To become the richest man from the beginning of the game

Chapter 154 Give the Singer a Rake (Addition 810 for the Fat Chicken Gangster Baiyin League)

In the evening, Moyu Internet Cafe.

The Internet cafe, which was originally a little crowded, suddenly had a lot of customers.

Many young people walked into the Internet cafe in groups of three and four, and some people repeatedly observed outside to confirm that the location was correct before opening the door.

"Are you sure it's here? Why isn't there even a sign?"

"That's right, this is it."

"Then there is a neat row of computers here, what are they for?"

"It's not just a bar, it's also online."

"Can I still go online?... Why don't I go to an Internet cafe when I go online? I'm here for a drink."

"You can also drink, and the drinks are better than ordinary bars. The main reason is to listen to music, listen to music!"

"Is it really that good?"

"Anyway, it's different from the resident singers in other bars, you'll know it when you hear it."

At the door, several young people pushed the door and entered.

The waiter immediately led them to their seats with smiles on their faces, and after handing them hand towels, they politely asked what drinks they wanted.

The most active person in this group was a fashionable young girl. After everyone finished ordering drinks, she began to happily share with everyone how she discovered this treasure location.

"Do you know how I found out about this place?"

"Actually, I passed by here before, but when I looked at the menu outside, I found that everything was very expensive, and there were no people inside, so I didn't go in."

"Finally, I passed by by chance last week and heard someone singing!"

"I was just off work at the time, and I came in after listening at the door for a while, ordered a glass of wine, and heard the end of the night!"

"It's really nice, and it's not that loud style, but it's very light and leisurely, with a little bit of sadness. It's very special to have a glass of wine."

"And after I came here a few times, I realized that although this place is expensive, the service is really good. The waiter is so considerate, you don't even need to shout, just take a look at him, and he will come over immediately. It's really great. Comfortable!"

Someone interjected: "Really? Could it be 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 job conscientiously and keeping an eye on the customer. He can understand from the subtle body movements of the customer that he needs help, and he will come over immediately."

"And the waiters here don't talk nonsense, and they don't sell you drinks or ask you to apply for a card. They are very polite."

"Later, I also came over during the day to order 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 my family lives nearby. I didn't go to school after graduating from high school, and I have been making music at home."

"I don't know how this store got such a big baby."

"Hurry up to the stands! Here we come!"

As soon as Chen Lei took the 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 to adjust the microphone, and plucked the guitar a few times, pretending not to hear it, causing the audience to laugh lowly.

There were no courtesies and pleasantries, and no warm-up speeches. Chen Lei was a man of few words.

I just cleared my throat and sang softly into the microphone 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 is flowing in the Internet cafe.

The audience in the audience was silent while drinking in this atmosphere.

"sounds so good."

"It's obviously very different from the original version, but it tastes very similar."

"Chen Lei is like this. Every song he sings has a strong personal style. It's the kind that makes people very relaxed, but carefully tasted, and a little bit sentimental."

"very nice."

A man with vicissitudes took a sip of wine, looked at the blurred lights outside the curtain wall at night, and didn't know what kind of memories were evoked by the lights.

Suddenly, he looked at the wine glass in his hand with some doubts.

"What's wrong?" asked the girl next to her.

The man took another sip.

"This wine...is it real wine?"

The female companion laughed "puchi": "Aren't you talking nonsense, he has a serious business license, and he sells fake wine to deceive you?"

The man shook his head: "You don't understand. Now in many bars, it's very common for this kind of expensive wine to be bottled. The original price of a few hundred yuan of wine can be sold for one or two hundred yuan in an empty bottle. How many people can drink it when it is made into a cocktail?"

"This is not considered fake wine, it can only be called 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 stomach will be the same after drinking it."

The female companion still didn't believe it: "Then you can drink it?"

The man smiled: "Of course. Wines worth a few hundred yuan and wines worth one or two hundred yuan are both real wines, but the taste must be different. Otherwise, why would they sell them 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, then looked at Chen Lei who was singing in the stands: "This place is really interesting."

"I can invite a few old friends to play with me some other day."

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bar.

Ma Yang drank slowly with a glass of wine, looked at Chen Lei who was singing on the stage, and said with emotion: "It seems...it is indeed better than you in singing."

Zhang Yuan said convincingly: "Yes. Brother Ma, you just heard it now?"

