Chapter 89

“By the way, Mr. Liu, I have a friend who also wants to record a song…”

“Like this…” Liu Huan seemed to be struggling.

“Deng Deng Ziqi, logically speaking, there is no problem.”

“Mainly because I also want to record a new song these two days, and I will also use the recording studio.”

“Forget it, for your sake, then you bring your friend.”

“That…” Deng Deng Deng Ziqi struggled for a long time, and finally spoke.

“Mainly my friend, wants to use your recording studio… to record a few funeral songs…”

“What? How can this be?” Liu Huan’s volume went up instantly.

“Deng Deng Ziqi, you don’t know the taboos of people in the circle!”

“Recording funeral songs in my studio, this is so unlucky, who will come in the future?”

“Tell your friend to find a place himself! Du du du…”

…

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Deng Deng Deng Ziqi gritted her teeth.

“Su Meng, don’t worry, I will definitely arrange the recording studio for you!”

“No need, no need!” Su Meng interrupted her directly, and took out his phone.

“Hey, Mr. Liu…”

“What Mr. Liu!” Liu Huan became angry instantly.

“Just call me Brother Huan, are you still seeing me as an outsider?”

“Hehe, that Brother Huan, I’ll go over to record a song in a while.”

“By the way, record a few suona pieces, the kind for the dead, look…”

“Good!” Liu Huan became excited instantly.

“This song is good, I just think the feng shui of the recording studio is not very good, you are here to rush for me!”

“Too lucky… By the way, you wait a moment! Du du du…”

Raising his phone, Su Meng hadn’t spoken yet, Deng Deng Deng Ziqi’s phone rang again, and Liu Huan’s voice came.

“Deng Deng Ziqi, how about you record the song a few days later?”

“I have a little brother who wants to use the recording studio these few days, to record a few funeral songs…”

？？？

Above Deng Deng Deng Ziqi’s head, a few question marks floated slowly.

Why do I feel… something is not quite right?

Their conversation was clearly transmitted to the live broadcast room through the microphone on the collar.

Netizens heard these conversations and were directly dumbfounded.

“Did I hear it wrong? They called, and it was to the same Liu Huan?”

“Is this Liu Huan fake? Such a cute Deng Deng Deng Ziqi talking doesn’t work, but Su Meng says it works?”

“Who the hell has bad feng shui, needs funeral songs to rush, what kind of ghost statement is this?”

“This Liu Huan has a problem, identification complete!”

“Pfft~~~~ Hahahaha… laughed to death, I probably understand, maybe Liu Huan is a fan of Master Su?”

“Although this matter is not reliable, it seems to be the only explanation, congratulations to Master Su fan group, added a heavyweight fan—Mr. Liu Huan!”

“Don’t call it Master Su fan group, official notice, from now on, Master Su fan group, officially named: Funeral Group! Please know! Thank you!”

“Official notice, from now on, Sect Leader Su fan group, officially named: Sun Moon God Sect! Please know! Thank you!”

“Official notice, from now on, Su Beggar fan group, officially named: Beggar Gang! Please know! Thank you!”

“Official notice, from now on, Junior Uncle Su fan group, officially named: Wudang Sect! Please know! Thank you!”

“Official notice, from now on, Su Domineering CEO fan group, officially… disbanded! Please know! Thank you!”

“Hahahaha… laughed to death, Su Meng is not serious, and the fan group is also so not serious?”

“I can understand the names of other fan groups, what does this Wudang Sect of Junior Uncle Su fan group mean?”

“Junior Uncle Su has always wanted to smash Deyun Society, Wudang”

"Su Meng, this music of yours... is it really that popular with the elderly?"

After a long silence, Deng Deng Deng Ziqi finally couldn't help but ask.

Su Meng nodded and said indifferently.

"Yeah, didn't you see it?"

"Actually, it's not just the elderly; one day, young people will like it too."

The group was instantly choked for words.

I mean, I'm a young person too, so why don't I like these funeral tunes that much?

Oh~~~ I get it. Maybe when we're old and have grasped the true meaning of life and death, we'll grow to like them?

The group felt as if they had found the answer.

They just didn't know that the music they were talking about and the music Su Meng was talking about were not the same thing at all!

One was a sorrowful funeral tune, the other a lively, festive piece.

How the hell could those be the same?

"Hello, Teacher Su!" A young girl carrying an erhu case walked past them briskly.

Seeing Su Meng, her large eyes curved into crescents as she smiled.

"Hmm, hello Xiao Ying." Su Meng nodded and asked casually.

"How is your practice going?"

"I've already mastered it! Even Teacher Qin Qin Qin Qianyan praised me for having talent!"

Xiao Ying looked proud.

The group behind him was on the verge of tears.

Such a cute girl, and you actually made her learn those funeral tunes? Are you even human?

Seeing Xiao Ying about to linger, Su Meng waved his hand.

"Alright, hurry off to class."

"Oh, right, if you see Beibei and Beibei Beibei Tata, tell them to practice their music well too."

"I'll take you all to perform in a few shows in a while."

"Okay, okay! Thank you, Teacher Su!" Xiao Ying became excited instantly, her sparkling eyes filled with anticipation.

The people behind him looked at each other, suddenly filled with deep suspicion about the world.

Listening to that, your "Su Family Troupe" has already roped in several ignorant young girls?

And you're going to take them to perform? What kind of performance? Blowing suonas at gravesides?

Are you talking nonsense?

How do you know when someone is going to die? Is this stuff... something you can book in advance?

No way, I absolutely will not allow you to extend your evil claws toward these innocent girls!

In an instant, the group felt a surge of mission, as if they had suddenly become great heroes destined to save the world.

……

Xiao Ying said her goodbyes and was just about to leave, satisfied, when she was suddenly pulled back by Boss Yang.

Boss Yang shielded her behind her back, just like a mother hen protecting her chicks. ===== CHAPTER 195 =====