"Brother Yang, this song~"

Jin Li and the others stopped their creation when they started playing, and listened carefully to him play and sing the song "Love Jiangshan and Love Beauty More", but after listening to it, everyone felt weird, especially the tune, how strange it sounded.

"Qualo Monster~"

"Me too~This song sounds a little weird~"

The others also expressed their opinions one after another, but they only felt weird, but they couldn't say what was weird.

"Hehe, of course it's weird~"

Zhang Yang naturally knew that the song was very weird, and he also understood the reason, fiddled with the guitar in his hand, and explained with a smile:

"Of course, it feels strange to play it on the guitar, but this type of song is best accompanied by classical instruments~"

"O~ I said it"

As soon as he explained this, everyone suddenly realized that it was not the problem of the music, but the problem of the instrument.

The song "Love Jiangshan and Love Beauty More" should be regarded as the earliest Chinese-style song in China, whether it is lyrics or songs, it is full of strong classical literary atmosphere, this type of song is most suitable to use classical instruments as accompaniment, but unfortunately, Zhang Yang really can't afford those expensive classical instruments, and now his whole body adds up to more than 300 yuan, compared to those classical instruments that cost thousands of dollars, this money is just a drop in the bucket.

"It's a pity~ I don't have money to buy musical instruments now~"

Throwing the guitar to Lin Feng, Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly:

"Let's put this song first~ I'll get it when I have money later~"

"It's a pity~"

Seeing that a good song was about to be temporarily sealed, everyone shook their heads with regret, they were all poor students, they had no money and no power, and they couldn't help if they wanted to.

"Okay~ Let's write it first~ I'll have to prepare the evening singing repertoire later~"

After putting away the music score, Zhang Yang frowned and leaned on the sofa, saying that when the money is used, he hates less, and he is used to living a broad life, Zhang Yang finally realized the dilemma of lack of money, and the ** who makes money also began to slowly rise in his heart.

"Wang Bin, you go to the cash cabinet to get some money, go out and help me buy some blank paper, ask for a large sheet, and help me buy a brush and a bottle of ink~"

"Brother Yang~ Why don't you want these?"

"You'll know in a while~"

At the beginning, the purpose of opening a bar was mainly to recruit people, and making money was only secondary, so in the early days of opening, I basically didn't pay much attention to making money, and there was no deliberate publicity, which led to the bar's business has been tepid.

"Brother Yang~The blank paper you want~"

While pondering, Wang Bin panted and put a stack of white paper and ink on the table, Zhang Yang picked up one casually, rubbed it slightly, and felt that the paper was not bad, so he nodded:

"Wang Bin, I'm sorry for you~"

"It's okay, it's okay~"

Wang Bin wiped the sweat on his head and asked curiously:

"Brother Yang, do you want to write something?"

"Write a promotional poster~"

Zhang Yang spread the white paper on the table, lifted the brush dipped in ink, and wrote two big characters in the dragon and phoenix dance: poster~

"Puff~"

Seeing the two brush words on the paper, Wang Bin, who was watching, burst out laughing, covered his mouth and snickered, and did not forget to say something mocking:

"Brother Yang, your word~ It's very dreamy~"

"Where~Where~"

For Wang Bin's ridicule, Zhang Yang could only scratch his hair in embarrassment, the last time he used a brush was in an art class in elementary school, for more than ten years, in addition to remembering how to pinch the pen, writing skills have long been forgotten.

"Haha~ Brother Yang, your brush is the ugliest I've ever seen~ Come, look at me~"

Wang Bin smiled and snatched the brush in Zhang Yang's hand, dipped it in ink, and wrote three big characters on the paper like a cloud: The words are really ugly~

"Okay, you kid, the brush writing is good~"

These three words are round and smooth, the pen is like a hook, although Zhang Yang does not understand the brush words, but can also see the extraordinary.

"That's ~"

After receiving the compliment, Wang Bin instantly stinked and fart, tilted his head quite arrogantly, and showed off:

"My calligraphy has been practiced since I was a child~Of course the writing is good~"

"Okay, don't stink~"

patted him on the head, and his flamboyant smile was full of conspiracy:

"Since your handwriting is so good, then the matter of writing the poster will be left to you~"

"Brother Yang~Don't play like this~"

As soon as he heard that he was going to write a poster, Wang Bin's face became bitter on the spot, tugging at his sleeve and crying:

"I still have work to do~"

"It's okay, I'll do it for you with Xiaoshuang in a while~"

Ignoring Wang Bin's plea, Zhang Yang forcibly pressed him to the chair, and then touched his chin with a smile:

"I said you write, you can copy this later~"

"Huh? Brother Yang~ How many sheets do you want to write? ”

"Not much, just 50~"

"Huh? 50 shots~"

Everything is ready, in the afternoon, everyone ran around and put the poster out, not to mention, the poster's publicity effect is really good, when it is open at night, there are obviously a lot more guests, but the number of people also brings a lot of trouble and burden.

Old customers know the rules of the bar, and they also know that the things here are expensive, but the new customers are different, they don't know the prices in the bar, after seeing the price of drinks and other things, some people turn around and leave, and some ask about the price.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the bar's business hours ended, and after sending Xiaoshuang home, Zhang Yang dragged his tired body back to the bar.

"I'm tired ~ I'm tired ~ "

As soon as I entered the door, I heard Wang Bin's weak lament, this guy has not been idle since the afternoon, helping to write posters, pasting posters, and taking care of so many guests at night.

"Okay, you guys rest first~I'll settle accounts~"

Pinching the calculator, Zhang Yang is also tired and happy, the turnover of the bar tonight is much more than before, the net profit alone is more than 50 yuan, and after the bar draws 60%, there is also 20 yuan left for Jin Li and others to share.

"It's a lot of money~"

Pinching a stack of banknotes, the joy on Zhang Yang's face can't be hidden, from the opening of the bar to the present, basically he has earned about 30 yuan a night, but he didn't think that it was just a simple publicity, and the profit doubled directly.

"Brother Yang~ Forget it?"

On the other side, Jin Li and the others, who had taken a short rest, also recovered a little bit of spirit, knowing that tonight's dividends must be a lot, and the five of them hurriedly surrounded them.

"Forget it~Guess how much~"

"Oops, don't guess, send it quickly~"

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to tease you~"

Seeing everyone's eagerness, Zhang Yang hurriedly counted out the dividend of 20 yuan, and was just about to send it out, when the door of the bar was suddenly opened, and at the same time, a disgusting voice came:

"Boy, I've found you~"

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