Chapter 17

"Are they all old? Where are they? So we went to the ends of the world. " With the end of the last sentence, the lingering sound lingered slowly. Han Mo interpreted the song in his own way, simple, sincere and moving.

Han Mo looks cold, but his heart is a delicate person. He likes such songs, telling stories quietly and expressing his feelings.

The singing is over, and people are still immersed in the beautiful melody. It seemed that they were still waiting for something, waiting for the next syllable, one second, two seconds... The bar was silent until they realized that the singing was really over. They raised their hands together and patted hard. There was warm applause in the bar.

Meng Chen stood up. He was about the same height as Han Mo, but Han Mo was fat. He was very aggressive when he walked. The bartender watched his boss walk towards Han Mo and couldn't help but pinch a sweat for him. He wanted to see it but didn't dare to look. He walked sideways and secretly aimed at the direction of the stage.

"Man, you sing well." Meng Chen walked in front of Han Mo like a mobile armored car. His voice was very rough. With this figure, most people didn't have to talk, but they were scared away when they saw Meng Chen's momentum.

Han Mo calmly put down his guitar and looked at each other. His dressing style and temperament are very similar to the style of bar decoration. Han Mo guessed that this person is the owner of the bar.

From the end of the music, God calmed down. The audience was boiling, cheering and shouting. They hadn't heard such a beautiful voice for a long time. For a moment, there was a great deal of noise.

"One more, one more."

"A song is not enough! Sing another song. "

"Lao Meng has such a cow X. it's not authentic that he released it to us today."

Everyone said their own, but the content was almost the same. They had to listen, but they didn't hear enough. When there was a noise, everyone focused on the stage for fear that this guy would run away after a while. Many regular guests in the bar were originally friends of Lao Meng, and there was no estimate of their noise.

Only one young man sitting in the corner bowed his head and began to fiddle with his own affairs after singing the song.

"This Guy Sings really well. Hey, Xiangzi, what are you doing?"

"Upload video." Zhang Xiang didn't look up. His fat fingers lit on the screen and looked at the completion of the progress bar. A greasy smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Just uploaded the recorded video to the Internet, Zhang Xiang's heart is very looking forward to it. He often shares some videos at station C, but the response is flat. He has been struggling desperately on the way to become a small net red, which obviously has no effect.

"Come on, you'd better listen to the song. Just your popularity and not many hits. The first condition for online popularity is handsome. Look, it's like the man on the stage."

Zhang Xiang's heart was bitter, but Zhang Xiang didn't say it. He was always ridiculed by his best friends. At first, he defended himself. Now he doesn't argue. He wanted to add popularity to himself by the performance of his friend on the stage. He looked at the page where he uploaded the video, sighed, shook his head, turned off his mobile phone, picked up the glass and took a sip of wine.

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Meng Chen also wanted to listen to another song, but obviously not now. He wanted to keep the talent in front of him. He had not heard such a pure good voice for a long time. Meng Chen squeezed out a very uncoordinated polite smile on his murderous face, "it's too noisy here. Why don't we go inside and talk?"

Han Mo politely gave a light, um, and followed Meng Chen to the depths of the bar. His departure caused a commotion. The guests of the bar didn't want Han Mo to leave like this. They hadn't heard enough. The scene was a little out of control. The manager hurried out with two security guards to explain to everyone and appease their emotions.

Han Mo followed Meng Chen into the room deep in the corridor. As soon as he entered the door, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. This is not an office, but a rehearsal room. The wall facing the door is full of guitars, and the spotlights shine brightly on the piano box. On the other side, a set of drums, bass, keyboard and other musical instruments are placed on both sides, The ground in front is full of various effectors, surrounded by speakers, which may not affect the music of the bar during rehearsal, so sound insulation panels are installed on all four walls.

There was a set of black leather sofa in the room. Meng Chen sat down on the sofa and waved his hand to Han Mo to sit down.

Can obviously feel the moment Meng Chen sits down, the leather sofa vibrates and squeaks. The position where he sits collapses into a big pit. Han Mo glances at the sofa and sits in the single sofa opposite Meng Chen.

"My name is Meng Chen. I'm the owner of this bar." Meng Chen is a typical Beidu native who engages in rock and roll. He is very casual, careless, loud and straight.

"Well, I know." Han Mo said faintly.

Meng Chen lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He took one out of the cigarette box and handed it to Han mo. Han Mo waved his hand and refused.

"It's better to know. You sing well. The song is original." Meng Chen smiled heartlessly and put the rejected cigarette back into the cigarette box.

Han Mo nodded and gave a light um.

"That's great. I didn't expect you to be young and able to sing and write." Meng Chen was very fond of the young man in front of him. Although he just listened to him sing a song and said two words, he boasted that he was good at looking at people. The boy liked him very much. Meng Chen said with a hook in his mouth, "come to work tomorrow, 2000 a day, all year round. You know, this is a bar. As long as I don't close the door, we have to go to work, However, in case of special circumstances, you can ask me for leave in advance. It's easy to say. "

Two thousand a day, Han Mo was shocked when he heard this number. It was more than the bartender said. It was 60000 a month, but... All year round, Han Mo couldn't help frowning, "what about working hours? Can you control it freely? " He knew that the question was almost impossible and a little stupid, but he couldn't help asking it.

Meng Chen's laughter echoed in the big room. He said carelessly, "man, are you teasing me? Can the guest let you control freely? It's up to you during the day. You must be here at night. " Seemingly random, but with the determination that can not be changed.

Han Mo didn't speak again. He was silent. If the child's mother was on a business trip, the little guy couldn't be taken care of at night. The time was inappropriate. Although the salary was high and exciting, he made money for the little guy. Taking care of her was the first.

Meng Chen saw that the other party didn't immediately agree, but his response to Han Mo was quite strange. No mixed bar singer in the North would refuse such a high salary. In the past, others sharpened their heads and wanted to come. He couldn't see it. Meng Chen seemed very fierce to outsiders, but to his spleen, he was actually a good talker. He held his mouth and said, "why, man, don't you think there's enough money? The salary is in the bar in Beidu. You can inquire about it. If there is one higher than me, I'll double what he gives. "

Han Mo shook his head and said, "it's not about money."