Chapter 3

Hua Hua Chenyu looked at the information on his phone and said with a dark face.

In the live stream, it was already filled with insults.

"What's wrong with a 21-yuan delivery? Why isn't it fit for human consumption?"

"Listen, listen, is this something a human would say?"

"What's wrong with earning three yuan per order? Isn't that how delivery guys earn money? Why is it not okay when it's you?"

"Hua Hua is working so hard, my heart aches for Hua Hua."

"This is hard work? Others can do it, why can't your Hua Hua do it?"

Just as they were arguing, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Holy crap! Hurry to Su Meng's live stream, that professional poker-face is pulling out his big move!"

What? This sentence piqued many people's curiosity, and many quickly switched over.

"Are you, are you the passenger with the last four digits 4644?"

Deng Deng Deng Ziqi entered the role quickly and asked seriously.

"Yes, to Huanghe South Road."

A young lady who had just sat in the car responded, took out her phone, and played with it on her own.

Deng Deng Deng Ziqi chuckled.

"Our car has a special service; passengers can request songs for me to sing. Do you want to experience it?"

"Really?" The passenger lady raised her head curiously, thought for a moment, and asked.

"I like Deng Deng Deng Ziqi's songs the most, can you sing them?"

Deng Deng Deng Ziqi made a "V" sign at the camera and said excitedly.

"Really? You like Deng Deng Deng Ziqi too? She's pretty and sings well; I love her too!"

In the live stream, many netizens had already burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect Deng Deng Deng Ziqi to be so fun, and she even praises herself like that?"

"Oh my, I can't take it, my stomach hurts from laughing; I didn't expect Deng Deng Deng Ziqi to be so down-to-earth in private?"

"This Deng Deng Deng Ziqi, why is she blurting out such truths?"

Just then, a unique bullet comment scrolled by.

"Oh my, let me laugh for a while; I dare not stay in Su Meng's live stream anymore, if I stay any longer, I'll cry to death."

His words also piqued many people's curiosity.

"Su Meng's live stream? What did he do? Why are they crying?"

The bullet comment replied quickly.

"That guy is actually playing the suona! And he's playing funeral music, making everyone cry!"

What? Su Meng? That professional poker-faced CEO? Played the suona and made people cry?

Instantly, many netizens could no longer suppress their curiosity and crawled over along the network cable.

"Wow, Big Honey really lives up to her reputation!"

In Boss Yang's live stream, many people were almost drooling.

Boss Yang made a light turn, showing off her perfect figure.

As an actress, she also knew how to use her advantages.

"Come to think of it, this swimming pool lifeguard should be a relatively easy profession."

"I should only need to sit here and watch others swim, right?"

In the live stream, there was a sudden sound of howling.

"Yes, yes, you only need to be responsible for being beautiful!"

"I like this cameraman, must give him a chicken leg!"

"Boss Yang's figure, even as a girl, I can't help but have a nosebleed!"

Amidst the howling, a different bullet comment suddenly appeared.

"Oh my, let me wash my eyes and change my mood; Su Meng's live stream is too damn toxic!"

Su Meng's live stream? Toxic?

His words also made many people curious.

"This Great Master, which troupe are you from?"

In the instrument shop, a middle-aged man walked over and asked with a fawning smile.

Great Master? Which troupe?

This question made Su Meng freeze.

The middle-aged man explained.

"I have a suona troupe that specializes in funeral work, and it's quite well-known in this area; how come I haven't seen you before?"

"Which troupe's lead suona player are you?"

Ah? Su Meng was stunned for a moment, then finally understood.

In rural areas, suona troupes are popular; a troupe doesn't have many people, just five or six.

There are those who play the suona, those who play the sheng, and those who play the gongs, drums, and clappers, specializing in rural weddings and funerals; they are considered a type of folk artist.

So this middle-aged man took him for someone from a suona troupe?

Su Meng was just about to explain, but suddenly remembered his popularity points and immediately had a new idea.

Isn't the goal to experience a down-to-earth profession?

What profession is more down-to-earth than doing funeral work?

If you seriously try to be a musician, how much popularity can you gain?

In this day and age, you have to do something flashy!

No, you have to do some "white work" (funeral work)!

Thinking of this, Su Meng gave a thumbs up and chuckled.

"Good eye, I do specialize in funeral work, but I don't have a troupe."

What? The cameraman beside him was instantly confused and quickly pulled Su Meng aside to whisper.

"Brother Su, the profession you drew is a musician! How can you go do funeral work?"

Su Meng glanced at him and asked with a smile.

"Let me ask you, is the suona a musical instrument?"

"...Yes!"

"Then is playing the suona making music?"

"...Yes!"

