Cannon Fodder Substitute Alliance 

Chapter 3

Translator: Google Translate

Editor: Sai Hiroto

Han Mingchen took a deep breath and said quickly, "The boss said it. From tomorrow on, you will be White Jade Capital's new pillar. Your place will be from nine to eleven every night. Behave well."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Han Mingchen.

Han Mingchen originally thought that this guy was going to say something polite like "Thank you, boss, for your appreciation; I will work hard until my death." Cheng Lang frowned slightly and reminded carefully, "Brother Chen, I work part-time."

Han Mingchen didn't understand and raised his eyebrows, "So?"

Cheng Lang explained, "I work in a bar, earning two hundred dollars an hour, from 8 pm to 12 am. After five hours of work, plus commission on drinks, the minimum guarantee is at least 3,000 yuan a night, and it's all paid daily."

If the prime time every night was used to warm up the bar, it would be equivalent to Cheng Lang losing two hours of selling drinks and only earning 400 yuan an hour. This is too much of a disadvantage. And if Cheng Lang remembered correctly, the salary for bar residents seemed to be paid monthly. In other words, he couldn't get the four hundred yuan a night in time and had to wait until the end of the month to settle the bill.

Han Mingchen: "..."

Han Mingchen pressed his eyebrows and said feebly, "As for salary, you can talk to the HR manager. The bar will not treat you badly."

"As for the drink commission..." Cheng Lang remembered the singer's share. The method seems to be different from the tips given by waiters like them.

"That's enough!" Han Mingchen interrupted Cheng Lang and kicked him out without any explanation.

Cheng Lang came out of Brother Chen's office and was not in a hurry to find the HR manager. Although they are all employees of the bar, the working hours of the HR department are the same as those of a normal company, from 9 to 5. Cheng Lang can't find anyone if he goes now. Might as well seize the time and go back to selling wine.

The system couldn't help but remind [Do you still remember your mission?]

Cheng Lang said with a playful smile, "Why are you in such a hurry? Even the vicious male supporting role has to go to get off work and come home. It's not the time for the plot to start yet, so what's wrong with me working part-time to earn some extra money?"

The system fell silent.

Cheng Lang walked back with a smile on his face. When he passed the restroom, he heard a crisp "pop" sound. Someone angrily scolded another, "Do you know who you are? How dare you destroy White Jade Capital's place? Are you tired of living?"

Cheng Lang tilted his head and frowned as he looked at the men's bathroom with a sign saying "No entry under maintenance" on the door.

Meng Tianye covered his cheek and glared at the man in front of him, "I am tired of living. Do you have the guts to kill me? I caught you cheating outside, and you still think you are right?"

"Cheating?" Lu Chengxuan sneered, looking at the little lover in front of him who was baring his teeth and claws and had no idea of ​​the immensity of heaven and earth, "Am I too good to you, so you have a misunderstanding? You are just an MB kept by me, Lu Chengxuan."

Meng Tianye's face suddenly turned pale.

Lu Chengxuan walked past Meng Tianye, opened the bathroom door, and saw Cheng Lang standing outside at a glance.

Lu Chengxuan's face darkened, and he said coldly, "White Jade Capital's rules: when can employees eavesdrop on guests' conversations?"

Cheng Lang, who was just passing by by accident, pointed to himself with an innocent look, "I wasn't eavesdropping. I was just passing by.”

Of course, Lu Chengxuan would not believe Cheng Lang's excuse, "The waiter on the first floor passed by the bathroom in the VIP area on the second floor?"

Cheng Lang explained diligently, "I came down from the third floor."

"That's enough!" Lu Chengxuan didn't want to waste any more words with this kind of person, and warned him coldly, "You'd better keep your mouth shut about what happened today. If I find out that you dare to gossip about it outside!"

Lu Chengxuan snorted coldly, turned around, and left.

Cheng Lang touched his nose and was about to leave—

"Stop!" Meng Tianye came out of the bathroom and looked at Cheng Lang with a sinister look, "What did you hear just now?"

Cheng Lang turned around and looked at Meng Tianye's red face. With half a face, he couldn't help but say, "It doesn't matter what I heard. If you don't mess with that face of yours, everyone in White Jade Capital will probably know what happened soon."

Meng Tianye's face turned cold.

Cheng Lang sighed, "You wait here."

Cheng Lang said and went to the kitchen to get ice cubes and towels. Prepare to give Meng Tianye an ice compress.

When he came back, Meng Tianye was still hiding in the lounge of the VIP area on the second floor. Cheng Lang was slightly surprised. He thought Meng Tianye would just leave.

Meng Tianye's face was also ugly. He originally wanted to leave, but he didn't know why. Maybe Cheng Lang had seen him in his most embarrassing state, and he didn't want to be seen by more people, so he simply stayed to see what Cheng Lang was going to do.

Cheng Lang handed the ice towel to Meng Tianye. Meng Tianye took it and put it on his face: "Are you laughing at me in your heart now?"

"Why do you think your experience is worth my time to laugh at?" Cheng Lang took out his mobile phone and asked casually while calculating the commission and tips he earned tonight. He has always been puzzled by the inexplicable self-confidence of some people.

Why do some people always feel that their lives will definitely attract the attention of others?

"I am a vicious cannon fodder, and I have never had this kind of confidence." Cheng Lang complained to the system in his heart. He didn't understand why his colleagues were always more confident than him, even though they were cannon fodder.

The system remained silent.

Cheng Lang was used to his partner, the system, being in standby mode for a long time, so he didn't mind. He casually asked Meng Tianye, "How is the salary and commission of your resident singer calculated?"

Meng Tianye didn't understand why Cheng Lang asked this question. Thinking of Cheng Lang's performance tonight, he immediately sneered, "What, you also want to be a resident singer?"

