"No need to pay, no need to pay!" The old man waved his hand and refused.

"Dad!" said the boss who was selling big bowls of tea, dissatisfied, "People say they bought it with money, why don't you want money? Are you very rich?"

The old man sighed and said nothing.

The boss of Dawan Tea said with a smile on his face, "This old man is my dad. I have listened to this song since I was a child. I am in my forties this year and I still like to listen."

Chen Chuan smiled and looked at Mo Hongyan, "Mr. Mo, I want to buy this song. What is the price according to the industry?"

Mo Hongyan said, "If you are a newcomer, you will only cost a few thousand yuan in lyrics and songs, and it depends on the quality. If you are a relatively famous person, it will range from 20,000 to 80,000 yuan. If you have a few famous masters like Hong Kong and Taiwan, they will all participate in the album sharing."

Chen Chuan asked, "How much cash did you bring?"

Mo Hongyan said, "less than ten thousand!"

Chen Chuan said, "Let me lend it!"

"Okay!" Mo Hongyan took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills in her bag and handed them to Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan took it and counted, "Sister Ling, do you have cash?"

Zhou Ailing asked, “How much do you want?”

Chen Chuan said, "One thousand eight!"

Zhou Ailing opened the bag and looked at it, "It's not enough, it's only more than 900."

"I have it!" Han Zimei took out 1,800 yuan in her bag and handed it to Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan shook the money in his hand, "This is ten thousand."

The boss of the big bowl of tea was pounding his heart, and his eyes were staring at the 10,000 yuan in Chen Chuan's hand with greedily "Ten thousand? What a joke, do you know, this song was written by my father in his whole life, and you want to buy it for 10,000 yuan?"

Chen Chuan smiled slightly, "Tell me a price."

The boss of Dawan Tea hesitated to stretch out three fingers, and then all five fingers were stretched out, "At least 50,000."

Chen Chuan put down the tea bowl, put the money in his pocket, turned around and left, "Let's go."

"I'll tell you!" shouted the boss of Dawan Tea, "I won't buy it now, I won't sell it when I come back later."

The old man snorted coldly, "It's not too bad for him to give ten thousand, but you actually want fifty thousand. I think you're crazy about money."

"What do you know!" said the boss of Dawancha, tampering his neck, "They are still too young to play hard to get with me. Wait, they will have to come back later. At that time, I won't sell it if I lose 60,000 yuan."

"Dad, grandpa, what are you talking about?" a girl in her twenties, carrying a guitar on her back and asked.

The old man said, "Just just now, a young man listened to me playing the erhu. He said the song was nice and he wanted to buy copyright. I said I didn't want to go, so if I like it, I took the score. Your father insisted on asking for money. He thought it was too little for someone to give him 10,000, so he would have to open it and 50,000, and then he left."

The girl stared at his dad with her eyes, "Dad, are you crazy?"

The boss of Dawancha said angrily, "Why are you talking to me?"

The girl laughed, "Dad, my grandfather's song is really good, but according to the price in the industry, it's only 3,000 or 2,000 yuan. I guess that person really likes it, so he gave 10,000 yuan, but you dared to ask for 50,000 yuan. It's really..." He said, shaking his head, "I really don't know what to say."

"Ah?" The boss of Dawan Tea was stunned, "This song is really worth two or three thousand yuan?"

The girl nodded, "And, someone has to buy it."

The boss of Dawan Tea took the score and ran away to "help me see the stall."

Chen Chuan shook his head while walking, "It's really a lack of human heart to swallow an elephant. Even if he is greedy, he has to have a limit. He obviously can't eat it, so he insists on eating it, and finally he's overwhelmed."

Tang Huining said, "That song is really that good?"

Chen Chuan said, "It's good to be in my hands, but it's not certain in others' hands."

Mo Hongyan looked at Chen Chuan thoughtfully, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Brother, that little brother!"

When Chen Chuan heard someone shouting, he turned around and saw the boss of Dawancha. He chased after him in panting, and then he panted for a while before he evenly breathed.

"Brother, my old man scolded me just now and said that it is rare to be aware of his products. He likes his songs, but I took the person away. Seeing the old man so sad, I feel ashamed. I can only bear the pain of giving up my love and sell it to you for ten thousand."

Chen Chuan said, "I won't buy it for ten thousand."

"Ah?" said the boss of Dawan Tea hesitantly, "Then, nine thousand? No, eight thousand, a small price, no matter how small it is."

Chen Chuan sneered, "Two thousand, if you want to sell, if you want to sell, if you don't want to."

"Two thousand?" The boss of Dawan Tea shouted at the top of his throat, "Where are you kidding me?"

Chen Chuan said seriously, "Do you think I'm very idle? I'm just having fun."

"Two thousand is impossible!" The boss of Dawan Tea's face became ugly. From ten thousand to two thousand, how could he be willing?

Chen Chuan shrugged, "That's it."

Looking at Chen Chuan's back, the boss of Dawan Tea was so angry that he gritted his teeth. As he watched as he walked further and further away, he shouted unwillingly, "Two thousand is only two thousand, I'll sell you."

This guy is not stupid. He can get two thousand, or he won't get a penny.

Chen Chuan stopped and said, "Have you thought about it?"

The boss of Dawan Tea walked over and said, "I've thought about it!"

"Sister Ling!" Chen Chuan said, "Give me the pen and book."

