The lights of thousands of homes are so sensual.

Today, as usual, the business of Fuhuang Nightclub is booming, with guests coming and going in and out, and the parking lot is full of expensive luxury cars.

But only those who are informed understand that behind this superficial glamor, the potential huge crisis of the Fuhuang.

The former boss of Fuhuang Nightclub is named Wang Yu, who is also a famous figure in the mountain city. He has made Fuhuang's business prosperous, second only to the largest Crystal Palace Nightclub in the city.

But half a year ago, Wang Yu died of a sudden heart attack. After half a month of closure, the boss changed to his sister Wang Yufei. The business was ups and downs, and it was not easy to get to the present.

Although Fuhuang’s business is very popular today, it is because Wang Yufei is losing money and gaining publicity. He spreads all kinds of gift cards and discount cards like money. It would be good if he could collect support every day.

...

"Come on, Brother Qiang, drink a rock sugar pear to moisten your throat!"

After a long time since I finished singing, Li Qiang had just returned to the backstage when a hippie guy came over and handed him a bottle of drink.

While drinking water, Li Qiang asked, "Why are you here if you don't go to work in front?"

"How do you know I'm not working?" The man smiled and put on Li Qiang's shoulder and said, "Come here, I'll tell you something good!"

He mysteriously took Li Qiang into an unmanned locker room. After closing the door, his laughing expression suddenly became serious.

"What's wrong?" Li Qiang looked at this friend who grew up with open-shirt pants in confusion.

"Damn it, you guy seems to be in trouble!" The guy named Shi Xiaojun said with some annoyance: "I just knew what happened to Fuhuang's lack of singers. That girl Wang Yufei cheated you!"

"No way?" Li Qiang was immediately surprised. Is it necessary for a boss as big as Wang Yufei to cheating him, a poor and innocent singer? No matter how you hear this, it doesn't seem real, it's too nonsense!

"That's the case," Shi Xiaojun whispered: "A few months ago, the boss of Crystal Palace wanted to exchange our Fuhuang over, but Wang Yufei refused. Later, the other party started to use crooked tricks, pry people, poach them, and other things. Both of our bartenders were poached there. I just heard today that last month, Crystal Palace had just changed a security chief. The boy got rid of our resident singers and even spoke, "If anyone is in our resident singer, he will be unable to get along with him!"

So that's the case! Li Qiang immediately understood that the so-called security chief was actually a small leader of social gangsters. When Wang Yu was the boss of the rich emperor, both black and white were scattered, and no one dared to mess with him in this way. Now if Wang Yufei was replaced by Wang Yu, Bai Dao's relationship was not bad at all, but he couldn't deal with such evil ways. The connections left by Wang Yu could only ensure that no one came to the nightclub to cause trouble on the spot, but it was impossible to take care of the personal safety of all staff in their spare time, so the other party's method of not being able to get on the table just hit Wang Yufei's soft spot.

"I think this is the case." Shi Xiaojun suggested: "You sing like this first. When the people from the Crystal Palace come to warn you, you will leave and refuse to do it. That way, you can sell the other party a little favor, and it is easy to explain to Wang Yufei here. Although you owe her some favors, she has done something that is sorry for you, and this will be even."

Li Qiang thought for a while and felt that Shi Xiaojun's suggestion was quite reasonable. Although doing so disappointed Wang Yufei's high hopes and was a little sorry for her, the competition between Crystal Palace and Fuhuang was like a whale fighting, which was not something that his little shrimp could mix.

After making a decision, Li Qiang nodded and said, "Okay, if someone comes to me, I will do as you say!"

"That's it!" Shi Xiaojun patted Li Qiang on the shoulder and said, "I have to go back immediately, so that no one will care about those kids who will break out again."

Shi Xiaojun left, Li Qiang returned to the backstage to rest. After just two minutes of sitting down, the beautiful boss Wang Yufei also came to the backstage with a gentle fragrance.

"Li Qiang, I performed well today and I received a lot of applause."

With a calm smile, Wang Yufei walked towards Li Qiang quickly. She was still dressed in a relatively mature outfit today and was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. However, Li Qiang knew that she was only twenty-four years old. All of this was just a manifestation she deliberately packaged.

"You can sing a song about the sea of ​​Zhang Yusheng in a while. I think you sing this song with the most artistic conception and can create a good atmosphere." Wang Yufei's eyes were full of encouragement and expectation.

