On Monday morning, Qin Yun asked Fang Yan to have breakfast together at a café on the pedestrian street.

Qin Yun is a 40-year-old uncle, burly, wearing a crewneck shirt and jeans, and looks a little cute. Fang Yan met him when he first arrived in Jiangdong and sang on the pedestrian street. Fang Yan felt that this big brother Qin Yun was very close.

This café was opened by Qin Yun, and he was very rich.

Fang Yan wanted to ask about finding a job, not to make money. He had been in prison for too long, and the best way to return to society was to go to work normally.

In the café, he told Qin Yun about the imprisonment, but he only concealed the part where Su Su hit people.

"Five years. Qin Yun sighed.

Qin Yun said that Fang Yan didn't need to go to work, it was a waste of time. He spent 5 years in prison and had far more social experience than ordinary people. He sings in bars, and his income is quite high, that's it.

In Qin Yun's view, Fang Yan's shortcomings are another aspect. In prison, he didn't read any books, and he had too little humanistic accumulation. At this stage, Fang Yan might as well read more. And reading more books is also helpful for making music.

"Time is precious. Hey, do you think I have any point?"

“…… Yes. ”

"Then it's decided, don't work. Remember brother, from now on, you will only work for yourself. Qin Yun said with the posture of a person who came over.

“…… Good. ”

Fang Yan felt that he had been fooled, but what Qin Yun said seemed to be right.

Uncle Qin Yun is very good. He forced Fang Yan to write a schedule: go to this café at 9 a.m., have breakfast, read, and study. At 12 noon, we had lunch here. Play the piano at 2 p.m. In the evening, go to the bar and sing.

The café is spacious and the windows are bright. There are many people drinking tea and chatting on the first floor, and the second floor is much quieter, and some guests are drinking coffee slowly in front of the computer. A bookcase slipped against the wall, stuffed with books.

Qin Yun left, Fang Yan took out a detective novel "Eight Million Ways to Die" and read it in the corner. He hadn't read a book for a long time, and he was a little dizzy with a lot of words. But in prison, he grinded out his patient character, read slowly, and gradually entered the world of fiction.

At noon, he went downstairs to order food, but the clerk refused to charge him.

After returning home, Yang Zhenyu and Xia Mo both went back to school, and most of the neighbors were at work, and it was quiet in the building. Fang Yan plays the guitar alone. He decided to follow a schedule and go to the café every day to read a book.

In the afternoon, Lao Liu called and said that if Fang Yan was fine, he would come to the Nameless Tavern in advance.

The tavern has recruited a few new clerks, both men and women. There was also a bartender standing behind the bar. It was just 4 p.m., and the bar was already open for business, with a few customers seated.

Lao Liu stood at the door and said proudly: "Xiao Yan, take a look, you can make it level enough, right?"

Fang Yan was taken aback.

The sign of the nameless tavern is still crooked, but in the open space in front of the store, a huge billboard like a bus stop has been erected, on which a large photo of Fang Yan playing the piano and singing is printed, more than one person tall, black and white, beautifully printed, and there are large English characters printed on the side, dazzling red: "DEVIL is Here." ”

"Awesome, huh?"

"Forehead......" Fang Yan pointed to the big sign and asked. "Lao Liu, do you know what Devil means?"

"Wizard. Meaning of a wizard. Aren't you the wizard on the internet?"

"Big brother, do you know English?"

"What's wrong. ”

"Devil means devil, devil, not wizard. Wizards are called Wizards. What do you mean by that...... The devil is inside. ”

"Nima!" Lao Liu slapped his thigh, looked at the bar next to him angrily, and scolded. "The fat man Zheng next door lied to me, this grandson, I'm not done with him...... That word you said, how, how do you spell it?"

“W、I、Z…… Come on, that's it, it's a demon. Fang Yan didn't bother to say.

Before going to prison, Fang Yan's English was so-so. However, he learned a lot of English songs in prison, so he thought that he might as well learn English seriously. By the time he was released from prison, his English was close to that of his native speaker. After all, he wasn't there for the exam.

Lao Liu was very angry and shouted vigorously that he wanted to beat Boss Zheng.

Bars, they all pay attention to a forced style, often get an English slogan, slogan or something. Lao Liu Yin's huge poster, urgently, cost a whole 1,000 yuan.

The devil is inside.

Lao Liu pulled Fang Yan into the house, drank beer, and after calming down, he said: "I said brother, I thought about it, let's give you a salary, 5,000 a night, and a month, how about it?"

There is no comparison between people. Fang Yan thought that Brother Qin Yun was good to him, and it was friendship. He ate and drank in the café for nothing, and he didn't feel embarrassed. Lao Liu, as soon as the bar business was good, he immediately became a profiteer, and 20,000 became 5,000. The two are in an employment relationship, so that's fine.

Fang Yan nodded and said, "No problem." ”

"Forehead ......"

