Chapter 84

Imperial Capital Conservatory of Music, Vocal Music Department, in the department head’s office.

Liu Huan looked at Su Meng, who was sleeping like a dead pig, and then at his own messy office.

He looked at the Moutai in his hand again and fell into deep contemplation.

This was the Moutai he had treasured for twenty years!

Only now did he realize… he had been hiding a bottle of fake wine?!

“Liu Huan!!!!”

Hu Zheng ran in with his students, furious, pointing at Liu Huan’s nose and cursing.

“Look at you! What the hell have you done!”

“Su Meng is the hope for the revival of folk music; you are going to destroy him, you are going to destroy folk music!”

“You, you, you!! You are a disaster!!! A sinner!!!”

“You are a sinner to the revival of folk music! A sinner in history!”

“You are going to be nailed to the pillar of shame in history, despised by countless future generations!!!”

Liu Huan was stunned by this sudden barrage of abuse.

By the way, what did I do?

Didn’t I just persuade Su Meng to drink a glass of wine?

How did I become a sinner in history?

The little assistant raised her hand tremblingly and said weakly.

“Mr. Hu, don’t blame Mr. Liu.”

“It’s mainly because Su Meng’s alcohol tolerance is poor, he falls as soon as he sees alcohol…”

“But he’ll be fine after sleeping for a while…”

“You’re still speaking for him?!”

Hu Zheng glared at her and said viciously.

“I’m setting a rule for Su Meng; from now on, the Vocal Music Department is his restricted area!”

“Especially Liu Huan, don’t let Su Meng see Liu Huan again even if he dies!”

The little assistant nodded subconsciously, then suddenly froze.

By the way, what is your relationship with our Su Meng? Why are you making decisions for him?

…

Only then did Liu Huan come to his senses and became furious.

“Old Hu! You are truly an old fox!”

“Su Meng is definitely a master at writing songs, and his singing skills are also remarkable!”

“Do you want to trap him in the folk music department and just let him do folk music?”

“Isn’t it enough that you snatched Bai Xiao, you want to snatch Su Meng too?”

“Do you have no shame?”

Everyone sighed in unison, and then turned to look at Qin Qin Qin Qianyan.

“Eldest Senior Sister, do you have any more melon seeds?”

Qin Qin Qin Qianyan shook her head, looking regretful.

“I usually only prepare five bags of melon seeds when I come to see the teacher; who knew this wouldn’t be enough?”

“It seems I am still too young.”

Everyone nodded in unison.

“Yes, Eldest Senior Sister, you are only eighteen, young, truly too young!”

Bai Xiao looked at the two big shots who were about to roll up their sleeves and fight, and then at Su Meng, who was sleeping like a dead pig, and sighed helplessly.

“Dear Senior Brothers and Sisters.”

“The main reason for inviting Su Meng this time was to have him give a few lectures.”

“But now that he’s like this, how can he possibly get on the podium?”

“Since you are all here, why don’t you go and fill in the numbers?”

The Eldest Senior Brother nodded and agreed.

“Since we’re here, we can’t come for nothing; let’s consider it working for the teacher.”

“Let’s go first… Wait!”

“Little Junior Sister, what did you say? We go and fill in the numbers?”

“We are at least famous figures in the domestic folk music world; you say we are just filling in the numbers?”

Bai Xiao didn’t speak, just raised her hand and pointed at Su Meng.

Everyone sighed in unison.

The Eldest Senior Brother said helplessly.

“In front of Su Meng, we seem to have really become fillers.”

“Forget it, this is like playing a game; let’s be the small monsters first, and let Su Meng be the final boss!”

“Eldest Senior Brother is right!” Everyone nodded in unison.

Only… Qin Qin Qin Qianyan’s gaze suddenly became dangerous.

“Playing a game? When did you secretly go to play games?”

“And who did you go to play with?”

“I was wondering why I felt like someone was sniping me when I played games recently.”

“That… I’ll go to class first.” The Third brother darted out with a “whoosh”.

“Same here!” The Fourth and Sixth brothers were the same.

Bai Xiao sighed, suddenly feeling very tired in her heart.

“Eldest Senior Sister, wait a moment, I’ll go get a bottle of safflower oil first.”

“Um… after all, Eldest Senior Brother still has to go to class later, it doesn’t look good to be bruised and swollen…”

…

In the large lecture hall, it was already packed.

Not only students from the folk music department, but even many teachers had come.

For this folk music master who was a domineering CEO more than a week ago but had suddenly risen, who wouldn’t be curious?

Xiao Ying glanced at the twins next to her and muttered with a pout.

“Beibei, Beibei Beibei Tata, why did you two come?”

“The Sect Leader is good at guzheng and erhu, he doesn’t play pipa or zhongruan!”

“You all ran over, and this classroom can’t even fit everyone.”

The twins giggled and said in unison.

“We are here to see the Sect Leader!”

