It is more reassuring to have an elderly father at home

Song Shuyang found that being a boss was extremely tiring.

He stayed in the store for a total of two hours, and was called once a minute on average. In total, he heard "Yangyang" at least a hundred times.

The food preparation in the kitchen needs to be monitored, the amount of alcohol in the warehouse needs to be checked, the freshness of the fruit in the refrigerator needs to be checked, and the various wine glasses need to be classified, some of which need to be frozen in the cold storage in advance... After checking the last item on the list, Song Shuyang breathed a sigh of relief and felt that his legs were thin from running too much.

And Croissant is helping with the stage sound and lighting, otherwise his brain would have exploded.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Jin Zhou returned to the store. Unexpectedly, the situation in front of him was much better than he had imagined. Although the staff arrangement was a bit chaotic, everyone was doing their job. The doomsday scene in his dream did not appear.

He walked behind Song Shuyang, who was counting the cups carefully on the list, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for your hard work, Zai Zai."

Song Shuyang was startled by him, "Why are you walking without making any sound?"

"You were too engrossed and didn't notice. How's everything? Have you counted everything?"

Song Shuyang snorted lightly and said pretentiously: "Come on, this is me!"

But he still felt unsure, "You asked the kitchen to prepare so many snacks and fruit plates, aren't you afraid that they won't be sold out?"

After all, the business has been closed for so long. Although he has been making every effort to use the accounts he has to build momentum for the reopening, the audience is still limited. He is very worried that the momentum is not strong enough and everyone will think that Helios is still closed.

Jin Zhou said, "No, I'm worried that the supplies are insufficient."

"I find you are always so confident..."

Before he could finish his words, Song Shuyang saw the mobile phone that Jin Zhou handed to him. It was a notice that the largest bar in the city center had suspended business.

"Fire safety failure?" He blinked in confusion. "Hasn't this shop been open for years? Why did it suddenly get inspected by the fire department?"

Jin Zhou took his phone back and put it in his pocket, saying casually, "I don't know, maybe someone reported it."

Song Shuyang looked at him silently, and was serious for less than three seconds before he burst out laughing.

"I've noticed how vengeful you are."

"How could you think of me like that?" Jin Zhou put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk towards the kitchen. "I'm so innocent."

Song Shuyang followed him and slapped him hard on the butt.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the occupancy rate of Helios, which had been closed for rectification, was even more exaggerated than before. Not only were all the booths booked, but the tables were also crowded with people, all of whom were refugee night owls diverted from the city center.

Song Shuyang was watching from upstairs and suddenly felt a little sorry. If this place was operated as a nightclub, the turnover would definitely start from five figures a night, which would make up for the losses from the previous closure in one go.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little itchy in his heart. He no longer minded the chaos in the nightclub, and even wanted Jin Zhou to sell out □□ to create a gimmick.

Just as I was daydreaming, I caught a glimpse of a dark figure beside me. It was Croissant running upstairs.

He exclaimed exaggeratedly, "So many people!"

"Jin Zhou said you often attended music festivals before, so there should be more people than this, right?"

"It's different," Croissant said with some effort, gesturing. "At a music festival, there are lots of people and lots of songs, so I don't mind singing badly."

Song Shuyang held down his hands, which were about to dance out shadows, with a kind look in his eyes. "Okay, I know what you mean. You mean there are so many singers participating in the music festival, and even if you make a mistake, you won't ruin the whole thing."

"Yes! You are so smart!"

For some reason, facing this young foreigner who was clearly ten years older than him, Song Shuyang always had the strange illusion that he was taking care of a child...

Another night like a war passed. Without Jiang Ying in charge, the backstage was obviously much more chaotic than before. Croissant and Jin Zhou could not take care of the audience while on stage. Song Shuyang could only bite the bullet and take on the task. While recalling the experience Jiang Ying taught him, he used the walkie-talkie to dispatch people. After a whole night, let alone rest, he didn't even have time to drink water.

Jiang Ying seemed to be doing these things very easily, but when he really took over, he found that all kinds of strange things could happen, such as serving the wrong dishes and the wrong wine, which were commonplace things. It was the first time he knew that even the ice cubes in the wine not being transparent enough could be a reason for a refund.

Song Shuyang refunded the money to the customer with a smile, but secretly complained in his heart that he really shouldn't have scolded Jiang Ying. Who could remain calm facing such troubles every day?

Knowing that he would be too busy tonight, Jin Zhou played three songs symbolically on stage and then left. He gave the rest of the time to Croissant, so that the audience, who had been kept in suspense, could hear it to their heart's content.

He jumped off the stage, unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to Song Shuyang, who was busy as hell. He said with a smile, "Take a break, boss lady."

