Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 373
Time is like sand between fingers, you don't even know it has slipped away if you don't look at it.

In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

On this day, drinks at the "Cocktail" bar on the top floor of the Dahei Building are half price.

Plus it's Friday, so there are a lot of drinkers.

They are basically social animals, gathering together to complain to the boss, but they dare not make too much noise, for fear that the boss will also come to the bar to drink.

Chianti casually removed a poster at the entrance of the bar, "What is this? Skin care products? Can it stop the flow of time and rejuvenate?"

"Speaking of which, I often hear advertisements for this cosmetic recently, and many celebrities have endorsed it." Vodka glanced at the poster and recalled the overwhelming publicity during this period.

The financial resources are a bit scary, just a few days, it seems like all neon, everyone is using this skin care product.

But this skin care product has not been released yet. Are you really afraid of false publicity and a broken reputation?
Gin glanced at the poster, but did not comment. He knew it was the organization's handwriting.

"Don't forget our purpose today."

"Try a concert, right?" Chianti shrugged, "I have no problem, but you, Gin, if you stretch your hips again, will your salary be halved again?"

Qin Jiu's face turned black, he knew that Fu Jiang could really do such a thing.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could elder brother stretch his hips? Do you know how hard elder brother works? Do you know how much elder brother sweated and how much sleep time he used up?"

Vodka retorted angrily.

"I practice seven hours a day, how about you?" Chianti elbowed Cohn.

Cohen blushed and lowered his head, embarrassed to tell the truth.

Except for sniper training every day, he spends the rest of his time practicing musical instruments.

The momentum of the vodka was a little low, "I'm five hours, not bad, big brother, how about you?"

Gin's eyeballs rolled to the side where the vodka was, "Shut up, vodka."

He usually sleeps four hours a day, even if he doesn't sleep after practicing the musical instrument, he can't compare to it!

Vodka snorted, and then tried to reach out and pat Wei Young on the shoulder who was walking in front.

But in the end I didn't dare, although Wei Young's angry look would definitely look good, but... alas!
"Ma Yin, what about you?"

"No practice." Wei Young said briefly and honestly.

"Oh." Qin Jiu sneered, he had expected it.

"Oh, I see." Vodka hammered her palm hard, "Ma Yin is a qualified lead singer, but we dragged her down."

"Don't be disgusting." Chianti stuck out his tongue as if vomiting.

This vodka is somewhat sick, besides, isn't Ma Yin a man?Can plastic surgery also change personality by the way?
After entering the bar, Wei Young glanced at the bar counter, Kusuda Ludao, who lives in the bar, gave a thumbs up.

This meant that everything was ready, he had already arranged for Tor, and the atmosphere was guaranteed to be hot.

Several people entered the stage and adjusted the instruments that had been prepared.

"Huh? Is the boss going to sing today?" The bar was quiet for a moment, and then a lively discussion erupted immediately.

After all, after the bar became popular, the photo signboard of the bar had already been removed.

The new drinkers have basically never met Wei Young, and only listen to the old seniors who drank here a long time ago say how beautiful the boss here is.

The most important thing is that ten people can give ten different evaluations.

Some said she was a cold and charming girl, some said she was a strong woman who acted vigorously, and some said she was a young lady who was cold but spoke warmly.

This makes the female boss who rarely shows up a bit more mysterious.

And today, she's going to perform on stage with some odd-looking people.

When several people got ready, the noisy bar was visibly quiet.

The voices of talking in twos and threes were immediately silenced.

The bar is quiet, unable to start singing directly, start plan B.

Wei Young flicked the microphone, picked up the manuscript written by Kusuda Rudao unabashedly, and started the speech before the performance.

At the end of the reading, she handed over the manuscript to Gin Jiu. She personally is not suitable for this style of speaking.

Qin Jiu glanced at the manuscript and found the last sentence precisely.

He glared at Kusuda Rikudao, and handed the manuscript to Chianti.

The last sentence of Chianti's manuscript was scratched by his scalp, he scratched his hair a few times, and then stuffed it with vodka.

The eyes under the vodka sunglasses stared, trying to find someone else, but the only thing left was Cohen who lowered his head and remained silent.

Looking at the eyes of several other people who said "you give the manuscript to Cohen, I won't play with you in the future", Vodka bit the bullet and held up the manuscript.

Check it out, I'm reading a manuscript.

"What the hell are you doing!"

"That's right, it's almost over."

The drinkers yelled.

"Ahem." Vodka cleared his throat, "Thank you, everyone, for coming to listen to the first concert of our Black Crow band. I love you, Qiu, Qiu Mi."

The bar is quiet.

Immediately afterwards, it became even more noisy, and the atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic.

"vomit!"

