Chapter 90

Staring fixedly at Su Meng with 300 eyes, she looked ready to face death.

"Su Meng! Let this girl go, come at me if you have a problem!"

"You?" Su Meng looked at her with confusion and shook his head.

"You won't do, you're a bit too old."

A bit too old... too old... old...

Boss Yang suddenly felt a sweetness in her mouth, as if a mouthful of blood was about to spray out, and her heart ached as if ten thousand needles were being pricked by Rong Momo.

Seeing Boss Yang defeated in one move, Liu Liu Liu Tianxian thought for a moment and silently took a step back.

Only Deng Deng Deng Ziqi charged forward in succession.

"What about me? I'm much younger than Boss Yang!"

Pfft~~~ Boss Yang finally couldn't hold back and sprayed a mouthful of old blood.

Can you aim properly when you throw a grenade? You're hitting your own teammates!

Su Meng glanced at her and shook his head. "You won't do either, you're too developed."

What? Too developed?

For a moment, Deng Deng Deng Ziqi didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

No, Deng Deng Deng Ziqi suddenly realized something.

It's just a few performances, right?

What kind of performance requires checking one's figure?

Could it be *that* kind of performance?

The way Deng Deng Deng Ziqi looked at Su Meng started to become strange...

Only I'm left!

Xiao Xiao Xiao Yueyue secretly cheered himself on and spoke up weakly.

"Little Martial Uncle, since they won't do, what about the Wang Troupe or the Li Troupe?"

"They won't do even more." Su Meng looked at them strangely.

"They're old and they're men, how could they possibly do?"

"Besides, they don't know how to play the erhu, pipa, or zhongruan."

What? The four of them were stunned.

Erhu... pipa... zhongruan... has doing funeral work become this high-end now?

Or is it just your Su Family Troupe that's this high-end?

……

"Hello, Teacher Su!"

"Hello, Teacher Su!"

"Teacher Su is amazing!"

Along the way, students would run over from time to time to greet Su Meng respectfully.

Su Meng was also kind and approachable, occasionally asking about their learning progress.

But this scene left the group more and more bewildered.

If one or two people knew you, that would be one thing.

But looking at this posture, why does it feel like you're home when you arrive here?

Xiao Xiao Xiao Yueyue couldn't help but ask.

"Little Martial Uncle, it feels like you're very familiar with this place."

Su Meng nodded, a hint of nostalgia appearing in his eyes.

"Yeah, after all, this is a place where I once fought."

A place where you fought?

This statement left the group instantly confused.

Aren't you just a traffic-driven idol? When did you get involved with this hall of art?

And you call it fighting?

Deng Deng Deng Ziqi's expression changed drastically, and she blurted out.

"Su Meng, you didn't come here carrying a suona to challenge them, did you?"

What? Everyone couldn't help but gasp, a picture forming in their minds.

Cold winds blowing, filled with boundless killing intent.

Su Meng stood with his hands behind his back, holding a suona, possessing the demeanor of an invincible master.

Opposite him was a group of well-dressed artists, each with solemn faces, holding eighteen types of weapons... musical instruments.

One artist jumped out first.

"I have a piece titled 'Tchaikovsky C Major', please enlighten me!"

As he played, the flowing notes transformed into an army of knights attacking.

In the face of danger, Su Meng looked up and laughed, shouting loudly.

"Tchaikovsky?"

"Even if Kapinsky, Tchaikovsky, Truck Driver, Taxi Driver, Tractor Driver, He's a Coward, Roly-Poly-sov, Sharapova, Dabopova, Ginseng Doll... all come out, what do I have to fear?"

"You have an army of knights, I have a million nether-soldiers!"

Immediately, he raised the suona to his lips, and the melody of "Great Funeral" slowly began to play.

This melody connected heaven and earth, instantly causing a cataclysm.

Ghostly winds blew, fog rose, and faintly, the gates of hell opened wide as a million nether-soldiers crossed over.

The two armies instantly clashed...

Holy crap! Many people couldn't help but shiver.

Isn't this too terrifying?

"What are you thinking about?" Su Meng glared at Deng Deng Deng Ziqi and said irritably.

"I just accidentally smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office..."

Holy crap! Countless people at the scene and in the livestream were dumbfounded again.

Who is Teacher Liu Huan?

The top male singer in the country, the department head of the Vocal Music Department at the Imperial Conservatory of Music!

You smashed his office, and you're still standing here alive?

Deng Deng Deng Ziqi swallowed hard, looking nervous.

"Su Meng, you smashed Teacher Liu Huan's office... didn't Teacher Liu scold you?"

"Scold? Why would he?" Su Meng sighed and said faintly.

"After all, he was the one who forced fake liquor on me first..."

Numb, completely numb...

……

At the entrance of a large rehearsal hall, Deng Deng Deng Ziqi stopped subconsciously.

Her tone carried a hint of awe.

"Su Meng, shouldn't we not go over there?"

"This is the rehearsal hall, not just anyone can enter."

"How can that be?" Su Meng curled his lips, looking indifferent.

"It's precisely because it's the rehearsal hall that I'm here."

"Only by hearing their abilities in person can I choose a few good accompanists."

Holy crap, your reason is so flawless that I'm speechless.

The group was also speechless.

But what else could they do now?

Just bite the bullet and follow.

Anyway, the little assistant has already booked a bed in the orthopedics department of the hospital; at worst, it'll count as a work-related injury.