"Then is the person playing the suona a musician?"

"...Yes!"

The cameraman subconsciously nodded, then suddenly felt something was a bit off.

You call someone doing funeral work a musician too?

You, the professional CEO, are you really this down-to-earth?

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Hearing Su Meng say this, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and the smile on his face grew even wider.

"Great Master, with such great skills, you don't have a troupe? Then do you take jobs?"

"I do! I definitely do! You have a job?"

Su Meng became interested when he heard him say this.

The middle-aged man said with a fawning smile.

"To be honest, Great Master, our troupe happens to have a job these two days."

"The host family is quite wealthy and has hired two suona troupes to compete against each other."

"My suona happened to break, so I specifically took the time to come out and buy a new one, which is why I had the fate to meet you."

"If it's convenient for you, could you help us out with a job?"

"The pay is negotiable; with your skills, you are definitely a Great Master, I'll pay 500 a day!"

Oh ho? A funeral competition?

Su Meng became interested.

This is also a custom in local rural areas.

When an elderly person in the family passes away, they will hire a suona troupe.

If the family is wealthy, they might even hire two suona troupes to play together.

When both sides start to compete, neither willing to admit defeat, and each shows their skills, the performance becomes truly exciting and lively.

For the host family, the livelier the performance, the more face they have.

But for the suona troupes, this is a PK.

How good your skills are is revealed by comparison.

Those with good skills are naturally triumphant and have more confidence in taking future jobs.

Those with poor skills naturally lose face, and even the pay they receive will be a notch lower.

And today he just happened to run into this kind of job?

"No problem, I'll take this job!"

Su Meng slapped his thigh and agreed directly.

The cameraman beside him opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

Forget it, I'm just a small cameraman; how a star acts is his own business!

Hearing him agree immediately, the middle-aged man was full of joy.

He had been doing funeral work for over a decade and was an expert.

But he had never encountered a situation where a single tune made people cry directly.

If such a Great Master joined his troupe, his troupe would definitely become famous!

He was also a savvy person and knew the price he offered was still a bit low.

He quickly took the initiative to help Su Meng pay for the suona.

Su Meng didn't decline.

After all, for this star experience, everyone was penniless, so even if he wanted to pay, he couldn't.

At this moment, the number of people in Su Meng's live stream had soared to seventy or eighty thousand, and all the netizens were stunned.

"Holy crap! I thought he was just joking, I didn't expect him to really go do funeral work?"

"Are you kidding me? Isn't he a professional CEO? Why do I feel like the style is a bit off?"

"Su Meng's image should be playing the piano in a tuxedo in a concert hall, but he's actually doing funeral work? This is too down-to-earth, right?"

"This style is truly beautiful; it really overturned my perception."

"I used to think Su Meng was a bit pretentious, but looking at him today, he's clearly a funny guy!"

"Brother, kill me! Brother, kill me!"

"This star has something; he's much better than those stars who don't know the hardships of the common people."

"By the way, Su Meng can actually play the suona? What serious star learns this stuff!"

As more and more people flooded into the live stream, the popularity points in Su Meng's system also grew rapidly.

Seeing this, Su Meng nodded secretly.

This move was the right one!

In a van, the middle-aged man said while driving.

"Oh right, my surname is Wang, everyone calls me Wang Wang Laowu, our troupe is called the Wang Family Troupe; how should I address you, Great Master?"

Su Meng didn't mind and said casually.

"My surname is Su."

"Master Su, nice to meet you!" The middle-aged man said and asked curiously.

"By the way, Master Su, what was the name of the tune you played in the instrument shop earlier?"

"I could tell it was a funeral tune, but how come I've never heard it?"

It would be strange if you had heard it!

Su Meng couldn't help but complain to himself; this was a tune from Earth in his past life.

Naturally, it didn't exist in this world.

"Oh, that tune? That's called 'The Grand Funeral', I wrote it myself!"

Holy crap?

The middle-aged man was instantly shocked.

Has the threshold for funeral suona players become this high nowadays?

To be a suona master, you have to be able to compose your own music?

Thinking about it, he asked weakly.

"Master Su, besides this 'The Grand Funeral', have you composed other tunes?"

"Yes, plenty!" Su Meng became interested and started counting on his fingers.

"'The Grand Funeral', 'Crying at the Fifth Watch', 'Crying to the Emperor of Heaven', 'Song of the Blue Sky', 'Song of the Crying Farewell', 'The Peaceful Road to the West'..."

Hearing him count these tunes, the live stream fell silent.

It seemed that, vaguely, a cold wind blew past.

Aren't you a big star? Aren't you supposed to be a musician?

But what kind of underworld tunes are you making?

Please, play something for the living!

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