Chapter 158: Where the Hell Did My Giant Moyu Internet Café Go?
Chapter 158: Where the Hell Did My Giant Moyu Internet Café Go?
Huang Sibo had left.
Pei Qian divided up the fruit Huang Sibo brought for the staff, washed an apple for himself, and returned to his office to munch on it.
With nearly a month gone by, things still seemed manageable for now.
As long as no sudden profit-generating surprises popped up, taking a small loss should be easy to accomplish.
Pei Qian was already starting to consider new employee benefits.
With the opening of more Moyu Internet Café branches, the number of employees under him had grown significantly. Even giving each person a small benefit would add up to a huge chunk of spending instantly.
Whether a project made money or not was, in some ways, out of his control. But one thing he could control was how much money he spent.
Munching on his apple, Pei Qian opened Qiandu (a search engine) and typed in:
“employee benefits.”
He browsed through a few supposedly “benefit-heavy” companies, clicked in to take a look… and immediately scoffed.
‘This is it? Pathetic.’
Forget it. No templates here—he’d have to rely on his own imagination again.
He kept scrolling.
As he scrolled, he started to feel drowsy, so he reclined his chair all the way back, wrapped himself in his little blanket, and dozed off.
Some time later…
When he woke up, it was already getting dark.
Suddenly, Pei Qian noticed his right eye twitching.
“Hm? What’s going on?”
He rubbed his right eye, but it just kept twitching.
‘Left eye means wealth, right eye means disaster.’
‘That’s not a good sign.’
Pei Qian quickly got up and paced around the office a few times, gazing out at the scenery.
Before long, the twitching stopped.
‘Whew. False alarm. Probably just eye strain from binge-watching shows.’
He tossed the apple core into the trash, sat back down in his chair, and prepared to keep watching.
But at that moment—his left eye started twitching!
And this time, rubbing it did nothing. Still twitching.
‘Left eye means wealth, right eye means disaster.’
‘No worries, that’s a good sign... right?’
‘…Wait. That’s not right.’
‘Left eye twitching means wealth! That’s NOT good for me!!’
Pei Qian sprang to his feet, no longer able to sit still.
He suddenly realized—something was definitely wrong!
For normal people, “left eye twitching means wealth” was indeed a good omen. After all, who didn’t want to get rich?
But for Pei Qian, both left and right eye twitching meant the same thing:
Disaster.
‘Something’s up. Something is definitely going wrong somewhere.’
‘I’ve felt uneasy these past few days. Even during my nap, I dreamed that the Moyu Internet Café was making a killing. And now my eyes won’t stop twitching—this cannot be a coincidence.’
Pei Qian began pacing the room rapidly.
‘Think… think… where could the problem be?’
He mentally ran through all of his current businesses again—and finally locked in on the Moyu Internet Café.
Those two new branches had just opened. No way they could stir up trouble yet.
That meant the only possible source of danger was—the flagship store!
Pei Qian recalled that it had been over a week since he last visited the flagship internet café.
Realizing this, he immediately left his office.
It was already evening. Many employees were packing up to head home.
Pei Qian called out to Assistant Xin:
“Take me to the Moyu Internet Café tonight.”
“Of course, President Pei.” Assistant Xin didn’t hesitate. Overtime pay? No need to bring it up—President Pei always paid generously.
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At the Moyu Internet Café Flagship Store.
As 7:00 p.m. approached, the entrance began to fill with people.
Several service staff were moving tables out, setting them up on the open space outside the café.
This spot had originally belonged to a restaurant, so the exterior area was fairly spacious. It used to be for parking, but since the venue became an internet café, there wasn’t much demand for parking anymore—so the space had mostly sat unused.
But today, the service staff had filled it with stylish tables, chairs, and sun umbrellas. On a summer evening like this, it gave off a vibe reminiscent of a European seaside town.
Of course, due to the climate, Jingzhou’s comfort level couldn’t possibly compare to that of a European seaside town, but purely in terms of atmosphere, it was pretty nice.
The bar area inside the internet café was already full, and many people were now sitting outside.
From the outside, customers could see the stage through the large glass curtain wall. Ma Yang had even set up outdoor speakers, so people could hear Chen Lei singing while sitting outside.
As more and more customers arrived, a rare smile bloomed on Ma Yang’s long face.
“See? Just like that, we solved our seating shortage problem!” Ma Yang was very pleased with how things had turned out.
Zhang Yuan gave him a thumbs-up from the side. “Yep, Brother Ma always has great ideas!”
As more of Chen Lei’s fans arrived, the inside was completely full. Naturally, Ma Yang had the idea to set up extra tables outside.
It just so happened to be summer, and putting tables outside was a common move for many restaurants.
Zhang Yuan had thought of it too, of course, but there was no harm in flattering Ma Yang a little—why not earn some points?
A fashionably dressed young woman walked up to the bar and handed over two bright red bills.
“Three glasses of Aurora Borealis—one for me, the other two for Chen Lei. And the note should say... hmm, just write: ‘Chen Lei’s forever little fangirl!’”
The bartender quickly and skillfully prepared the drinks. In no time, a glass of Aurora Borealis was handed to the girl.
“Make sure to give it to him as soon as he gets on stage,” she reminded the bartender earnestly, then left.
Ma Yang watched all this unfold, and his long face was practically glowing with delight.
Zhang Yuan chimed in again, “At this rate, maybe we can report to President Pei next month that we’ve officially turned a profit!”
Ma Yang got even more smug. “Hmph, I have to prove I’m no worse than Huang Sibo!”
This idea hadn’t actually come from Ma Yang or Zhang Yuan; it had been discovered by accident during the customer “rewarding” process.
Originally, Ma Yang’s plan was simple: customers order a drink, and half the profit goes to Chen Lei as commission.
But once the idea rolled out, the response was overwhelmingly positive! Everyone was loving it!
And then, some rich fangirls took it to the next level.
One girl ordered a drink, wanted to order a second, but couldn’t drink that much. So she asked the bartender, “Can I just pay for the second drink and skip it—just give the commission directly to Chen Lei?”
The bartender didn’t dare make the decision alone and reported it to the manager, who then brought it to Ma Yang and Zhang Yuan.
Ma Yang immediately approved. Why not?
A cocktail priced at 60 yuan—if the customer wasn’t even going to drink it and just treated it like a tip—then split it 30/30 between Chen Lei and the café!
That way, the fans could express their affection, and both Chen Lei and the café would profit. Wasn’t that just perfect?
And so, today’s situation unfolded.
Lots of customers started buying two drinks at a time—one to drink, one to tip.
Ma Yang leaned against the bar with a cocktail in hand, feeling absolutely elated.
At this rate, they might actually turn a profit next month.
As the saying goes, “If everyone benefits, then it’s truly good.”
Once that happens, he’d bring Chen Lei over to the other two Moyu Internet Cafés for a mini concert tour.
Boost those two locations’ popularity too—that’d be a major accomplishment!
When all three cafés are turning a profit, he’d report this huge surprise to Pei Qian.
At that time, Ma Yang believed his place in President Pei’s heart would surpass even Huang Sibo, Bao Xu, Lu Mingliang, and everyone else!
‘I’ll prove to everyone that I, Ma Yang, am the backbone of Tengda!’
Thinking that, Ma Yang’s long face was filled with pure bliss.
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Outside Moyu Internet Café.
The moment Pei Qian stepped out of the car, he was completely stunned.
Who am I?
Where is this?
Where’s my Moyu Internet Café?!
Where’s my huge, quiet, deserted internet café that I left right here?!
What the hell is this street food night market setup?!
WHO DID THIS?!!!
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