Li Qiang's heart moved slightly. Among the few songs he was good at, this song was the sea. Unexpectedly, the beautiful boss was his soulmate.

...

As expected, as Wang Yufei wished, Li Qiang's song "The Sea" greatly boosted the atmosphere of the stage and won warm applause from the guests. On this night, the halo of the Fuhuang Nightclub belonged to Li Qiang, and the endless songs made the second half of the business almost become Li Qiang's solo concert.

The singer's singing is only part of the nightclub service, but when this part is very good, it will attract popularity. The guests' emotions are mobilized, and they will spend more, calling friends. This will increase the turnover of the entire nightclub.

Wang Yufei felt very pleased. She did not misunderstand the person she saw. Li Qiang's singing was both talented and capable, which could add luster to the nightclub business. It was indeed worth asking for helping him leave the detention center early.

The shopping mall is like a battlefield. When competition comes, you either die or I live. If Wang Yufei is happy, there will naturally be people who are unhappy, so Song Jianxin is very unhappy now.

"What are you doing?!"

In a luxurious office in Crystal Palace, Song Jianxin, who was short and fat, looked very bad. He pointed at his subordinates and cursed: "I offer you food, flowers, and take you to play. Arrange such a mess for you to do, and you messed up for me?"

Just now, Song Jianxin was called over and scolded by his boss because when the boss was accompanying his friends in a nightclub, he happened to meet a table of guests and leave, saying that he was going to Fuhuang to meet with a group of friends, drinking and listening to music. The boss was teased by his friend and said that he couldn't even deal with a little girl, so he took his anger on Song Jianxin.

After Song Jianxin was scolded by his boss, he naturally had to settle the score with his subordinates who were not good at doing things.

A young man with a long-haired face was bitter and explained aggrievedly: "Brother Xin, it's not that we are lazy and do things. That kid just came out. Yesterday was a so-called soybean, so we ignored him. Who knew that he had such great ability and made such a big scene today?"

"Bang!"

Song Jianxin punched the table and said angrily: "You guys have these nonsense to deal with me. What do you say with my boss?"

My subordinates looked at me, and I looked at you, and they all felt very aggrieved. Who knew that tonight, the guests from Fuhuang would call their friends to listen to music, but the person who was pulled happened to spend money at Crystal Palace. The conversation before leaving was heard by their own boss again? It was so fucking bad luck!

After a while, a subordinate with a scar on his face asked Song Jianxin for a military order: "Brother Xin, it just so happens that the rich emperor has not yet ended. Let's go here and find that kid and have a good talk!"

"Talk about your mother's egg!" Song Jianxin waved his hand: "That kid treats my words as wind in his ears, and I'll talk to him nonsense! Break one of his legs for me, and I'll see who dares to sing to the rich emperor in the future!"

...

There is a kind of job called part-time job, and the highest level of part-time job is called daily statement.

Well, please don’t get me wrong. Although Li Qiang works in a nightclub and works as a part-time job with daily statements, he is a healthy and legal job. He is a resident singer.

Today is Li Qiang's third time to sing at Fuhuang. In these three days, his performance fee completed a triple jump, with one hundred yuan on the first day, three hundred yuan yesterday, and today the beautiful boss added another two hundred yuan to him, reaching the five hundred yuan that Shi Xiaojun envied.

Shi Xiaojun is two years older than Li Qiang and has been working in Fuhuang for two years. His current position is the foreman of the waiter. Li Qiang's part-time job was introduced by him.

However, no matter how envious he was, he felt more regretful for Li Qiang.

Walking on the brightly lit road, Shi Xiaojun complained: "It would be great if there was no trouble in the Crystal Palace. It would be 500 yuan a day, plus additional income such as drinking commissions, your monthly salary would be 20,000 yuan!"

"There is no such good thing," Li Qiang smiled and shook his head: "If Crystal Palace hadn't scared away those resident singers, would it be my turn to stand out?"

"That's right..." Shi Xiaojun grinned: "But you are quite calm. Maybe you won't make this money tomorrow, so why don't you feel sorry?"

Feeling distressed? Li Qiang shrugged indifferently, thinking that there is nothing to worry about. If you can enter the bank's vault at any time and take out the bundles of money easily, you will not feel distressed because you lose a job with a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan.
Chapter completed!