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at night.

Touch Fish Internet Cafe, flagship store.

Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan were sitting near the window, drinking wine, and watching the sparse guests. They always felt the atmosphere, a little sad from it.

Still no guests!

Now, there are two more Moyu Internet Cafes under renovation, and they should be officially open soon.

However, the flagship store of Moyu Internet Cafe is still at a steady loss.

The turnover has stabilized, and many regular customers have even met the clerks, but no matter how calculated, this person cannot support the operating cost of Moyu Internet Cafe.

Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan, a general manager of Moyu Internet Cafe and a regional manager of Jingzhou Moyu Internet Cafe, are toasting at this moment.

Zhang Yuan drank the wine in front of him: "I'll sing two more songs."

Ma Yang reached out to stop him: "Forget it, nobody sings to listen ..."

Including them, sitting and drinking, there were only eight people.

Zhang Yuan still stood up: "It's okay, whisper two throats, and troubleshoot."

On the stage, Zhang Yuan played the guitar twice as before, thinking about what to sing today.

As for the drinks below, they are basically regulars, so I'm not too surprised.

Besides, which Internet cafe does not have a singer? This is nothing new.

When Moyu Internet Cafe just opened, Zhang Yuan sang vigorously every night, but it was useless. Although it did increase the popularity a little, it was quite limited.

Over time, he sang less and less. Today, it was only under the influence of alcohol that he woke up on the stage and re-entered the stage.

Zhang Yuan didn't say anything polite. After debugging the equipment, he started singing.

Singing can't be said to be a sound of nature, but it's pretty good. After all, it was originally a resident singer in a bar, and his throat was definitely not bad.

The low, hoarse voice came out leisurely.

Zhang Yuan also tried to sing that kind of fierce rock and roll before, but soon found out that the scene didn't cooperate at all, not at all hi.

So later he sang slower songs, or folk songs.

In this way, at least the scene will not be particularly awkward.

While drinking, Ma Yang listened to Zhang Yuan's singing, and she was a little stunned.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was an indistinct figure outside the glass curtain wall, hesitating at the door.

It is now night. The lights in the Internet cafe are brighter than the outside. The inside scene can be clearly seen from the outside, but it is not very clear from the inside.

But I did see a personal figure hovering at the door.

"A new guest?"

"And hesitating, that means you can fight for it!"

Ma Yang was instantly energized.

Although he is now expensive as the general manager of Moyu Internet Cafe, who said that the general manager cannot solicit guests?

Ma Yang, the general manager, has nothing at all.

Opening the door of the Internet cafe, Ma Yang looked up and said, "Brother, come in and play?"

The little brother standing at the door was obviously frightened. He was still hesitating at the door. As a result, one did not notice that the door opened, and his face was so long.

The brother lowered his head a little embarrassedly: "I ... I'm not here to surf the Internet."

"It doesn't matter, drinking is OK." Ma Yang was still enthusiastic.

He looked carefully at the younger brother. It looked a little shabby, his hair was messy, and his clothes looked a little old, but he was neat.

Brother scratched his messy hair: "I ... I want to ask, is there a singer here?"

Ma Yang: "..."

A little disappointed.

We have no shortage of wage earners and customers!

No guest, how can you sing well?

Seeing Ma Yang's long face collapsed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, the brother quickly said, "I think I sing better than that person, so I wanted to try it."

Ma Yang thought about it, it seemed to work.

Zhang Yuan can now be regarded as the regional manager of Jingzhou, which can still sing on stage every day.

It's not bad to hire a singer.

"Okay, what's your name?"

"Chen Lei."

"Come, come in."

Ma Yang led Chen Lei to Moyuwangcai and found a seat.

After a while, Zhang Yuan sang another song and stepped down to rest.

Ma Yang pointed to the stage: "Go, don't be nervous."

Ma Yang didn't have any music cells at all, and it didn't sound good or bad. I thought that as long as the younger brother could sing well, he could barely take Zhang Yuan's class.

Zhang Yuangang poured a glass of water to drink and turned around to find that his seat on the stage was occupied.

An unseen brother is playing the guitar on the stage, watching the posture is ready to sing.

Zhang Yuan sat next to Ma Yang with a grimace: "Brother, who is this?"

"Called Chen Lei to come and apply for a singer. I'm thinking, if he can sing well, let him sing on the stage, you can rest more later."

Ma Yang was concerned: "After all, you have a heavy workload. Now a new bartender has been recruited. If you hire a singer, you can focus on the Internet cafe operation."

Zhang Yuan wanted to say that, in fact, he had nothing to do all day, but when he heard Ma Yang say that, he was a little moved.

Hey, no, we haven't recruited singers?

Zhang Yuangang wanted to ask this question, with a husky voice in Qing Ling already ringing in the Internet cafe.

"Spring flowers bloom with autumn winds and winter setting sun ..."

Zhang Yuanyi said: "I also sang an old song."

This song is so vocal that almost everyone has heard it.

However, at the moment Chen Lei spoke, almost everyone who was drinking was looking at the stage.

It's like a stream of clear water pouring down from the stage and wrapping everyone in it.

Zhang Yuan also stunned and hummed softly.

Ma Yang drank the wine and whispered: "I don't think you can sing well."

Zhang Yuan glanced at him helplessly: "Brother ... he sings much better than me."

"Really?" Ma Yang was a little surprised. "His voice can't go up, it can't go down, and where is it?"

Zhang Yuan felt like he was talking to chickens and ducks, but considering that Lao Ma is his own boss, he still has to smile.

"A good singing voice has something that touches people. Singing folk songs with his voice is like a special God's rewarding meal."

"Envy will not come."

"Don't believe it, look at everyone's reaction."

Ma Yang looked at the crowd in the field.

Before Zhang Yuan sang, everyone should drink and drink ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It should be a chat, although it was listening, but it was obviously just a general background sound.

But after Chen Lei sang on stage, everyone seemed to be frozen.

They all drank silently while holding wine glasses, and no one talked or chatted. A few people looked at Chen Lei on the stage stunned, not knowing what kind of memories were evoked by the singing.

Zhang Yuan said with emotion: "Brother, where did you come across such a good seed?"

Ma Yang was silent for a moment: "... he came to the door himself."

Zhang Yuan: "That's a bit of a coincidence."

"Indeed," Ma Yang said. "He said he heard you sing from the outside and felt that he must sing better than you. Then he got the courage to come in. I think this credit should mainly belong to you.

Zhang Yuan: "..."

"Brother, I have changed my mind, can I not hire him?"

"No."