Chapter 13

Before she could even come up with a plan, her phone rang again — it was her little assistant calling.

"Qin Jie, look at Weibo quick, Su Meng is on the hot search!"

Huh? Qin Jie froze for a moment, then hurriedly opened Weibo, only to discover that among the top ten hot searches, three were actually related to Su Meng.

#The Most Down-to-Earth Big Star in History! #

#They Hire You as a Musician, and You Go Take Odd Jobs Playing the Suona? #

#One Song "Grand Funeral" Makes Countless People Weep#

Seeing this, the experienced Qin Jie was instantly dumbfounded.

But I didn't buy a hot search — how did I end up on there?

These days, taking odd jobs is this popular?

……

Seeing the Wang family troupe across the way stop playing, and instead huddle together whispering.

A suona player from the Li family troupe also stopped, thought for a moment, then walked over with his suona in hand.

"Old Wang, why'd you stop playing? Admitting defeat?"

"The host family paid us to do a job — is this how you half-ass it for them?"

The two troupes were rivals, but they also often collaborated, so naturally they weren't strangers to each other.

Having gotten the upper hand over the Wang family troupe today, his tone carried a hint of smugness.

Wang Laowu glared at him and snorted coldly.

"What are you so smug about?"

"Let me tell you, I specially invited a grand master suona player today — show me some respect!"

A grand master suona player?

The Li family troupe leader swept his gaze around, saw Su Meng giving instructions to the others, and couldn't help feeling a bit stunned.

"A grand master suona player? You mean this young whippersnapper?"

"Old Wang, have you lost your mind? Don't you know 'a downy lip means the work won't hold'?"

"Look at how he's dressed — sure, I'd buy that he's some pretty-boy idol, but a grand master suona player? Are you kidding me?"

By this point Su Meng had already finished briefing the others.

For these troupe members, they might not necessarily be able to read sheet music.

But they were experienced, and gongs, drums, wooden clappers, and cymbals were all percussion instruments — mainly about keeping the beat.

Naturally they quickly understood what they needed to do.

Su Meng raised his head, smiled, and said casually.

"Li family troupe leader, right? How my work turns out isn't something you need to worry about."

"Brothers, let's get to work! Start with 'Crying Through the Five Watches'!"

Saying so, he brought the suona up to his lips……

……

At that moment, at the Damenkou, an old man slowly walked over.

Seeing him, several middle-aged men from the host family hurried forward to greet him, and with a thud dropped to their knees and kowtowed.

"Seventh Uncle, you've come too — please, come inside."

The old man helped them up, his own face full of grief.

"This is your grandfather, and my old uncle too — I've come to see him off."

Just as those middle-aged men were about to speak, suddenly, a mournful suona note rang out.

That suona sound was heart-wrenching, as if someone were wailing and sobbing.

Hearing this suona sound immediately stirred up the grief in their hearts, and they couldn't help bursting into loud sobs.

"Grandpa! My grandpa! How could you leave… so early!"

"Seventh Uncle… please… come inside…"

Not just him — the old man, upon hearing this suona sound, also couldn't help tears streaming down his weathered face.

"Old Uncle, you only lived to be 102, how could you… how could you be gone?"

"You… you all don't be too sad… waaah waaah waaah……"

Perhaps moved by their crying, perhaps stirred to grief by this suona sound.

In an instant, inside and outside the entire mourning hall, everyone couldn't help bursting into loud sobs.

The sound of weeping pierced the heavens, shrouding half the village in sorrow.

Su Meng, playing the suona, couldn't help feeling a swell of pride.

Isn't this skill the system gifted just too awesome?

Just one God-Level Suona Mastery, and it can cause such a huge reaction?

This really proves the saying—

Once the suona sounds, everyone cries for me!

……

A new book sets sail — on my knees, I beg for all kinds of data support!