Chapter 4

In the program's backstage, everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

The deputy director hesitated for a long time before asking weakly.

"Director, this... isn't in our script, right?"

The general director nodded and said subconsciously.

"According to our plan, we gave him the musician profession, intending for him to busk on the street."

"The agency behind him also arranged for plants, so someone would give him money."

"The goal was to flesh out his persona and make him more down-to-earth."

"But now... holy crap! This is too down-to-earth, it's practically underground!"

"Is this something a normal person would do?"

"How is his live stream doing now? Has it collapsed?"

The deputy director glanced at the backstage, his eyes widening.

"Director... you... look! His live stream... it's exploded!"

Exploded?

The general director's eyes widened.

In Su Meng's live stream, it wasn't just exploded; almost everyone was stunned.

"Doesn't Su Meng know nothing about music? How can he play the suona and compose his own music?"

"Composing your own music isn't scary, but listen to what kind of tunes he's making?"

"'The Grand Funeral', 'Crying at the Fifth Watch', 'The Peaceful Road to the West'... holy crap! Is this stuff for the living to listen to?"

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! Why not write some other tunes? Why write these underworld tunes?"

"Logically, I'm Brother's die-hard fan and should unconditionally support all of Brother's work, but 'The Grand Funeral'... how can I support this?"

"I want to cry just hearing the names of these tunes, but why do I want to laugh seeing Su Meng count them?"

"To match this atmosphere, should I pull out a white cloth and cover myself?"

"Play one! Su Meng, play one! Don't just talk, show us."

In a house in Baishi Village, a funeral hall had already been set up.

Funeral couplets hung outside the gate, and many wreaths were placed at the entrance.

Many people were coming in and out, all wearing mourning clothes.

One look and you knew this family was holding a funeral.

There were also a few middle-aged men in mourning clothes standing at the gate; when they saw someone coming, they quickly went up to kowtow and welcome the guests.

This was the host family for this funeral.

In the open space at the gate, there were two eight-immortal tables placed on the left and right, with a few people sitting around them.

Everyone had their gear in hand.

Suona, sheng, gongs, drums, wooden clappers, cymbals... everything was there.

At the table on the left, a suona player was playing with gusto.

With his chest half-open and one foot on a long bench, he puffed out his cheeks and played the suona with all his might.

The loud suona sound could be heard in almost half the village.

After finishing a tune, he wiped his sweat and picked up a large bowl from the table, gulping down a bowl of water.

Only then did he catch his breath and say helplessly.

"Why hasn't Fifth Brother come back yet?"

"In terms of skill, I'm not afraid of the Li Family Troupe opposite, but I'm just one suona, how can I compete with them?"

Yes, the two suona troupes at the tables had already entered the PK stage.

At the other table, two suona players were playing with gusto.

Two suonas, sometimes one leading and one following, sometimes merging into one.

Whether in momentum or volume, they firmly suppressed the Wang Family Troupe, so it's no wonder the Wang Family Troupe's suona player was depressed.

He muttered a few words and picked up his horn again, just about to continue playing.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said happily.

"He's back, Fifth Brother is back!"

The others at the table looked in the direction of the sound and saw a van parked steadily nearby.

Wang Wang Laowu jumped out of the car and diligently brought two people over.

The suona player said loudly.

"Fifth Brother, you're finally back, you bought the suona, right?"

"Hurry up, let's team up and take those guys opposite down!"

Wang Wang Laowu glared at him and turned to smile at Su Meng.

"Master Su, this is the place where we're working today."

"Would you like to rest for a while?"

Su Meng was looking around with curiosity.

This was his first time seeing a funeral since coming to this world.

But after looking for a few moments, he found it was the same as the customs in many places in his past life, so he didn't care.

"Troupe leader, no need to rest."

"But I don't know your usual tunes; I only know how to play the tunes I wrote myself."

"Why don't you let the brothers rest for a while, and I'll give some instructions to the gong, drum, and clapper players?"

Wang Wang Laowu nodded, just about to speak.

The suona player interrupted directly.

"Fifth Brother, who is this? What instructions?"

Wang Wang Laowu waved his hand, signaling everyone to stop their work, and then introduced him.

"This is a suona Great Master I specifically invited; you can just call him Master Su."

"Today's suona work will be led by him; you all listen to his arrangements."

Ah? His words left everyone stunned.

The suona player looked at Su Meng and asked with a frown.

"Fifth Brother, where did you find such a young guy?"

"In this day and age, are there still young people willing to do funeral work?"

Wang Wang Laowu was just about to speak when he was interrupted by Su Meng's wave.

He looked at the few people and chuckled.

"Whether it's a mule or a horse, just take it out for a walk and you'll know."

"Why don't you all accompany me, and I'll play a tune first?"

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In the live stream, seeing Su Meng really come to such a place, everyone was stunned.

"Holy crap! I thought he was just joking, he's actually doing it for real?"

"I used to feel a bit unlucky seeing such places, but why am I full of anticipation today?"

"Sisters, how should we cheer when Brother performs later? Should we applaud, or should we cry out loud?"

"So conflicted, I want to hear the tunes Su Meng wrote, but I don't want to hear them, this stuff isn't for the living!"

"I'm stunned, I didn't expect Su Meng's first PK not to be on stage, but in front of a funeral hall?"

"Don't they say Su Meng is a professional CEO? Your CEO goes to do funeral work?"

"This really overturned my perception."

"Sigh, with a big star like Su Meng seeing the old man off, the old man will have something to brag about on his way."

"Damn, Su Meng entering the music scene, and he's debuting in front of a funeral hall?"

If anyone was the angriest right now, it must be Su Meng's manager, Sister Qin.

At this moment, she was scolding over the phone.

"How are you an assistant? How could you let Su Meng go to such a place?"

Su Meng's little assistant was almost crying.

"Sister Qin, I'm confused too."

"According to our plan, he was supposed to be busking on the street; who knew he would run off there?"

"Now his phone is off, and I can't contact him."

Sister Qin thought for a moment and said decisively.

"Contact the director's team immediately, have them contact Su Meng, and leave at once!"

"Doing funeral work? This is too demeaning!"

"How will he hold his head up in the entertainment industry in the future?"

Hanging up the phone, Sister Qin frowned and fell into deep thought.