Chapter 114

"I don't like it, I haven't even listened to it, but I heard many elderly people like it very much!"

"Is that so?" Grandma nodded, her face already blooming with smiles.

"Since my granddaughter is so filial, let’s listen to it."

Mom and Dad were also full of gratification.

Their daughter had grown up, knowing how to be filial to the elderly.

As the girl pressed the play button, a sad suona sound suddenly rang out in the living room from the Bluetooth speaker.

A moment later, Grandma’s eyes instantly turned red.

"Old man~~~ why did you leave so early?!"

Grandpa hugged her.

"Old woman, how could you leave before me?"

Mom and Dad: "My father~~~ my mother~~~~"

In a square, the aunties who were old in age but young at heart had already set up their formation.

Preparing to show their beautiful dance moves in front of the many old men who were walking birds, walking dogs, and strolling.

Just then, a young man ran over in a hurry.

"Grandma, Grandma, I brought that piece over."

"Is that so?" An old lady was overjoyed.

She clapped her hands, attracting everyone’s attention.

"Sisters, let’s practice a new piece today."

"They say it was written specifically for us elderly people, called something 'Peaceful Road', my grandson just brought it over!"

"How about we practice this today?"

"Once we practice it well, we’ll go PK with the West Square, we’ll definitely win by surprise!"

"Good!" The sister group shouted in unison, attracting the attention of a group of old men.

Some people also chattered.

"Look at Auntie Liu’s grandson, so filial, he even prepared a piece for us."

"Yeah, yeah, my grandson shouts about eating chicken every day, but I made him mouth-watering chicken, and he actually disliked it."

"'Peaceful Road'... good name, one listen and you know it’s wishing us peace, good piece!"

The little grandson pressed the play button happily.

Instantly, from the big loudspeaker dedicated to square dancing, a sad suona sound suddenly came out.

That suona sound was miserable and resentful, like weeping and complaining, as if it were crying, and as if it were telling a story.

Following the suona sound, the entire square was instantly shrouded in a sad atmosphere, and it seemed like cold winds blew by.

"I always feel... something is a bit wrong somewhere..."

Su Meng touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

A group of people also looked at each other, feeling that this matter was really strange.

A funeral suona piece could actually suppress the world?

After thinking for a long time, Su Meng couldn't figure out why.

"Forget it, don't think about it."

"Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan, post a message on my Weibo, saying that I will livestream to bring goods tomorrow."

"Call on fans to come and support."

"Hmm... sleep right after posting."

"Everyone has worked hard rehearsing these few days, turn off your phones in a while, and have a beautiful sleep."

"Recharge your energy, we have to sell goods tomorrow!"

Boss Yang and Liu Liu Liu Tianxian looked at each other and suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Liu Liu Tianxian, our Teacher Teacher Reba is your fan, she’s been clamoring to see you, why don't I make an appointment tomorrow?"

"Good, good, I’ve long heard of Teacher Teacher Reba’s name, I also want to get to know her."

Xiao Xiao Xiao Yueyue raised his hand weakly.

"That... Little Junior Uncle... I have a performance at Guangde Building tomorrow..."

"Cough cough cough... Liu Liu Tianxian, didn't you work with Teacher Teacher Reba before?"

"Get lost!"

"Alright~~~"

"Virtue!" Deng Deng Deng Ziqi glared at them and said righteously.

"Isn't it just selling pork? I’ll accompany you tomorrow!"

"But... you have to write me a song..."

"Su Meng?"

In the living room, accompanied by the flying feathers of a feather duster, came a roar.

"Su Meng?"

In the square, the voices of countless people merged into a rolling torrent.

"Su Meng?"

In the park, many old men wearing practice clothes, holding swords in their hands, were murderous.

"Su Meng?"

In the nursing home, a group of old men and old ladies blocked the door of the broadcasting room and roared in unison.

Across the country, countless identical voices rang out.

Accompanied by crying, someone finally couldn't hold on and confessed under the beating.

"Tomorrow... Su Meng will livestream..."

Livestream?

A flash of light shot from the eyes of a group of old men and old ladies...

"Is it too late for us to withdraw now?"

In a conference room, a middle-aged man was full of seriousness.

A moment later, someone shook his head slightly and sighed.

"We have already signed a contract with Star Sea Entertainment, withdrawing now is a breach of contract."

"We Northeasterners have nothing else, but we are honest, one spit, one nail."

"Besides, we are the county government, but don't we need credibility?"

"The past is the past, what about now?"

A middle-aged man pointed at his phone and said angrily.

"Last night, his funeral song rang across the country, almost offending the entire elderly population!"

"How many people are holding their breath to come to the livestream room to scold him now?"

"Bringing our agricultural products at this time, isn't this just asking to be beaten?"

"Our county finally formed a pork industry chain, originally thinking of using this to advertise and become famous overnight."

"Now? This is a devastating blow!"

His words made many people silent.

They were leaders from several poverty-stricken counties across the country.

Su Meng’s ability to bring goods at the vegetable market last time also gave them an opportunity.

Therefore, he decisively took action and signed a product-promotion contract with Star Ocean Entertainment.

Moreover, they attached great importance to this matter; the person who came was at least a deputy county magistrate.

But now...

