Within ten minutes, a young man in a suit and dress went on stage to sing Jacky Cheung's "Kiss Goodbye". His voice was loud and impassioned, and there were no too many problems in singing, but Xie Wenjun frowned.
Tan Hui scratched his head and asked, "Well, it's a good song. Why not?"
"It's a good song," Xie Wenjun said with a wry smile. "But I can't accept that Kiss Goodbye is sung in the way of military songs. It's a love song, and I feel like listening to Unity Is Power."
"Hehe, that's it." Liu Hua and Ma Dekai nodded in agreement.
"Let's do that. You see, stay if you like, and I'll go home first." There is no beauty. Xie Wenjun is too lazy to watch such boring performances again.
Xie Wenjun was about to leave, but he was attracted by a familiar saxophone melody. The girls on the stage had long hair and were sitting on a high stool blowing saxophone. Xie Wenjun opened his mouth in surprise.
"Xiao Jun, I don't need to blink when someone else's girl is beautiful. Ha ha." Ma Dekai thought that Xiao Jun was mature, and he was interested in his older women at a young age.
"Fuck you," laughed Xie Wenjun. "That's our school teacher."
Well, the beauty on the stage is Tang Xin, the music teacher who Xie Wenjun still owes her a pair of high-heeled shoes. How could the teacher come to the bar to apply for a job? Is it for interest? Or is life forced? It is not difficult for a family to dress, talk and behave in the usual way of Mr. Tang. It should be interest, guess Xie Wenjun.
The teacher will also come to the bar to look for a job? The three men were even more confused. In their eyes, the teachers were meticulous and serious. How could they come to a bar and find a job.
"Xiao Jun, is it really your teacher?" Ma Dekai still didn't believe it.
"Bullshit, of course," Xie Wenjun looked at the three and asked, "What do you think of her performance? Would you please invite her?"
Very good, very good, asked her to invite her, the three people praise.
After Xie Wenjun asked this question, he felt that it was unnecessary to ask. In recent years, there are a few people who can play saxophone, and even fewer people who can play it well. The three are amateurs. They seldom heard of saxophone. It's natural to feel good when the melody is good.
Xie Wenjun began to learn the saxophone in his former high school. He could tell whether others were good or bad. He could tell that Mr. Tang should still be in the learning stage. Maybe he came to the bar to perform for training and improvement.
With this idea, Xie Wenjun decided to ask Mr. Tang before making plans, so he said: "I'll talk to our teacher first, and you can continue."
Xie Wenjun wondered if he would be scolded if he went to talk to Miss Tang so rashly. How could a junior high school student come to a place like a bar at night? It seemed that only bad students would do it. It would be bad if she complained to Miss Qin. But he was not the head teacher again. Every teacher knew he was a bully since the political old man incident, He doesn't care about his affairs at all. Besides, if Old Man Zhou knows that Mr. Tang is coming to the bar to perform at night, he may not look good. It seems that both of them have something to do with each other. What's he afraid of, Xie Wenjun will go.
After making up his mind, Xie Wenjun came to the candidate's resting place and saw that Mr. Tang was sitting there in a daze, so he walked over and said with a smile, "Mr. Tang, what a coincidence!"
When Miss Tang saw Xie Wenjun coming, she looked surprised. Seeing that there were people around, she picked up her saxophone and said, "Why are you here, Xie Wenjun? Let's go out and talk."
"Don't go out, come with me." Xie Wenjun took Mr. Tang to the bar office and closed the door. Nothing could be heard outside. Xie Wenjun specially asked Er Hei to use a lot of sound insulation materials to decorate the office, so that Ma Dekai and his colleagues would not be disturbed by the noise outside when they worked.
Xie Wenjun asked Miss Tang to sit on the sofa. Before she could speak, she said, "Miss Tang, I saw your performance just now. Don't you care if you come to the bar to apply for President Zhou?" Xie Wenjun asked knowingly.
Miss Tang blushed slightly and sat a little unnaturally. She did apply for the job quietly. Not to mention Principal Zhou, even her family did not know it. Now she was caught by her own students and did not know what to say.
"But it's nothing, as long as Old Zhou... President Zhou doesn't know he can't handle it," Xie Wenjun laughed. "It's helpful for saxophone beginners to perform more in front of people. You are applying for this job, Mr. Tang."
"How do you know?" Teacher Tang said to himself that Xie Wenjun not only knew that she was a beginner, but also knew why she came to apply.
Xie Wenjunxin said that I could not see it. I was a professional, but said, "Ha ha, I guess."
Teacher Tang thought that the kid was very slick. He even tried the teacher. He pretended to be angry and said, "What does the middle school student rule say? Can you let the junior high school students not go home to the bar at night to play this?"
"I'm not here to play. I'm here to do business," Xie Wenjun said in his heart. "This bar is run by my brother. Today, we are looking for performers. Let me help and check the bar."
Miss Tang said in her heart that you are a little boy. Even if your brother runs the bar, can you check it? So he smiled and said, "The bar environment is good. Your brother has good taste."
"The environment is OK, I designed it too." Xie Wenjun wants Ma Dekai to design the bar, which must be decorated like a hotpot restaurant.
When Mr. Tang went to Guangzhou, he thought it was similar to the design of a famous bar in Guangzhou, which was designed by a famous Hong Kong teacher. The boy's words were really unreliable, and the cowhide was blowing into the sky. So he said perfunctorily, "It's good, Xie Wenjun, go home quickly. It's more than ten o'clock now, and there is still class tomorrow."
He didn't believe it, but it's no wonder that Mr. Tang would believe it if he were Old Man Zhou. Xie Wenjun scratched his head and said, "I will wait for my brother to leave together." Xie Wenjun thought that this is not school. You can't interfere with what you do with your family.
"Whatever you want," Mr. Tang thought for a while and said in a deliberative tone, "Xie Wenjun, can you... please don't tell others about my application here?"
"OK, no problem. I won't say anything about coming here to apply," Xie Wenjun said, "if you come here to work..."
"I can't say," said Miss Tang hurriedly.
"Keep your mouth shut," Xie Wenjun thought for a while, "but Mr. Tang, you have some small problems in playing saxophone. I don't know whether to say it or not."
Little Tang could not laugh or cry. Who's the music teacher? But it's all right to listen to what the boy said. He said, "OK, tell me."