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Han Mingchen took a deep breath, and said quickly, "The boss said it. From tomorrow onwards, you will be Bai Yujing's new pillar. Every night from nine o'clock to eleven o'clock is your place. Be good."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Han Mingchen.

Han Mingchen originally thought that this kid was going to say some polite words like "Thank you boss for his appreciation, I will definitely do my best and die".Seeing Cheng Lang frowned slightly, he reminded cautiously: "Brother Chen, I'm a part-time job."

Han Mingchen didn't understand, and raised his eyebrows: "So?"

Cheng Lang explained: "I work in a bar with an hourly salary of 3000 yuan. I work five hours from [-] o'clock in the evening to [-] o'clock in the morning every night, plus the drink commission, the minimum guarantee is at least [-] yuan per night, and they are all paid on a daily basis. .”

If the prime time every night is used to warm up the bar, it is equivalent to Cheng Lang losing two hours of pushing drinks, and can only earn an hourly wage of 400 yuan.This is too bad.And if Cheng Lang remembered correctly, the bar's salary seemed to be paid monthly.In other words, he couldn't get the 400 yuan per night in time, and had to wait until the end of the month to settle the bill.

Han Mingchen: "..."

Han Mingchen pressed his eyebrows, and said weakly: "You can talk to the HR manager about salary. The bar will not treat you badly."

"As for the wine commission..." Cheng Lang remembered that the singer's commission seemed to be different from what the waiters offered.

"Enough!" Han Mingchen interrupted Cheng Lang, and kicked him out involuntarily.

Cheng Lang came out of Brother Chen's office and was not in a hurry to find the HR manager.Although they are all employees of the bar, the working hours of the personnel department are the same as that of a normal company, from nine to five.Cheng Lang couldn't find anyone now.It's better to hurry up and go back to push the wine.

The system couldn't help reminding [Do you remember your mission? 】

Cheng Lang said with a hippie smile: "Why worry! Doesn't the vicious supporting actor have to go to and from get off work too! It's not time for the plot, what's wrong with me working part-time to earn some extra money?"

The system is silent.

Cheng Lang walked back grinning, and when he passed the bathroom, he heard a crisp sound of "pop", and someone scolded angrily: "Do you know your identity? How dare you smash Bai Yujing's place, are you alive?" Tired?"

Cheng Lang tilted his head and frowned as he looked at the men's bathroom with the sign "under maintenance and no entry" on the door plate.

Meng Tianye covered his cheeks, and glared at the man in front of him: "I'm tired of living. If you have the ability, you can kill me? I caught you sneaking outside, are you reasonable?"

"Stealing?" Lu Chengxuan sneered, looking at the fangs and claws in front of him, he didn't know the lofty lover at all: "Is it because I was too kind to you, which caused you to misunderstand. You are just a MB that I, Lu Chengxuan, took care of."

Meng Tianye's face turned pale.

Lu Chengxuan passed Meng Tianye, opened the bathroom door, and saw Cheng Lang standing outside at a glance.

Lu Chengxuan's face darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "Bai Yujing's rules, when can employees eavesdrop on customers' conversations?"

Cheng Lang, who just passed by by accident, pointed at himself innocently: "I didn't eavesdrop. I was just passing by."

Of course, Lu Chengxuan would not believe Cheng Lang's sophistry: "The waiter on the first floor, passing by the bathroom in the VIP area on the second floor?"

Cheng Lang explained diligently: "I came down from the third floor."

"That's enough!" Lu Chengxuan didn't want to spend too much time with this kind of person, and warned in a cold voice: "You'd better keep your mouth shut about today's matter. If you let me know that you dare to gossip outside!"

Lu Chengxuan snorted coldly, turned and left.

Cheng Lang touched his nose and was about to leave——

"Stop!" Meng Tianye, who came out of the bathroom, looked at Cheng Lang with gloomy eyes: "What did you hear just now?"

Cheng Lang turned his head, looked at Meng Tianye's red face, and couldn't help but said, "It doesn't matter what I hear. If you don't fiddle with that face, everyone in Bai Yujing will know what happened soon. "

Meng Tianye's expression turned cold.

Cheng Lang sighed: "You wait here."

Cheng Lang said, and went to the back kitchen to get ice cubes and towels.Prepare to apply ice to Meng Tianye.

When he came back, Meng Tianye was still hiding in the lounge of the VIP area on the second floor.Cheng Lang was a little surprised.He thought Meng Tianye would just leave.

Meng Tianye's expression was also ugly.He originally wanted to leave, but he didn't know why, probably Cheng Lang had seen him in the most embarrassing state, and he didn't want to be seen by more people, so he simply stayed to see what Cheng Lang was going to do.

Cheng Lang handed the icy towel to Meng Tianye.Meng Tianye took it and stuck it on his face: "Are you laughing at me in your heart now?"

"Why do you think your experience is worth my time laughing at?" Cheng Lang took out his mobile phone and asked casually while calculating the commission and tips earned tonight.He has always been puzzled by some people's inexplicable self-confidence.

Why do some people always confidently feel that their life will definitely attract the attention of others?

"I'm a vicious cannon fodder, and I've never had such confidence." Cheng Lang complained fiercely to the system in his heart.I don't understand why his colleagues are always a little more confident than him as cannon fodder?

The system fell silent.

Cheng Lang was used to the system partner who was on standby for a long time, so he didn't care.Casually asked Meng Tianye: "How do you calculate the salary and drink commission of your resident singers?"

Meng Tianye didn't understand why Cheng Lang asked this question.Thinking of Cheng Lang's performance tonight, he sneered and said, "Why, do you want to be a resident singer too?"