"It's not whether I want to or not." Cheng Lang shook his head and explained, "Brother Chen said, starting from tomorrow, I'm White Jade Capital's number one."

Meng Tianye's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but curse, "What number one is that? That's called a pillar."

After correcting it, Meng Tianye realized in hindsight, "Brother Chen asked you to replace me? Just because I didn't sing on stage tonight?"

"Why?" Meng Tianye scolded, "Who do you think you are? Can you sing? Why do you want someone like you to replace me as White Jade Capital's pillar?"

White Jade Capital doesn't want to be stylish anymore?!

Cheng Lang looked at Meng Tianye, who was cursing, and shrugged his shoulders, "What's the use of your incompetence and rage at this time? Remember, don't bring your emotions to the workplace next time. Otherwise, you will only suffer the consequences."

"I don't need you to teach me." Meng Tianye's eyes turned red with anger, "What do you know?"

After saying that, Meng Tianye threw away the ice towel and left angrily.

Cheng Lang looked at Meng Tianye's back and shook his head. Fortunately, when the boy left, the red marks on his face disappeared.

When Cheng Lang returned to the first floor, news of his "promotion" to White Jade Capital's pillar had spread inside the bar. Some people said congratulations, while others were envious and jealous, "You can become a mainstay by just singing a few bad street songs. If I had known, I would be on it."

"If you think you can do it, then you can do it." Cheng Lang has always been good at it. He is not a low-key and forbearing boss who is willing to suffer losses, "You can go up when you see the right time. Opportunities are equal."

The man was speechless, "You--"

"Okay!" The foreman appeared in time and said, "Go to work! Go do what you have to do.”

The group of people immediately scattered like birds and beasts. The foreman patted Cheng Lang on the shoulder and said, "Since the first day you came to White Jade Capital, I knew you were a man of many talents. Do a good job."

The foreman said, "Resident singers belong to the performing arts department, not my department. I'll take you to meet the manager of the performing arts department, Brother Wang. Brother Wang has a bit of a bad temper, but he's a good person, and he protects his shortcomings. You have to be smart when you work under him."

Cheng Lang said with a smile. Follow the foreman to Brother Wang.

Brother Wang is a sturdy man in his thirties, with a green dragon tattooed on his arm, a short green hair comb, and an obsidian earring on his ear. He leaned against the door of the artist lounge with his arms folded, looking at It's very difficult to mess with when you go up there.

"Are you Cheng Lang?" Brother Wang frowned and looked at Cheng Lang, "It was Brother Chen's idea to let you replace Tianye as the pillar. I don't know what your kid is capable of, but if you are just like this tonight At such a level, you are such a pillar."

Cheng Lang agreed with a smile, "That's what I told Brother Chen. I'm just a part-time waiter, but I just want to earn some commission from the drinks. One of them saw my shining star and couldn't bear to bury it, insisting on entrusting me with such an important task... So, Brother Wang, how do you calculate the hourly salary and drink commission for our resident singer?"

Brother Wang? His face darkened, "Brother Chen asked you to be the pillar, and that's all you care about?"

Cheng Lang blinked, with an innocent look on his face, "What else?"

Brother Wang couldn't help but emphasize: "Do you know that White Jade Capital is stationed in the city? What does it mean to be a singer? Our big boss is the Qin Dynasty, and the Qin Dynasty owns a record company."

This means that if the resident singer performs well in the bar, it is very likely that he will be hired by the Qin Dynasty. The record company took a fancy to him and became a signed singer.

“I didn’t expect that Brother Wang and Brother Chen are both so optimistic about me!” Cheng Lang’s old face turned red, a little shy, “I know that I am born to attract attention, but I really have never thought about taking the path of a signed singer. I don’t want to be an artist. My life goal is to become the domineering president, The King of Coolness.” No matter how poor he is, he must become a wealthy and powerful father of the client.

Brother Wang: "..."

Brother Wang took a deep breath and suddenly felt that he had nothing to say to someone like Cheng Lang. The two chatted for a long time, and Cheng Lang deliberately misinterpreted Brother Wang's arrogance as being optimistic about the newcomer.

"Let's get straight to the point!" After seeing Chenglang's cheekiness and ability to change the subject, Brother Wang didn't want to waste any more time, "The resident singers in our performing arts department are either handsome and can sing well, or they can do it themselves. You can make original songs to attract customers. What talents do you think you have, and you can be a pillar of White Jade Capital?"

Brother Wang stated the facts and hoped that Cheng Lang could retreat despite the difficulties.

Cheng Lang glanced at the resident singers with different expressions in the artist lounge and said with a smile, "I know that White Jade Capital's resident singers are very good, either because of their talent or their appearance."

"As long as you know." Brother Wang hugged his arms and sneered: "So you think you have any talents that can help you gain a foothold in the performing arts department?"

"I can rely on being shameless." The smile on Cheng Lang's face faded, and he looked at Brother Wang intently: "It was not my decision to make me the pillar of support. Brother Chen's thoughts are not something that I, a small part-time waiter, can influence. If Brother Wang is not satisfied with Brother Chen's decision, he can talk to him himself. Why bother me, a little waiter who earns a daily salary?"

Brother Wang's expression suddenly disappeared. He looked at Cheng Lang with cold eyes.

Cheng Lang still had the same playful smile: "I just said it. I want everything, even if I can be shameless."

"But when I decide to be shameless, I will not save faces for others."

There was a long silence. Brother Wang suddenly laughed, "You have the guts."

Cheng Lang waved his hands, "It doesn't matter whether you have guts or not. It's just about the money. Shouldn't we make it clear in advance?"

Cheng Lang was puzzled. He just wanted to know how much a resident singer could earn per hour and how much commission on drinks he could get. Why was it so difficult?