Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 11 011 [Plaguing horses is also an art]

Soon, the waitress rushed back and handed Song Zhichao something.Song Zhichao nodded, expressing his satisfaction.

Looking back, Song Zhichao didn't take out the things directly, but raised the red wine glass, indicating that he would have a drink with Miss Anna.

Brother Mark was also very straightforward and asked Anna to accompany him for a drink.

After drinking, Song Zhichao took out what he had just now, which was a jewelry box, handed it to Anna and said, "Miss Anna, I'm not paying respects, I'll give you a small gift."

Anna took the gift with a smile, opened the jewelry box in front of Brother Mark, and saw that it was a pair of beautiful homemade earrings, similar to the pair from the waitress just now.

Before Anna could ask, Song Zhichao snapped his fingers backwards, and the waitress came over, took off his pair of earrings and put them in Song Zhichao's hands.

"The earrings are made by her. They are not expensive, but they are very special. The most important thing is that there are only two pairs in the world. Oh no..." Song Zhichao said, putting the pair of earrings on the dinner plate, I struck a match and lit it. The corners of my mouth curled up, and I looked at Miss Anna: "Now, there is only such a pair in the whole world. Congratulations."

Song Zhichao's hands are so beautiful that even Mark has to praise him. After all, it is not easy to be able to grasp a woman's heart to such an extent.

Anna is not to mention how happy she is. Sometimes what women pay attention to is not the price of their favorite jewelry, but the uniqueness.

After drinking red wine and eating bowl of wings, the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more harmonious. Brother Mark seemed to be in a good mood, so he pointed to the karaoke and asked the waiter to play a very explosive dance song "Little Girl Under the Street Lamp".Many popular songs in the 90s were mostly adapted from European and American music, and this song is no exception. It was adapted from the English version of "Brother Louis".

Brother Mark of course didn’t know this, he shook his head along with the dance music and said that this song was a must-play song every night in his dance hall.As long as this song is played, the whole dance hall will be in high spirits.

After talking about this, Brother Mark said again: "So Hong Kong people are amazing. They can invent such advanced gadgets as karaoke, which makes my business boom!"

Song Zhichao lit a cigarette, but did not explain that karaoke was not invented by Hong Kong people, but by RB people, but said: "Brother Mark, do you know that there is something similar to karaoke called KTV."

"KTV, what is that?" Mark was curious.

"It's almost like karaoke... A group of people stay in a luxuriously decorated large box, surrounded by high-end stereos, and a movie-like big screen in front of them, with rock lights, drink service, and princess singing. Singing also Instead of videotapes, I use the computer to order songs, and I only need to press a few buttons to choose the songs I like to sing..." Song Zhichao said slowly, holding a cigarette and drinking wine.

"No videotapes? Where are the songs recorded?"

"Of course it's a computer."

"Computer?" Brother Mark couldn't figure it out, but he couldn't say he was ignorant, "I know, it's just stuffing a videotape into a computer, pediatrics! I've seen it all!"

Song Zhichao applauded, "It's so insightful. Brother Mark really knows everything. I didn't expect this move."

Mark smiled, "Of course, if you can think of it, why am I messing around? Let me tell you, I often go to Hong Kong to play when I have something to do. I haven't seen anything, I haven't played anything..."

As he spoke, he pointed to the MV played on the karaoke, "Look, this is the Hong Kong Miss Hong Kong election, and I participated in it with my own eyes... That is the last Miss Hong Kong Miss Chen Farong. Ge Laozi, I recognize her, and I also participated in it with my own eyes... We had a drink together!"

When Brother Mark got excited, he spoke Cantonese and Trump together.

Chen Jianjun hurriedly gave a thumbs up, "Amazing! I just watched these Hong Kong beauties on TV, unlike you, Mark, who even drank with them."

Brother Mark smiled smugly.

Song Zhichao poured him a glass of wine, "The Miss Hong Kong election in Hong Kong is indeed good, but it is still a bit weaker than the creation 101 abroad."

"What is Creation 101?" Brother Mark's curiosity was aroused again.

"It's also a beauty pageant, similar to Miss Hong Kong, but it mainly depends on the talents of the beauties, such as singing and dancing, acrobatics and so on."

"What's so good about singing and dancing? My dance hall has it every night."

"That's different," Song Zhichao raised his glass and took a sip, expressing his respect first. "There are a total of 101 beauties, all young, sixteen or seventeen years old. They have gone through tasks, training, and assessments, and have grown up under the training of celebrity mentors. They cycle through the process of popularity voting and temporary elimination, and finally 11 are selected through audience voting. A beautiful woman who made her debut as a girl idol group."

Mark's eyes lit up, completely attracted, "101 little beauties? Why not make it 108?"

Song Zhichao smiled, "They are in a beauty pageant, not a hero."

"What the hell is a star mentor?"

"It's people like the Four Heavenly Kings and Anita Mui, who can be their mentors, teach them to sing and dance, let them become talents, and make their official debut."

Mark suddenly realized, "These instructors really know how to play, and I will invite them to make a splash in the future, and make my dance hall come alive—when are they free, and how much do they charge?"

"Well, I'll contact you when I'm free."

"Then remember, I must invite them, I am willing to spend any money!" Brother Mark patted his chest, pretending to be wealthy.

Next to her, Anna was also fascinated, and suddenly asked Song Zhichao, "How do they vote for the audience? Don't the referees give points? Miss Hong Kong is all judged by the referees."

Brother Mark also asked curiously: "Yeah, why did the audience vote? Write a letter?"

"Of course not." Song Zhichao crushed the cigarette butts in the ashtray, "The audience votes through this thing." He pointed to the big brother's phone next to Mark's.

Mark looked at the big brother, and then at Song Zhichao, "Love to talk and laugh! Do you know how much the big brother charges for calling? One yuan per minute, who would be stupid to use this to vote, write a letter, and it's only a few cents!"

Song Zhichao just laughed, "That's right. Those foreigners are so stupid, and some even use Apple to vote."

"Hahaha, how stupid! Apples are still used for eating, and you still vote, I vote for a big watermelon!" Brother Mark had a rare humor.

Chen Jianjun and Anna also laughed, and even the waiter also laughed.

Brother Mark's mood became even better. He pointed to Song Zhichao and said, "You are very interesting and foreign-looking, and you are about to catch up with me. I like you very much. When will you take me to the foreign country you mentioned? Let me also open my eyes..."

Song Zhichao said leisurely: "Thank you Mark for your kindness, but now I don't even have a job, so I don't have the spare money to go abroad."

Mark laughed, "It's not easy. My dance hall still lacks a manager. If you can say it like that, it must be done!" He said again: "Don't think I don't know, this time Dajun introduced you, just let me arrange It's work, I know very well."

Song Zhichao also laughed, "Then thank you Mark again." Then he changed the subject, "How much is the salary for this position?"

"The basic salary is 100, and it is possible to earn thousands of dollars a month for a good job!" Mark thinks that "thousands of dollars is enough to shock the other party. After all, in this era, the salary of ordinary people in developed areas is only more than 1000 yuan, so getting [-] yuan at a time is a must." Things that many people don't even dare to think about.

Song Zhichao didn't react too much after listening to it. Instead of being ecstatic and grateful as Mark imagined, he used his little finger to pick his ear and said, "Is there a higher one?"

Brother Mark was taken aback, "How tall do you want to be?"

"Ten thousand for three days, is there any?"

"Fuck!" Mark was so excited that he almost knocked his big brother to the ground.

(End of this chapter)