Lao Liu was stunned. On Saturday night, he gave Fang Yan 20,000 yuan, but he didn't feel that he was a little distressed when the wine was over. He had prepared a bunch of rhetoric, hired people, the cost rose, the taxes were too high, and he didn't make money at all, but he didn't expect Fang Yan to agree so happily.

Fang Yan smiled: "Thank you, boss." ”

The title has changed. Lao Liu has become a "boss...... Lao Liu was a little flustered. This Fang Yan, looking polite and polite, suddenly has a kind of Jianghu atmosphere. Lao Liu said: "You have to feel less ......"

"Not a lot. 5,000 yuan, how long will I sing?"

"Huh?"

Lao Liu never thought about this problem. He thought that he would still sing according to the "subway mode" until he sold out of wine.

Fang Yan continued: "That day, I sang for 130 minutes, 20,000. If you want to calculate it like this, 5,000 yuan, I'll sing for 30 minutes, how about it?"

"Huh?"

Lao Liu's head spun rapidly. In fact, Fang Yan makes sense. 20,000 yuan in 130 minutes is a price that has been traded, and it has important reference value in business. However, the fact that so much alcohol can be sold on Saturdays is mainly due to the customers queuing outside the door. If Fang Yan only sang for 30 minutes, he might be able to pay for his death.

"30 minutes, is it done?"

"This ......" Lao Liu was a little dizzy.

"Lao Liu. ”

Fang Yan's title changed back, and Lao Liu suddenly became a little down-to-earth, and hurriedly agreed. "Yes, you say, you say. ”

"Actually, 5000 a night, you really give too much. ”

“……”

"Do you understand?"

"I don't understand. Lao Liu continued to get dizzy.

Fang Yan took a sip of beer and said, "On this bar street, there are so many shops, everyone wants to do business and eat. Like on Saturday, everybody comes up to you for a drink, and no one else does business?"

"Oh. Lao Liu was not stupid, he was just carried away by a momentary victory, and as soon as Fang Yan said it, he understood. No one else can stop him from making money from the nameless tavern, but he can't hinder his peers from making money.

Fang Yan said: "As the old saying goes, if you cut off other people's financial routes, people will cut off your ......."

Lao Liu continued: "The way to live." ”

"Yes. ”

“……”

Lao Liu narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Yan carefully. This kid is not simple, he looks taciturn, but he is actually very able to speak. He thought again, no wonder the fat man Zheng next door wanted to deceive him Devil. He slapped the table and said, "What do you say, listen to you!"

"3000, sing for 30 minutes. ”

"Done!"

"Where's the wine you're selling?"

Lao Liu took the initiative to say: "As I said before, sell a share and divide you for 5 yuan." ”

"Lao Liu. ”

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay......"

Fang Yan discussed with Lao Liu, he couldn't sing every day, and he set it to sing on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday every week, for 4 days. Tentatively set for 30 minutes, you can sing a little longer. While chatting, the door of the nameless tavern opened, and Zheng Fat came over in a hurry.

Boss Zheng simply shook hands with Fang Yan directly, fortunately said a few words, and said: "You come to my store to sing, no matter how much Lao Liu gives you, I will double it for you." ”

Lao Liu was anxious and said, "Xiao Zheng, is there anything like you?"

As soon as the words fell, the door was pushed open again, and more than 10 people broke in at a hula, including the female boss of the "cave man on the top of the mountain", and the boss of the magic rock also followed.

"You're here!"

"Let's go up to me and talk?"

"Wizard, look up to ...... for a long time"

"Our magic rock is Jiangdong...... I'd like to give you a special concert. ”

……

Lao Liu's head was big, he was shocked and angry, his eyebrows were staring, and his old face was red. Fang Yan couldn't stand it anymore, he was in a hurry, and suddenly said loudly: "He's my cousin!"

"Huh?"

"He, Lao Liu, he is my cousin. I'm just singing here, not going anywhere. ”

"Cousin...... "The bosses will be suspicious, this age difference is too far.

Lao Liu also reacted, and said in a hoarse voice: "His mother is my sister-in-law, his father is my uncle, and he is my nephew, no, cousin." They have a lot of children. You all go, hurry up. ”

“……”

After tossing for a long time and sending away all the bosses, Lao Liu stood at the door of the nameless tavern, silent. He cut Fang Yan's income, but at the critical moment, Fang Yan helped himself instead, which was really righteous. He was both ashamed and grateful, feeling that he was a profiteer, and he couldn't figure out this Fang Yan.

"Ahem, brother, is your mother's surname Liu?"

"It's not. ”

"Oh. ”

"Old Liu......" Fang Yan patted him on the shoulder and left.

……

Lao Liu stood in a daze for a long time, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. I wanted to lower his price, but after chatting for a long time, why did I still raise 5 yuan for a wine. That's not all, and you have to give him an extra 3000 a night?

Lost to death.

The evening sun was warm. Fang Yan entered the house, and Lao Liu glanced at the billboard blankly. It reads: The devil is inside.