Qing Bar, also known as a leisure bar, is a place mainly quiet and suitable for chatting, drinking and chatting. This type of bar is very common in later generations and is not as noisy as ordinary bars. Li Yange often goes there with a few colleagues to watch football games and play table tennis team building.

It is because he is quite familiar with Qingba. Li Yange talked about Qingba's operation and profit points. As for whether it can be successfully opened in this era, he is not worried at all.

In the first twenty years of reform and opening up, the word "ideological liberation" has always followed contemporary young people. Whether it was break dance, bell-bottom trousers, to later rock and roll, disco, they could be said to be fresh and wild. Not only did they not adapt, but they had new tricks.

If Xue Ke and the others really have the idea of ​​opening a cleanup, they just need to make the decoration a little better at that time. In the atmosphere of a petty bourgeoisie, it will be no problem to attract those fashionable young people today.

There may not be so many people in ordinary cities, but once the bar is cleared and opened in the two places, there will definitely be no fewer customers visiting, especially because of family relationships, I have come into contact with many foreign magazines, movies, and children from the big courtyard with a strong sense of petty bourgeoisie.

These people are definitely the main consumers of Qingba.

"When you say that, do you have to spend a lot of money to decorate the place better?"

Xue Ke felt itchy when he heard it. He was a Beijinger and knew very well that most young people nowadays were chasing fashion. If there was such a good place in Beijing where you could drink, chat, play table tennis and play poker, others would not dare to say it. Anyway, Xue Ke must be interested in going over and having fun.

"It depends on how you spent it, but I guess it will cost at least a few thousand yuan." Referring to the last simple decoration of the courtyard house, it cost more than 100 yuan. If you want to renovate the clean bar and open it smoothly, it is estimated that four or five thousand yuan is indispensable.

"How many thousand will it cost?" Fang Yuanchao was a little hesitant when he heard that he had to spend so much money. On the one hand, he didn't have that much money now, and on the other hand, he didn't know whether he could make money.

Li Yange looked at his painful face and gave him a blank look: "There is no return from investment, and it's not much. If it goes well, you can make it back in a few months, and you will make pure money in the future."

"Yan Ge, why don't we join forces?" Xue Ke was a little hesitant like Fang Yuanchao, but seeing Li Yange is so optimistic, he made a quick decision to open a house to clear the house.

"Partnership? I don't have that much money now."

Li Yange slapped his hands and spread his empty palms and said, "You two know that I just bought a yard, and it doesn't cost that much."

"Leave the money to me and just treat it as I lend it to you. Then you just need to tell us how to open it."

"Old Xue, do you have that much money?" Fang Yuanchao stared at him in surprise.

"I don't have that many, but you have one." Xue Ke smiled with a wicked smile on his lips, "You, Liu Wen, Tian Zhennan and Dawei, isn't it almost done if you give one person a little?"

"Ah?" Fang Yuanchao looked dull.

"That's it. I've lent all my money to Lao Li. You four of you paid the money and just thought it was borrowed by Lao Li and I."

Xue Ke made the final decision.

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Not to mention the informed Fang Yuanchao, he followed Xue Ke to find Liu Wen and Tian Zhennan, trying to persuade the two to take the money out and open the Qing Dynasty.

On the other hand, Li Yange arrived at the school auditorium and found that many school leaders had come today. While he was still confused, Director Tang, who was not far away, saw him coming and walked over quickly: "Yange, you are here just right. When you go up to rehearse later, remember to show your energy. You have also seen that many school leaders came today to see how everyone rehearsed."

"I know Director Tang." Li Yange glanced at him and nodded slightly.

The two chatted for a few more times and went to the backstage. Li Yange said that Senior Brother Chen and his team had already been raising their strength to wait for the stage. As students who are about to graduate from their senior year, they have rich experience in performances. Although there are so many school leaders, they are not frightened.

Soon, after the students who were rehearsing above came down, the school leaders who were sitting in the audience politely applauded.

"The next rehearsal is the music "Forbidden City", directing Li Yange, and performing senior folk music department..."

A reporter came on stage to broadcast the next rehearsal program and quickly got off the show.

Director Wang looked at Dean Wu beside him: "Director Wu, this is the opening ceremony performance I told you before, which is used as the opening ceremony of the graduation ceremony."

"Yes." Dean Wu nodded slightly. He knew the list of programs for rehearsing early in the morning. As the opening song "Forbidden City", he knew it, but because he was busy receiving a few foreign guests recently, he had never had the opportunity to come to the auditorium to listen.

Soon, the orchestra brought the instruments to the stage.

Seeing a young man in a white shirt holding a baton and facing away from the audience, Dean Wu turned his head and asked, "Old Tang, the young man on the stage is Li Yange, the newly accepted student of Professor Du, who you have always told me before?"

"Yes, Dean Wu, he is Li Yange. This song "Forbidden City" was created by him alone. Professor Du has always praised him for being very talented..."

Listening to Director Tang praises Li Yange for being so powerful and talented, Dean Wu smiled without saying a word, watching the rehearsal performance begin soon, and smiled and said, "Then I have to listen carefully."

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Tokyo, Japan.

It was getting late at night, and it was the peak hours of get off work. The subway line was covered with dense passengers, including men and women, most of whom were middle-aged in their thirties and forties, and they were all office workers from nine to five every day.

"You trash Hayakawa, you can't do such a small thing well. I think you might as well go home and take care of your children!"

"What are you doing, Hayakawa? I asked you to print a document and I have only sent it now."

"Haekawa..."

Thinking that Kazuo Hayakawa, who was not doing well today, walked off the subway by the crowded crowd. When he realized that he had gotten off one stop early.

He walked into the bathroom with a pale face. At this time, there was no one inside. Kazuo Hayakawa, who had suppressed his emotions all day, wanted to roar loudly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that he had lost his voice. He wanted to curse something but couldn't tell him. The sadness and anger hit him. He grabbed the briefcase in his hand tightly with his fingers, as if he regarded the briefcase as his hateful boss.

Resisting his anger, he placed his briefcase by the sink, washed his face, tidied up his suit that was squeezed into pieces on the subway, and then turned around and walked out with the briefcase.
Chapter completed!