Sigh... compared to this, I'd actually rather go be an old beggar...

"Hello, Teacher Su!" ===== CHAPTER 196 =====

"Teacher Su is here."

"Teacher Su, do you have time to give me some pointers?"

Entering the rehearsal hall, even more students greeted Su Meng proactively.

The group was already numb. Sigh... let it be whatever it will be.

I'm already tired, I don't want to be shocked anymore.

Su Meng entered the rehearsal hall as if returning to his own home, walking straight inside.

At the very back was a large, isolated hall.

Su Meng didn't even knock, just pushed the door open and walked in.

Inside the hall, three groups of people were sitting, with various musical instruments placed in front of each person.

However, they weren't rehearsing at the moment; they were being critiqued by Hu Zheng.

Seeing Su Meng push the door open and enter, many people stood up directly and said loudly.

"Hello, Teacher Su!"

This shout startled the group following Su Meng, causing them to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.

"This... aren't these the heads of the three major folk music orchestras?"

When they saw the people in front of them clearly, they were completely shocked.

Boss Yang pointed at the three people in front, her hand trembling slightly.

They had seen the three heads at the airport before and recognized them instantly.

Su Meng ignored her and walked over on his own.

"How is everyone practicing?"

Hu Zheng nodded, looking gratified.

"Rest assured, it's already perfect."

Su Meng nodded, suddenly struck by an idea.

"Alright then, have everyone prepare. We'll have a public performance in the next few days as an official release."

"Great! I'll follow your arrangements!" Hu Zheng didn't even ask how he planned to do it and agreed immediately.

Su Meng smiled at the group and suddenly said loudly.

"I plan to record a suona album in a while, specifically for funeral music."

"Any artists here willing to help out?"

Holy crap!

Boss Yang and the others turned green.

Are you too direct?

Asking so openly in front of everyone, who would agree? Who could keep a straight face?

Even if you wanted to recruit people, you should at least take them to a secluded place and offer more money; then they might consider it.

But to their surprise, these elegant artists all stood up at once.

They shouted in unison.

"I'll go!"

Immediately, the way they looked at each other changed; it seemed as if intimate colleagues had suddenly become competitors.

Everyone at the scene and in the livestream was almost numb.

Big brother, you are artists!

This is asking you to do funeral music!

It's to perform at gravesides! Not to perform at the Golden Hall!

Is it really worth it for all of you?

Su Meng, however, was not surprised at all; he just shook his head and said indifferently.

"I don't need that many people, just suona, sheng, gongs, drums, clappers, and cymbals."

"Who can play these?"

"Me!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Who studying folk music isn't a multi-instrumentalist? It's just a matter of proficiency.

But the suona and sheng require some technical skill, and gongs, drums, clappers, and cymbals... to these artists, is that even a thing?

Most importantly, being able to collaborate with Teacher Su is a great honor!

What? You say funeral work is unlucky?

So what? We've been full of joy every day recently, almost thinking we were the bride and groom.

Doing some funeral work is just the right way to neutralize it.

Su Meng shook his head, feeling helpless about these people.

"Alright then, the suona principal, sheng principal, and percussion principal from each troupe come with me."

"Sigh..." A huge sigh erupted from the crowd.

Those who weren't named were heartbroken, as if they had lost five million.

But those who were named held their heads high, faces full of pride, as if they had won a great battle.

Finally, a chance to do something for Teacher Su, so happy.

……

In the livestream, almost all the netizens couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"I mean... did I see that right? Fighting to do this kind of work? Are these really the three major folk music orchestras?"

"I just checked their official website; although I can't believe it, it's true."

"Pfft~~~ Why do I suddenly have the feeling of picking a princess at a KTV?"

"Laughing? You can still laugh? My nose is sour, I'm about to cry."

"

…… That instrument shop owner was right, those in folk music are too poor, they have to fight for this kind of work..."

"These artists are so pitiful... if this continues, won't they have to join the Beggar Sect?"

"Bizarre, anyway, I think it's extremely bizarre!"

"Since Su Meng joined this show, have there been few bizarre things?"

In the office of the Imperial National Orchestra, the secretary on duty hung up the phone, bewildered.

What's going on?

Suddenly, over a dozen calls came in, wanting to... donate money to the Imperial National Orchestra?

……

"Xiao Meng, you're finally here!"

Seeing Su Meng bring a group of people over, Liu Huan, who had been waiting expectantly at the door, rushed over and hugged him tightly.

"I've already prepared the song, and I'm just about to record the official version."

"Since you're here, help me listen to it too."

The group behind him looked at all this blankly, their hearts already as still as water.

What? You say a poker-faced CEO is very familiar with a music industry bigwig, and this is very fantasy-like?

Heh, you're too young.

What could be more shocking than a group of great artists willing to lower their status to record funeral music?

We've already climbed Mount Everest; is a small dirt mound still worth our shock?

A joke!

Only...

Liu Huan let go and said casually.

"You don't know, the CCTV 'Water Margin' crew is calling three times a day to urge me."

"For this theme song, the whole crew is going crazy."

"Oh, right, has your agent negotiated the price with the crew?"

"Let me tell you, the crew is so satisfied with this song, tell your agent not to be polite with them."

"After all, you wrote this song, and the copyright is in your hands."

What? ===== CHAPTER 197 =====