In the evening, at Fish-Catching Internet Cafe …
The originally deserted internet cafe suddenly had a lot of customers.
Many young people walked into the internet cafe in groups of three or four. Some people looked outside repeatedly to confirm that they were in the right place before pushing the door open.
"Are you sure this is the place? Why isn't there a sign? "
"That's right, this is the place."
"There's a neat row of computers here. What's that for?"
"This is not just a bar. You can also surf the internet."
"You can surf the internet? … Why wouldn't I go to an internet cafe? I'm here to drink. "
"You can drink too. What's more, the drinks are better than ordinary bars. I'm mainly here to listen to songs, to listen to songs!"
"Is it really that good?"
"Anyway, it's different from the resident singers in other bars. You'll know once you listen."
A few young people pushed the door open and entered.
The waiter immediately led them to their seats with smiles on his face. After handing them towels to wipe their hands, he politely asked if they wanted to order any drinks.
The most active person in the group was a fashionably dressed young lady. After everyone had ordered their drinks, she began to excitedly explain to everyone how she discovered the location of the treasure.
"Do you know how I found this place?
"Actually, I passed by this place before. However, when I looked at the menu outside, I realized that everything was very expensive. There were not many people inside, and so I didn't go in.
"Then, I happened to pass by last week and heard someone singing!
"I just got off work then. I listened for a while at the door and then came in. I ordered a glass of wine and listened until the end of the night!
"It was really too good. What's more, it wasn't a very noisy style. It was very calm and leisurely, with a hint of melancholy. Then, I drank a glass of wine. It was especially good.
"What's more, after coming here a few times, I realized that although this place is expensive, the service is really good. The waiter is really meticulous. You don't even need to shout. You just have to look at him, and he will come over immediately. It's really comfortable! "
Someone interrupted, "Are you serious? Could it be that the waiter can read minds? "
The young lady glanced at him. "Of course not. This means that the waiter is very responsible and keeps an eye on the customer the entire time. He can tell from the customer's subtle body movements that he needs help and immediately come over.
"Also, the waiters here don't talk nonsense. They don't promote drinks or ask you to apply for a card. They are very polite."
"After that, I came over during the day. I ordered a cup of coffee and read a book. It was quite relaxing."
"Don't worry, the singer should be here soon."
"His name is Chen Lei. I heard that he lives nearby. After graduating from high school, he did not go to school and has been working on music at home."
"I wonder how this shop managed to get such a treasure."
"Look at the stage! They're coming! "
The moment Chen Lei went on stage with his guitar, a few cheers came from the audience. There was even a girl shouting, "Chen Lei, I love you!"
Chen Lei's face turned red. He sat down on the stage and adjusted the microphone. Then, he strummed the guitar a few times and pretended not to hear anything, causing the audience to laugh.
There were no pleasantries or pleasantries, and there was no warm-up speech either. Chen Lei was not a man of many words.
He just cleared his throat and sang softly into the microphone, accompanied by the sound of the guitar.
"The lights are out/The moon is a lonely eye/Watching quietly/Who can't sleep alone …"
A melodious melody flowed through the internet cafe.
The audience below the stage drank their wine and remained silent in this atmosphere.
"It's really nice."
"It's very different from the original version, but the taste is very similar."
"Chen Lei is like this. No matter what he sings, he has a strong personal style. It's the kind that makes people feel relaxed, but if you think about it carefully, there's a touch of sadness."
"That's really nice."
A slightly weathered man took a sip of his alcohol and looked at the blurry lights outside the curtain wall. It was unknown what kind of memories the lights had evoked.
Suddenly, he looked at the glass of alcohol in his hand with some doubt.
"What's wrong?" his female companion asked.
The man took another sip.
"This alcohol … it's actually real alcohol?"
His female companion burst out laughing. "Isn't that obvious? He has a legitimate business license. Why would he sell fake alcohol to cheat you?"
The man shook his head. "You don't understand. Nowadays, it's very common for such expensive alcohol to be bottled in many bars. The original price of alcohol is a few hundred dollars. You can pour one or two hundred dollars into an empty bottle and sell it. How many people can drink it if you mix it into a cocktail?
"This is not considered fake alcohol. It's just cheap stuff. If you drink fake alcohol, you might even be sent to the hospital. However, cheap stuff only tastes slightly different in the mouth. It's the same in the stomach. "
His female companion still did not believe him. "You can taste it?"
The man smiled. "Of course. Alcohol that costs a few hundred dollars and alcohol that costs one or two hundred dollars — although both are real alcohol, there's definitely a difference in taste. Otherwise, why would people sell it for a few hundred dollars?
"Anyone who knows a little about alcohol would be able to taste the difference."
He gently swirled the glass in his hand and looked at Chen Lei, who was singing on the stage. "This place is really interesting.
I can call a few old friends over to play some other day. "
…
At the bar …
Ma Yang held a glass of alcohol and drank slowly. He looked at Chen Lei, who was singing on the stage, and said, "It seems … he sings better than you."