"Awesome, big man, I would call you the thickest-skinned."

"I want to hear that silver-haired young lady read this sentence with a cold voice, with a bit of shyness and a bit of disdain!"

"Me too!"

"Reconsideration!"

"Imagine it, I'm fine."

Kusuda Ludao once again gave a thumbs up, he had expected this situation a long time ago, everything was in his plan.

In the heated atmosphere, Wei Young asked everyone if they were ready.

Gin closed his eyes coldly, just doing things with money.

Vodka grinned, indicating that he was fine.

Chianti plucked the strings, and the deep bass of the bass blended with the cheers of the on-site drinkers.

Cohen keeps his head down, there are too many people here, he can't, can't, breathe...
Looks like it's all set.

Wei Young reminded for the last time: "No matter what words I sing, you don't have to worry about it. Just play yourself well and just play according to the set sheet music."

This passage is mainly for Gin.

Moreover, it successfully aroused the bad premonition that flashed in Gin Jiu's heart from time to time.

"This time." Wei Young pulled the microphone closer, "It's for my friend Qin Jiu and his childhood sweetheart who abandoned him. Shirley, I hope you can hear this song."

Qin Jiu's eyes widened, and Wei Young's thin back became ferocious like a ghost at some point.

Oops!be cheated!There are private goods in the lyrics of this song!
……

Didi, Didi, Gin Jiu's cell phone kept ringing.

But Gin Jiu, who always answers the phone quickly, doesn't seem to have heard the ringtone.

"Brother, I have your phone." Vodka, who was driving, reminded.

"I can hear you." Gin had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't smoke it, nor did he answer the phone.

His intuition told him that there was no need to connect.

After a while, Vodka's phone rang. He opened the phone cover and took a look. It was Rum's.

He quickly picked up the phone, and after listening for a while, he nodded a few times and handed the phone to Gin.

"Brother, it's Rum calling, not Belmode, you can answer it with confidence."

The corner of Gin's eyes twitched, why did Vodka have to add an extra sentence?
"Hello?" He answered the phone.

"Time is money, I'm going to cut a long story short." Rum sighed, "Before Shirley defected."

Upon hearing the word Xue Li, Qin Jiu's right eyelid twitched wildly, "Fake."

"Hey, I deducted your salary at that time. After all, you did make a mistake, and the impact was very bad, which made me feel bad. However, I understand you too. Alas, you are also very difficult. I will supplement your salary. .”

After Rum finished speaking, he hung up the phone before Gin could open his mouth. Within a minute, a text message reminding him to transfer money was sent to his mobile phone.

Another text message followed, still from Rum.

[The gentleman said that he would tolerate your mistakes.Gin, that gentleman also gave you permission to bring Shirley back to the organization intact without harming her life. I am happy for you and look forward to your next concert. —— RUM]

happy for me?Looking forward to the next concert?Gin almost crushed Vodka's phone.

"I won't mess around with Grappa anymore." Gin's face turned cold.

He didn't expect that a bar audition would turn out to be such a big mess, even alarming the gentleman.

"Brother, this is not good, at least finish the official performance, Maine specially commissioned Kiel to use his relationship to let us appear on the 'Neon Song God' show." Vodka coaxed.

This is currently the music variety show with the highest ratings in Neon.

Thanks to someone in the bar who used a camera to record the video and spread it on various social platforms, the name of the Black Crows became popular.

Otherwise, no matter how much Ma Yin pays, Kiel will definitely not be willing to use so many connections.

"'Neon Song God'? Oh, just her singing skills?" Qin Jiu sneered.

Vodka refused, "What's wrong with Ma Yin's singing skills? Her voice itself is the most perfect singing skills, not to mention that 'Neon Song God' itself is a program created to discover talented singers who are willing to show their talents."

Gin snorted coldly and didn't say anything more. It seemed that he temporarily accepted Vodka's argument.

But he still didn't hide his disdainful attitude.

Still talking about talent potential?It's just relying on a good-looking face and an excellent voice to gain a group of fans who only look at the face.

Gin knew that Grappa was just playing for fun and didn't intend to take this path, so he reluctantly accepted to have another official performance on the show.

Otherwise, he would definitely refuse, because he could see the future of his band.

There is no real ability that can be obtained, but it is packaged by money and pushed to the front. It uses operations to gain a large number of fans and fame, and becomes a celebrity in the new era by using bad money to drive out good money.

There was a cold arc on the corner of Gin Jiu's mouth, laughing to death.

This all-too-obvious line of development convinced him that Grappa was just having fun on a whim.

Because as a capital monster, how could Grappa put himself in such a position?A good boss doesn't do it?Do you want to be a tool person yourself?
(End of this chapter)