"Su Meng!!!"

Right in the middle of a sound sleep, Su Meng was suddenly jolted awake by thunderous knocking on his door.

Dazed and groggy, he climbed out of bed and opened the door.

Standing outside were Duan Duan Jiangping and Sister Qin, along with the little assistant who looked like she was about to cry.

Seeing him, Duan Duan Jiangping’s expression shifted, and he snatched the door away, slamming it shut with a heavy thud.

From outside the door came Duan Duan Jiangping’s roar.

"Put your damn clothes on! Who are you trying to show off for?"

This roar made Su Meng instantly clear-headed.

Only then did he realize... damn it, he was actually sleeping naked!

He hurriedly ran back to put on his clothes, did a quick wash, and then reopened the door.

Looking at the duo outside with their dark faces, Su Meng was also a bit bewildered.

"Um... may I ask who is the boss today?"

The little assistant held back her tears and quietly pointed at Duan Duan Jiangping behind her back.

Su Meng’s eyes lit up, and he said loudly.

"Welcome, Boss, for coming to inspect our work!"

"Sister Qin, the boss is here, why aren't you hurrying to pour the boss some tea?"

Sister Qin snorted coldly, pushed the door open, and walked in.

"Su Meng, my little ancestor, can you stop causing trouble?"

"The mess you've made this time... is just too big!"

What the heck? How did I cause trouble again? Su Meng was also a bit confused.

Duan Duan Jiangping coughed and put on the airs of a boss.

"Sister Qin, the artist you manage has caused a problem; you need to take responsibility."

"But for now, let's study some countermeasures first."

Problem? Countermeasures? Su Meng was even more confused.

The little assistant was almost crying.

"Brother Su, you need to prepare yourself mentally."

"Once the livestream starts in a moment, there will probably be millions of people pouring in instantly..."

"Millions of people? Great, that's great!" Hearing this number, Su Meng became excited immediately.

He had already accumulated quite a bit of popularity, a full several million.

However, his luck had been poor these past few days, which was why he hadn't done any draws.

There would actually be millions of people for this product promotion?

Wouldn't his popularity points be earned to the max?

By then, even if his luck was bad, it would be enough for him to splurge.

Seeing the strange smile on Su Meng’s face, the little assistant’s hair stood on end.

She hurriedly took out her phone and handed it over.

"Brother Su, see for yourself..."

Su Meng glanced at it; it was the Weibo trending list, and the top few items were—

#Millions of elderly gather, intending to denounce Su Meng! (Explosive!)#

#The funeral music that resounds across the land (Explosive!)#

#The mysterious operation of the funeral troupe (Explosive!)#

#A single funeral song, suppressing the battle of the gods (Boiling!)#

#Su Meng’s music press conference, high-energy throughout (Boiling!)#

#...#

Unsurprisingly, Su Meng had once again monopolized the trending list.

But seeing the top headline, he felt terrible.

He hurriedly clicked in and scanned through it, nearly spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

My fans, what the hell have you done?

This stuff... is it meant for the living to listen to?

Which old security guard told you that the elderly like this song?

Isn't this just setting me up?

"Su Meng, Su Meng, did I miss the livestream?"

Deng Deng Deng Ziqi came running over, bouncing, and pounced on Su Meng as soon as she saw him.

"Is my song written yet?"

Sister Qin snorted coldly, her tone filled with helplessness.

"Deng Deng Ziqi, let's put the song-writing matter aside for now."

"Su Meng, you’d better write a requiem for yourself first."

"I think you’re going to be completely finished this time, and the kind that goes down in infamy..."

"Why don't you just completely pivot and become a full-time suona player for the Su Family Troupe?"

Deng Deng Deng Ziqi listened, completely bewildered, not knowing what had happened.

Duan Duan Jiangping sighed and chimed in.

"Sister Qin is right, Su Meng, your Su Family Troupe..."

What the heck is this Su Family Troupe?

Su Meng was also a bit numb, holding up two fingers and saying indignantly.

"How much money can one funeral gig playing the suona earn?"

"At this rate, when will I ever earn enough for two million?"

Two million? Duan Duan Jiangping felt terrible.

I knew it! My two million in private savings, once it reaches you, is just money down the drain!

With his thoughts racing, Duan Duan Jiangping’s expression suddenly changed.

"But I’ve thought about it again, and it’s still worth a shot."

"Su Meng, what are your plans?"

Su Meng chuckled, looking completely confident.

Seeing him like this, Duan Duan Jiangping and Sister Qin felt hope rekindled.

Under their expectant gazes, Su Meng said calmly.

"The one promoting the products today is Su Qi'er!"

"They want to scold Master Su, what does that have to do with me, Su Qi'er?"

??? The few of them were instantly petrified...

Walking into the conference room, it had already been set up.

Calling it a setup, it was actually just a backdrop pulled up and livestreaming equipment placed down; it was very crude.

In the corner were bags of rice, pork, corn, and other agricultural products.

Seeing them walk in, several county magistrates stood up, looking very serious.

One magistrate said in a deep voice.

"Boss Duan, Mr. Su... there is something we need to say in advance."

"Because of... production and logistics reasons, we only have 2,000 orders of stock each this time..."

This was the solution they had discussed.