Zhang Yuan said sincerely, "That's right. Brother Ma, you only realized it now? "
Ma Yang shook his head very honestly. "I didn't realize it, but I could see it. When you sing, there aren't so many people listening to you. There aren't so many people ordering alcohol, and everyone isn't so serious … "
Zhang Yuan, "… Brother Ma, on account of this glass of alcohol, can you not hurt my feelings?"
Zhang Yuan was cursing. Chen Lei was a gift from the heavens. What's the point of always using him to say that he sings better than me?
"So, how exactly are we going to pay him?"
Ma Yang asked a very serious question.
Last week, after hearing Zhang Yuan sing, Chen Lei had inexplicably gained confidence and volunteered to sing on stage.
After he sang, the effect was very obvious. Ma Yang immediately asked Chen Lei to stay and audition for a week.
If Chen Lei was satisfied after a week, they would sign a formal contract. If not, they would give Chen Lei a thousand yuan and leave.
Now that a week had passed, Ma Yang was very satisfied with Chen Lei.
However, he encountered a problem — his salary.
"What's a suitable salary for a resident singer in a bar?" Ma Yang thought about whether he could refer to the standard salary of a bar.
Zhang Yuan was very clear about this. After all, he had been doing this before.
"Brother Ma, a resident singer in a small bar might only earn about three thousand yuan a month. Of course, those are small singers who are not very famous.
"As for the exact amount, it depends on the level of the bar, the popularity of the singer, and how much the boss is willing to pay.
"Some big bars have a lot of customers. Many singers can even sing there for free in order to become famous. On the other hand, if a small bar wants to hire a resident singer who is famous, they naturally have to pay more.
"Given Chen Lei's standard, I don't think it's too much to pay him four or five thousand yuan. In fact, it might even be too little."
Four or five thousand yuan …
Ma Yang hesitated.
"This … it's not that I can't bear to part with the money, and it's not that I don't think Chen Lei is worth it.
The main thing is that our internet cafe is still incurring losses.
"What do you think about this? Let's give him a basic salary of 1,500 yuan. As for the rest, we'll take a cut."
Zhang Yuan was stunned. "Cut? From where? "
Ma Yang pointed at the alcohol on the bar counter. "From the alcohol. In the future, we'll tell the customers that half of the profits from the alcohol will be given to Chen Lei. "
Zhang Yuan sucked in a breath of cold air. "Brother Ma, isn't half a bit too much?"
"It's alright. We can't sell that much alcohol anyway …" Ma Yang did not seem to care.
Zhang Yuan was speechless. "That's true. What's more, we're selling real alcohol. The profits won't be that high.
"If you think about it that way, it's still acceptable …"
If they followed the model of an ordinary bar, alcohol would be the main source of profit.
Many bars, nightclubs, KTVs, and the like would more or less have some cases of adulteration. For example, XO would recycle expensive bottles and replace them with cheap alcohol before selling them. That was a very common phenomenon.
Selling alcohol in such a way would make huge profits.
However, from the very beginning, Boss Pei had ordered Fish-Catching Internet Cafe that all the alcohol had to be real. Fake alcohol aside, not even a drop of low-quality alcohol could be mixed in.
Whatever kind of alcohol they were selling, it had to be the same kind of alcohol.
Thus, they were all selling alcohol. Although Fish-Catching Internet Cafe's pricing included profits, their profits could not be compared to other bars.
What's more, given the current traffic, they would not be able to sell much alcohol in a day.
Zhang Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Ma, you decide, then. I think taking a cut is fine. For all we know, we might be able to increase the sales of our alcohol."
Ma Yang immediately decided. "Alright, it's settled, then. I'll talk to Chen Lei after he finishes singing tonight. I think he would definitely agree.
"If we really want to do that, I have a suggestion." Zhang Yuan suddenly thought of an idea. "Let's make a new menu. Every drink's price would be marked in parentheses. In the parentheses, write down Chen Lei's cut.
"Take the Northern Lights cocktail for example. If we sell it for sixty yuan per drink, our cost would be about thirty yuan. Including the cost of the venue and manpower, let's say that our cost is forty yuan and our profit is twenty yuan. If we give half of it to Chen Lei, that would be ten yuan.
"When the time comes, we can write a (ten) behind the price of the Northern Lights cocktail. That way, everyone would know that Chen Lei is taking a cut of ten yuan for each drink."
Ma Yang frowned and hesitated. "If that's the case, would everyone be able to guess our approximate profit?"
Zhang Yuan shook his head. "Brother Ma, even if you don't write, will others not know about your profits? The prices of these wines can be easily found on the internet. "
"Most of the people who come to the bar to drink are well aware of the profits here, but the entire industry is like this, so no one will take it seriously."
"Let's write down the commission for the singers so that we can show that we are very good to the singers and are very generous."
Ma Yang was enlightened. "Oh, that's right! I think this is a good idea. Let's do it! "
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