Zhou Ailing found a pen and notebook in her bag, Chen Chuan tore off a piece of paper and wrote a copyright transfer contract by hand. "Pengfei, go back with this boss and ask the old man to sign a letter. Then give him the money and take the score back."

"So what's the trouble!" said the boss of Dawancha, "I'm his son, I'll sign it."

Chen Chuan smiled, "It's different, he must sign it."

"Okay, okay!" The boss of Dawan Tea waved his hand, "I really don't understand you."

Liu Pengfei took the money and the contract and left with the boss of Dawan Tea.

Mo Hongyan asked, "Do you want to write lyrics for that song?"

Chen Chuan said, "I will recompose the music and write the lyrics. I bought that song because it inspired me."

At this time, Liu Pengfei ran back and handed over the contract and the score to Chen Chuan. "When I left, that guy was still saying he lost money."

Chen Chuan put the contract and score in Zhou Ailing's bag, "Isn't it a loss? He won't sell it for ten thousand, but he will sell it to me in the end two thousand."

Zhou Yan said, "Let's go, hurry back to the hotel, and then go to have a meal. I'm hungry."

A group of people walked back, Chen He pointed to the yellow face running on the street and said, "Why are there such bread taxis in Beijing?"

Mo Hongyan smiled and said, "The yellow-faced one was the first taxi in Beijing. Standing on the overpass at night, looking around, the yellow-faced one by one is definitely a special scenic spot in the capital."

Chen Chuan looked at the yellow-faced faces coming and going on the street and shook his head slightly. In a few years, in order to control the severe pollution caused by the exhaust emissions of yellow-faced faces to the city, all tens of thousands of faces were eliminated, and the products of an era ended.

Shangjing International Hotel was on Chang'an Street, and a group of people got in the car and arrived in a few minutes. Mo Hongyan went to the front desk to check out the room, and Chen Chuan and the others put their luggage in the room and came out. They were originally going to go to Xinghai Entertainment to have a look, but everyone was hungry, so they went to Quanjude for dinner first.

Mo Hongyan said, "Let's go to Hepingmen Main Store."

Zhou Yan said, "The front store is the main store, that is the real time brand."

Han Zimei said, "In 1992, I came to participate in the CCTV Spring Festival Gala. At that time, I saw a news, which was the authentic dispute between Qianmen Store and Heping Store."

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Indeed, their lawsuit was one of the most lively social news in 1992. The two slander papers sent to the court were said to be stacked up to the height of table legs. Behind these two stores are two different authorities, and Quanjude is their biggest source of income. It was not until last year that the Quanjude Group was established under the instruction of the government to calm the dispute."

"Who is authentic?" Han Zimei asked curiously.

Zhou Yan said, "Qianmen Store, the first expansion in five or six years, opened a Wangfujing store. Later, at the suggestion of President Zhou, the largest restaurant, Heping Store in Asia was built."

Han Zimei said, "So, is Heping Store a branch in Qianmen?"

Zhou Yan shook his head, "No, they are not under the management of one department. The former store is managed by the First Service Bureau (Tourism Bureau), and the Heping Store and Wangfujing Store are managed by the Second Service Bureau."

"I don't understand!" Han Zimei shook her head.

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "You just need to know that the front store is a time-honored brand."

Mo Hongyan smiled and said, "It's the first time I've heard this."

Chen Chuan said, "Then go to the Qianmen Store. It's close, just walk there."

Qianmen Store is not far from Shangjing International Hotel, and it takes more than 20 minutes to walk. It is almost noon at this time, and there are so many guests. If you come late, you will probably have nowhere to go.

"Several!" asked a waiter listlessly with a bowed face.

Mo Hongyan said, "More than ten!"

The waiter rolled his eyes, "More than ten, how many are there in ten."

Zhou Yan said coldly, "What is your attitude? You sleep at home before you wake up, and what kind of work are you going to?"

"What's wrong with my attitude? What's wrong with my attitude?" The waiter suddenly became energetic, staring at his eyes and tying his arms, "Let me know clearly, what's wrong with my attitude?"

Mo Hongyan hurriedly smoothed out the situation, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, say something."

The waiter snorted coldly, "Tell you, don't be in trouble. Just eat first. If you don't see me, get out of here." After that, he turned around and left.

When did Zhou Yan get so angry? He took the phone and said, "If I don't let you get out of here, I won't be Zhou's surname." After that, he was about to call.

Huang Xiaomi patted his shoulder and grabbed his phone caller, "Okay, why bother with a waiter."

In this era, as long as it is a state-owned store or a restaurant, when it is not threatened by social competition, the service is a slightest. Even if the waiter is dealt with, the next one will still be the same.

Zhou Yan took a long breath, and then said, "You don't know that Quanjude, a most ordinary waiter and chef, the basic salary of one month is 60 or 70 yuan, plus the efficiency salary and bonus, which can reach more than 200 yuan. In addition, in order to mobilize their enthusiasm and make the restaurant create higher profits, there is also a very awesome benefit. If the restaurant's turnover exceeds 10,000 yuan a day, and before getting off work, the manager can withdraw cash from the operating income that day and give each employee a reward of 10 yuan. In addition to the direct cash reward above, during the holidays, the goods sent by Quanjude are enough for every employee to spend more than half a year. Let's put it this way, Quanjude's welfare is one of the best in the whole capital. If I fuck her home, she will have to jump off the building."
To be continued...