Chapter 147

"How could they possibly be the same?" Hua Chenyu shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Do you fucking understand or not?"

"Look at those people — playing violin, guitar, saxophone on the street — that's called art!"

"Now look at what our street performers do!"

"Clack bamboo clappers? Play the erhu? Blow the suona? How tacky is that? How embarrassing? That's just begging!"

"Can these tacky, lowbrow things even be mentioned in the same breath as street art?"

Su Meng's gaze grew colder and colder.

Foreigners busking on the street is called art, but Laozu Sect busking on the street is called begging?

Fuck your mother!

What bullshit logic?!

……

Seeing the two of them start arguing, the chief director not only did not stop them, but looked thoroughly excited.

Here it comes, here it comes — my traffic code is back!

But while the chief director stayed calm, the other few celebrities could not.

Deng Ziqi grabbed Su Meng and said hurriedly.

"Su Meng, it's normal to have different views on music — don't get angry over this."

"Um… tomorrow I'll go busking with you. I can't just freeload off someone else's big banquet, right?"

Boss Yang and the others crowded around as well, all talking at once.

"I think this bowl-smashing thing doesn't look that hard — how about you teach me, and I'll do the drumming tomorrow?"

"No way — you already went begging with Su Meng yesterday, so tomorrow's bowl-smashing turn is mine."

"Bro, you're my own dear brother — don't leave me behind on this street gig."

Unconsciously, all of them had taken Su Meng's side.

Su Meng gave a cold snort and forced a smile.

"Fine then, let's all go together tomorrow."

Hua Chenyu, seeing Su Meng stop talking, assumed he had been rendered speechless.

At once he strutted about like a victorious rooster.

You call that music? Pfft! Some tacky piece of junk!

My music, Hua Chenyu's, is the true art!

But then… Hua Chenyu suddenly recalled that Su Meng's livestream seemed to have been blowing up with viewers all along?

Thinking so, Hua Chenyu's eyes rolled and he said loudly.

"Aren't you all going busking tomorrow?"

"Do you dare take me along?"

"I'll let you see just what real street art is!"

Su Meng's temper flared at once — damn it, he was already planning to let you off, and you still come crawling to me?

You think I'm afraid of you?

Aren't we both just traffic-driven pretty boys?

Bring it on, let's tear into each other — who's afraid of who?

He stared coldly at Hua Chenyu, then suddenly broke into a smile.

"Fine — tomorrow let this country bumpkin see the style of you, the artist."

……

In the livestream, seeing the two of them drop all pretense, the chat immediately exploded.

"Holy shit! They're going at it! Going at it head-on!"

"I noticed earlier those two had some friction, but at least they kept it in check — now they're not even pretending anymore?"

"I'm on Su Meng's side this round! Why is it that foreigners busking on the street is called art, but Laozu Sect busking on the street is called begging?"

"That's easy to say, but to most people it does seem like folk music is a bit tacky, right?"

"Brother Su Meng is right! Brother Su Meng is invincible!"

"Although I'm Brother Su Meng's fan, it does seem like folk music is a bit… anyway, I wouldn't want to learn it."

"Folk music is tacky? Upstairs, since you're Su Meng's fan, go listen to 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'?"

"I don't know why, but I've got a feeling Su Meng's going to pull out something big tomorrow…"

……

In the office of Xinghai Culture.

Duan Jiangping's face went completely cold, a faint aura of dignity without anger radiating from him.

"Qin Jie, Hua Chenyu is one of Tianyu's people, right?"

"Pass a message to Tianyu!"

"If the two of them have a dispute, let them settle it themselves."

"If Tianyu dares to step in — deploy water armies, stir things up, pull some shady tricks…"

"Do they really think my Xinghai Entertainment is a pushover?"

Qin Jie, for once, did not bicker with him, but nodded hard instead.

"Our family's Su Meng — only we are allowed to bully him!"

"If Tianyu wants to bully someone… do they really think this old lady's twenty years as a manager were for nothing?"

……

Imperial Capital Yinyuexue Academy.

Hu Zhengyuan took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he picked up his phone.

"Bai Xiao Ling, notify the Traditional Music Department—adjust tomorrow's schedule."

"Set aside time to watch Su Meng's livestream."

"When I say the Traditional Music Department, I mean the entire department! Everyone!"

"Understood, Teacher. I'll arrange it right away." Bai Xiao Ling didn't seem surprised at all.

"Teacher, do you need us to lend our voices in support of Su Meng?"

Hu Zhengyuan shook his head and said slowly.

"No need. I have a premonition."

"Tomorrow, Su Meng is going to get serious…"