"It's not whether I want to." Cheng Lang shook his head and explained: "Brother Chen said that from tomorrow onwards, I will be Bai Yujing's number one."

Meng Tianye's face was ashen, and he couldn't help cursing: "What's the top card! That's called a pillar."

After correcting it, Meng Tianye reacted belatedly: "Brother Chen asked you to replace me? Just because I didn't sing on stage tonight?"

"Why?" Meng Tianye scolded angrily: "What are you? Can you sing? Why do you let someone like you replace me as Bai Yujing's pillar?"

Bai Yujing doesn't want style? !

Cheng Lang looked at Meng Tianye who was yelling, and shrugged his shoulders: "What's the use of being incompetent and furious at this time. Remember to not bring your personal emotions to the workplace next time when you work. Otherwise, you will only suffer from yourself."

"I don't need you to teach me." Meng Tianye's eyes were red with anger: "What do you know?"

After speaking, Meng Tianye shook off the ice towel and left angrily.

Cheng Lang looked at Meng Tianye's back and shook his head.Fortunately, when this kid left, the red marks on his face disappeared.

When Cheng Lang returned to the first floor, the news that he was "promoted" to the pillar of Baiyu Jingtai had already spread inside the bar.Some people said congratulations, while others were envious and jealous: "Singing just a few bad street songs can become a pillar, if I knew it, I would be on it too."

"If you think you can do it, then you can go." Cheng Lang has never been a low-key and forbearing master who is willing to suffer: "If you see the right time, you will go, and the opportunities are equal."

The man was stunned speechless: "You—"

"Okay!" The foreman appeared in time: "It's time to go to work! What should I do?"

A group of people scattered like birds and beasts.The foreman patted Cheng Lang on the shoulder: "From the first day you came to Bai Yujing, I knew that you are not a good guy. Work hard."

The foreman said, and then said: "The resident singer belongs to the performing arts department, not under my control. I will take you to meet the manager of the performing arts department, Brother Wang. Brother Wang has a bit of a temper, but he is a good person and protects his weaknesses. You are in his Work under your hands, be smart."

Cheng Lang smiled and thanked him.Follow the foreman to Brother Wang.

Brother Wang is a strong man in his 30s, with a green dragon tattooed on his arm, short green hair combed, and an obsidian earring on his ear. It is very difficult to mess with.

"You are Cheng Lang?" Brother Wang frowned, and took a look at Cheng Lang: "It's Brother Chen's idea to let you replace Amano as a pillar. I don't know what you are capable of, but if it's just tonight At this level, you are hard to be a pillar."

Cheng Lang grinned and echoed, "That's what I told Brother Chen. I'm just a part-time waiter, and I just want to earn some wine commission in peace. However, Brother Chen saw my shining star in the crowd at a glance. You can't bear to tell me to bury you, and you insist on entrusting me with such an important task... So Brother Wang, how do we calculate the hourly salary and drink commission of our resident singers?"

Brother Wang's face darkened: "Brother Chen made you a pillar, and that's all you care about?"

Cheng Lang blinked his eyes with an innocent face: "Otherwise?"

Brother Wang couldn't help emphasizing: "Do you know what Bai Yujing's resident singer means? Our big boss of Bai Yujing is Qin Dynasty, and there is a record company under Qin Dynasty."

This also means that if the singer-in-residence performs well in the bar, it is very likely that he will be spotted by the record company under Qin Dynasty and become a signed singer.

"I didn't expect Brother Wang to be so optimistic about me like Brother Chen!" Cheng Lang blushed, a little shy: "I know that I am naturally attractive, but I really never thought about taking the road of signing a singer .I don’t want to be an artist, my goal in life is to become the domineering president of Tianliang Wangpo.” No matter how bad it is, I want to become the rich and powerful father of Party A.

Brother Wang: "..."

Brother Wang took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that he really had nothing to say to people like Cheng Lang.The two chatted with each other for a long time, and Cheng Lang deliberately misinterpreted Brother Wang as optimistic about the newcomers.

"Let's get straight to the point!" Knowing Cheng Lang's thick skin and ability to change the subject, Brother Wang didn't want to waste any more time: "The resident singers in our performing arts department must either be handsome and sing well, or have strength. Can make original songs to attract customers. What talent do you think you have, and you can be the pillar of Bai Yujing?"

Brother Wang put the facts and reasoned, and hoped that Cheng Lang would be able to retreat in the face of difficulties.

Cheng Lang glanced at the resident singers with different expressions in the artist lounge, and said with a smile: "I know that Bai Yujing's resident singers are all very good, either rely on talent or face."

"It's good that you know." Brother Wang crossed his arms and sneered, "So what kind of talent do you think you have, so that you can gain a foothold in the performing arts department?"

"I can rely on being shameless." The smile on Cheng Lang's face disappeared, and he looked at Brother Wang with fixed eyes: "It's not my idea to make me a pillar. Brother Chen's idea is not just me. A small part-time waiter can control you. If Brother Wang is not satisfied with Brother Chen's decision, you can talk to him yourself. Why bother me, a small waiter who earns a daily salary?"

Brother Wang's expression suddenly disappeared.He looked at Cheng Lang coldly.

Cheng Lang still had that hippie smile on his face: "I just said that. I want everything, but I can be shameless."

"But when I decide to be shameless, I won't save face for others either."

After a long silence, Brother Wang suddenly smiled: "You have kindness."

Cheng Lang waved his hand: "It doesn't matter if it's planted or not. It's the money, don't we have to make it clear in advance?"

Cheng Lang was puzzled, he just wanted to know how much the singer-in-residence could earn in an hour, and how much the drink commission could be raised, why is it so difficult!