complete, a fat smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Xiang has just uploaded the recorded video to the Internet, and Zhang Xiang is very much looking forward to it. He often shares some videos on station C, but the response is mediocre. He has been struggling desperately to become a small Internet celebrity, obviously to no avail.

"Come on, you'd better listen to the song. As far as your popularity is concerned, you don't have a lot of hits. The first condition for an internet celebrity is to be handsome. Look, just like the guy on stage."

Zhang Xiang's heart is bitter, but Zhang Xiang doesn't say it, he is always ridiculed by his besties, and he justified himself at first, but now he doesn't fight anymore. He originally wanted to make himself more popular by the performance of this buddy on stage, but he looked at his own upload again. On the page of the video, he sighed, shook his head, turned off his phone, picked up the glass and took a sip of wine.

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Meng Chen also wanted to listen to one more song, but obviously not now. He wanted to keep the talent in front of him. He hadn't heard such a pure and good voice for a long time. Meng Chen's lethal face squeezed out a very Uncoordinated and polite smile, "It's too noisy here, why don't we go inside and talk?"

Han Mo politely hummed and followed Meng Chen to the depths of the bar. His departure caused a commotion. The guests at the bar didn't want Han Mo to leave like this. They haven't heard enough yet. mood.

Han Mo followed Meng Chen into the room deep in the corridor. As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of him. This was not an office, but a rehearsal room. The wall opposite the door was full of guitars.

The spotlight shines brightly on the piano box, and a set of drums, bass, keyboards and other instruments are placed on the other side. The ground in front is full of various effect devices, surrounded by The speakers were installed, probably because the music in the bar would not interfere with each other during rehearsal, so soundproof panels were installed on all four walls.

A set of black leather sofas was displayed at the far end of the room. Meng Chen sat on the sofa and waved his hand to signal Han Mo to sit down too.

He could clearly feel that the leather sofa vibrated and squeaked when Meng Chen sat down. The place where he sat collapsed into a big hole. Han Mo glanced at the sofa and sat on the single sofa opposite Meng Chen.

"My name is Meng Chen, and I'm the owner of this bar." Meng Chen is a typical rock native from Beidu. He has a very casual personality, speaks carelessly, has a loud voice, and has a straight temper.

"Well, I know." Han Mo said lightly.

Meng Chen lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, then took out another from the cigarette case and handed it to Han Mo, who waved his hand and refused.

"It's better if you know it. You sang well, the song is original." Meng Chen smiled heartlessly, and put the rejected cigarette back into the cigarette case.

Han Mo nodded lightly.

"It's really good, I didn't expect you to be able to sing and write at a young age." Meng Chen was very fond of the young man in front of him. Although he only heard him sing a song and said a few words, he boasted that He is very accurate, this kid likes him very much, Meng Chen said with the corners of his mouth hooked, "I will come to work tomorrow, 2000 a day, all year round, you know we are a bar, as long as I don't close the door, we all have to go to work, But in special circumstances, you can ask me for leave in advance, so it’s easy to talk.”

Two thousand a day, Han Mo was shocked when he heard this number, it was more than what the bartender said, sixty thousand a month, but...all year round, Han Mo couldn't help frowning, "Go to work. What about time? Can it be freely adjusted?" He knew that this question was almost impossible and a bit stupid, but he couldn't help but ask.

Meng Chen's laughter echoed in the huge room, and he said carelessly, "Dude, are you kidding me? Can the guests let you control yourselves freely? You are free during the day, and you must be here at night." Resolute that cannot be changed.

Han Mo didn't speak anymore, he was silent. If the child's mother is on a business trip, the little guy can't be left unattended at night. The time is not suitable. Although the salary is high, it is very exciting, but he makes money for the little guy. The first one.

Seeing that the other party did not agree immediately, Meng Chen's reaction to Han Mo was rather strange. No singer in a bar in the North would refuse such a high salary. In the past, others had sharpened their heads to come, and he didn't like it. Meng Chen looked fierce to outsiders, but he was actually a very talkative person for his temper. He pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Why, buddy, do you think the money is too little? This salary is in a bar in Beidu, you can go and ask about it, There are people who are taller than me, how much he gives, I give double."

Han Mo shook his head lightly and said, "It's not about money."