Ma Yang shook his head very sincerely: "I didn't hear it, 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 piercing my heart?"

Zhang Yuan is simply MMP, but Chen Lei is a godsend to eat. Is it interesting to always say that he sings better than me!

"So, how on earth do we pay him?"

Ma Yang asked a very serious question.

Last week, after hearing Zhang Yuan sing, Chen Lei inexplicably gained confidence and volunteered to sing on stage.

After singing, the effect was very obvious, Ma Yang immediately asked him to stay without saying a word, and tried singing for a week first.

If he is satisfied after a week, he will sign a formal contract. If he is not satisfied, he will be given 1000 yuan for hard work and leave.

Now that a week has come, Ma Yang is very satisfied with Chen Lei.

But I encountered a problem, that is, the salary.

"What is the proper salary for a resident singer in a general bar?" Ma Yang considered whether he could refer to the bar's salary standard.

Zhang Yuanmen is clear about this matter, after all, he did this before.

"Brother Ma, the resident singers in small bars usually only cost about [-] yuan a month. Of course, those are little famous singers."

"The specific money depends on the level of the bar, the popularity of the singer, and how much the boss is willing to open."

"Some big bars have a lot of customers, and many singers can even sing for free in order to become famous; conversely, small bars have some well-known resident singers, so naturally they have to pay more."

"According to Chen Lei's level, I don't think it's too much to give four or five thousand, or even less."

Four or five thousand...

Ma Yang hesitated.

"This... It's not that I'm reluctant to part with the money, nor is it that I think Chen Lei is not worth the money."

"The main reason is that our Internet cafe is still losing money."

"Do you think this is okay? Let's give him a basic salary of 1500 yuan, and everything else will be commissioned."

Zhang Yuan was stunned: "Cost? Where do you get it from?"

Ma Yang pointed to the wine on the bar: "Drink it from the drink. From now on, we will tell the customers clearly that during the concert, half of the profit from the drink will be given to Chen Lei."

Zhang Yuan took a deep breath: "Brother Ma, isn't it a little too hard to smoke half of it?"

"It's okay, we couldn't sell much alcohol..." Ma Yang didn't care.

Zhang Yuan was speechless for a while: "That's right, and what we sell are all real wine, and the profit is not that high."

"If you think about it this way, it's still acceptable..."

According to the general bar model, drinks are the main profit.

Many bars, nightclubs, and KTVs are more or less adulterated, such as XO. It is quite common to recycle expensive bottles and refill them with cheap alcohol before selling them.

With such a selling method, drinks are huge profits.

But from the very beginning of Moyu Internet Cafe, Mr. Pei has made repeated orders, all drinks must be real, let alone fake wine, not a drop of low-quality wine can be mixed.

If you say what kind of wine to sell, then it must be what kind of wine.

So they all sell alcohol. Although the price of Moyu Internet Cafe includes profit in the price, the profit is simply incomparable with other bars.

What's more, with the current flow of people, not much can be sold in a day.

Zhang Yuan thought for a while: "Then Ma, you can decide. I think the commission is fine, and maybe it can drive some wine sales."

Ma Yang immediately made a decision: "Okay, then it's settled. After Chen Lei finishes singing tonight, I will tell him, and 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 batch of new menus, and put a bracket behind the price of each glass of wine, and write Chen Lei in the brackets." money that can be drawn.”

"For example, Northern Lights cocktail, if we sell a glass of 60 yuan, the cost will be about 30 yuan, plus the cost of venue and labor, assuming our cost is 40 yuan, the profit is 20 yuan, half of which will be given to Chen Lei , that’s 10 yuan.”

"When the time comes, write (60) directly after the price of the Northern Lights cocktail 10, so that everyone will know that this glass of wine gave Chen Lei a commission of 10 yuan."

Ma Yang frowned, a little hesitant: "In this way, will everyone guess our approximate profit?"

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "Brother Ma, even if you don't write it, won't others know your profit? You can find the prices of these wines online."

"Most people who come to the bar to drink are well aware of the profits here, but the whole industry is like this, and no one will take it seriously."

"We wrote down the commission we give to singers, and it also shows that we are very kind to singers and very generous."

Ma Yang suddenly said: "Oh, that's right! Then I think this method is good, so let's do it like this!"

　Continue to ask for a monthly ticket~~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)