Xiao Ying was instantly unhappy, her little mouth pouting high.

It was as if something she loved had been snatched away.

Just at this moment, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Bai Xiao walked in.

Seeing her walk in, the scene suddenly quieted down, everyone staring at her tightly.

Bai Xiao walked onto the podium and said loudly.

“Students, Mr. Su Meng has already arrived at the school.”

Wow… A burst of cheers erupted from the audience.

Bai Xiao reached out to press down, and after it became a bit quieter, she continued.

“However, right now, Mr. Su is… um… discussing some issues with Mr. Hu.”

“According to Mr. Hu’s wishes, this class has been adjusted.”

“The department has invited several folk music masters to communicate with everyone first and provide one-on-one guidance, okay?”

“Okay~~~” the crowd below said listlessly.

They came for Su Meng today, and now he’s not coming?

But just at this moment, the lecture hall door opened, and a group of people filed in.

Seeing these people, exclamations erupted one after another in the classroom.

“Oh my god, it’s Mr. Xu Tianming, the head of the Shanghai National Music Troupe!”

“Wu Wu Shanhong, head of the Imperial Capital National Music Troupe! Huh? What happened to Mr. Wu’s face?”

“Hu Qinghe! Head of the Broadcast National Music Troupe! Oh my god!”

Even Beibei was shaking Xiao Ying’s shoulders desperately.

“Xiao Ying, do you see? It’s Qi Qi Sixian! The pipa principal of the National Music Troupe! My idol!”

“Look at your ignorant look!” Xiao Ying gave her a look of disdain.

“My second idol, Wan Wan Yuyan, the erhu principal of the Imperial Capital Folk Music Troupe, has been taking classes with us for several days, am I proud?”

“Sigh~~~~ Sect Leader, you made me wait so hard!”

…

“The big river flows to the east, the stars in the sky reflect the Big Dipper!”

“When we say go, we go, you have it, I have it, we all have it!”

“Roar when you see injustice, take action when it’s time to take action, rushing through the nine provinces with vigor…”

“Good, truly good! It’s a perfect match for ‘Water Margin’!”

A bearded director shook his head while savoring the song, praising it while shaking his head with regret.

He was the general director of the CCTV version of ‘Water Margin’, the famous director Zhang Jizhong.

After the song, Zhang Jizhong took off his headphones and said loudly.

“Have you confirmed with Mr. Liu Huan? When can the official version be recorded?”

“Just listening to the demo is not enough!”

The assistant director replied hurriedly.

“We have confirmed, the official recording there will take another four or five days.”

Zhang Jizhong nodded and urged again, worried.

“Remember to urge Mr. Liu Huan more, at least contact him three times a day; I can’t wait to hear the full version!”

The assistant director agreed hurriedly.

Zhang Jizhong thought for a moment and confirmed again, unable to believe it.

“Did this song really get written by that little fresh meat Su Meng who only plays domineering CEOs? Impossible, right?”

The assistant director was almost crying.

“Director Zhang, you’ve already asked three times!”

“Is that so? I still don’t believe it, just a flowery pillow…”

The assistant director sighed and interrupted him.

“Director Zhang, your information is already outdated.”

“During this period, Su Meng has been very popular.”

“Playing the suona, erhu, guzheng, clapper, crosstalk… oh, right, he’s also a master at begging and singing lotus songs.”

“And now he is the Junior Uncle of Deyun Society!”

What the hell?

Several huge question marks appeared above Zhang Jizhong’s head.

These words… do they have any connection?

How did you naturally connect them together?

The assistant director thought for a moment, took out his phone, and quickly opened a video.

“Director Zhang, the netizens have edited it into a collection; if you have time, just watch it.”

“Now whoever says Su Meng is a domineering CEO is really a country bumpkin…”

Zhang Jizhong took the phone and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

…

“What? Okay, I know, I will notify Su Meng.”

Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan put down the phone, feeling a bit confused, but didn’t say anything.

In the rehearsal hall, the music slowly stopped. Then, warm applause erupted.

Su Meng gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely.

“This ‘Spring Festival Overture’ has been polished almost enough.”

“Everyone adjust your state these two days, and we can officially record and release it.”

A burst of applause erupted from the group, and everyone’s eyes on Su Meng were filled with respect.

The Third brother Xu Tianming and the Sixth brother Hu Qinghe darted over directly.

“Little Meng, it’s our turn for ‘Joyous’!”

“Old Sixth, go away, it’s time to listen to our ‘Golden Snake Dancing’!”

Su Meng sighed and said softly.

“Third Brother, Sixth Brother, by the way, Mr. Hu is still standing on the side.”

“You don’t ask him for guidance, but insist on asking me; isn’t this betraying your master and slapping Mr. Hu in the face?”

Before the two could speak.

Hu Zheng had already spoken with a smile.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind; you are the creator, the person who understands these pieces the best.”