Song Shuyang snatched the water and stuffed the intercom into his arms. "At the end of tonight, you have to pay me a salary according to the manager's standard."

Without waiting for the end, Jin Zhou took out his mobile phone to transfer money to him.

Song Shuyang seemed to be looking at the stage indifferently, but in fact his eyes were fixed on it, and his heart was beating faster and faster as he pressed the zero key.

He took out his phone and asked in shock: "Why, you're not going to celebrate?"

The kitchen reported that there were not enough cucumbers. Jin Zhou didn't have time to explain. He just said, "Hand over the salary," and hurried away with his long legs.

This made Song Shuyang feel very anxious and he didn't know who to vent his anger on.

He looked at the largest transfer he had ever seen in his life, which was accurate to the cent. He didn't hesitate for too long and clicked to receive it.

In fact, he is not the kind of person who will be touched if his boyfriend spends a lot of money on him... Well, actually he is a little bit touched, but Jin Zhou suddenly took the initiative to hand over the financial power to him in this chaotic moment, which caught him off guard and flattered.

At most, the two of them had only been dating for a month, but their relationship had progressed so rapidly that they seemed like a couple who had been together for ten years.

That’s the most critical step left.

Because at twelve o'clock, the music style in the store changed from soothing R&B to EDM with a stronger rhythm, and the lights also switched to dynamic mode. The bursts of flashing made him dizzy, and he stood there for a long time without moving.

The DJ changed to the one playing music on the stage, and Croissant was finally free. He ran over excitedly and wanted to play games with him.

"Why is your face so red?" Croissant blinked his big eyes curiously.

Song Shuyang was still intoxicated, and asked with a silly smile: "Croissant, will you give all the money you earn to your wife?"

Croissant seemed puzzled, "Why give it all to her? Am I going to die?"

"You don't understand this," Song Shuyang was worried about where to show off, and just happened to catch this little foreigner showing off in the name of popular science. "Here, giving your salary to your wife is a sign of love."

"Is that so? What should I do if I don't have any money?"

"Look for your wife again. This is fun, understand?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Zhou sent him a message: [I just forgot to save some money to buy cucumbers. V me ten yuan, I can do anything.]

Song Shuyang coughed heavily and deliberately sent him a voice message in front of Croissant: "What do you want to ask me for money?"

Ice Silk Ultra-Thin: [Please, Wife]

Song Shuyang generously transferred twenty yuan to him and said: [Sincere attitude, I will give you an extra ten yuan so that you can keep some money for yourself.]

Ice Silk Ultra-Thin: [Too much to spend]

Croissant was a little confused about what these two were doing, so he tilted his head and asked, "Is this also fun?"

“That’s right!”

"So you call begging fun? I've learned something new."

Song Shuyang: "...I don't mean that."

There was no sense of accomplishment in showing affection in front of Croissant. Song Shuyang was itching to talk and he just wished he could pull a customer to listen to his and Jin Zhou's beautiful love story. After thinking about it, there was only one victim left.

Oh right! Why didn't he remember that there was a lazy guy named Guo Zixiu?

Jin Zhou later confessed and admitted that he gave Guo Zixiu a large sum of money every month and asked him to report his activities at school every day. When he heard the amount, his eyebrows almost turned crooked with anger, and he cursed for two hours.

So Guo Zixiu became miserably unemployed.

Song Shuyang is a single-celled organism. He uses addition and subtraction to simply distinguish good from bad feelings towards others. Guo Zixiu uses him to earn a living, so his favorability is -50. Guo Zixiu loses his job because of him, so his guilt is +50. With these two factors offsetting each other, the grudge is wiped out.

So he treated Guo Zixiu the same way as before, brewing his opening remarks and sending him a message: [Guo Zi, would you like to work part-time?]

Guo Zixiu replied immediately: [You're not trying to incite me to spy on your brother, are you?]

Song Shuyang: [Do you think you're some kind of double agent? Seriously, come work as a waiter in my brother's shop, Friday and Saturday nights only, 500 a day, would you like to?]

Guo Zixiu: [Is there such a good news?! Your brother told you?]

Song Shuyang: [Whatever he wants me to say, I’ll make the decision.]

The foreshadowing was almost complete, and Song Shuyang officially introduced the topic: [He just gave all the money to me to manage]

Guo Zixiu: [Wow!! He's so good to you! I'm so envious! When will I get to be with a man this good?]

Song Shuyang was so happy that he even pretended to be nice: [It's okay, mainly because I'm so pretty. If you didn't treat me well, I would have run away long ago.]

Then Guo Zixiu's next words made him blush again: [Why don't I have a husband raised as a child? It's really better to have a husband raised at home!]

What?

Song Shuyang slid out quickly, turned off his phone and didn't dare to look at it again.