Chapter 169

"Think it through before you speak; this is my home ground, do you really think I'd let you bully me?"

Su Meng puffed out his chest, pointed at the stage below, and said with a swagger.

"Do you know the saying that the audience are the ones who provide your clothes and food?"

"My dad and mom are sitting right down there; if I can't beat you, can't I just call my parents?"

He turned and bowed to the audience below.

"Dad, sit properly... and that three-year-old dad, maybe put down the lollipop first?"

"Good!" Finding his words amusing, the audience below clapped and cheered.

Guo Dagang chuckled.

"Alright, let's greet everyone first."

"Apprentice Guo Dagang steps up and bows."

"Apprentice Uncle Yu steps up and bows."

"Apprentice Su Meng steps up and bows."

Guo Dagang chuckled.

"As everyone can see, there's an extra person on stage today..."

Su Meng calmly added.

"This is called a third wheel."

Pfft~~~ The audience below burst out laughing again.

With an extra person between that old couple, isn't that exactly a third wheel?

Guo Dagang continued.

"This third wheel, just like many mistresses, is only handsome."

Uncle Yu immediately delivered a cutting remark.

"And a bit taller than you."

Hahaha... The audience burst into laughter again.

Guo Dagang was the lead comedian today, controlling the pace.

"As everyone knows, Su Meng isn't a professional crosstalk performer; he's a professional domineering CEO actor."

"If he doesn't do well today, please bear with him."

Su Meng said cheerfully.

"It's fine; we can't let our parents down."

"If any of you are unhappy listening, go ahead and smash this theater; I don't mind."

"I mind!" Guo Dagang's face turned green.

"You just arrived, and you want to smash my Deyun Theater?"

"No wonder last time you played clappers at the comic con, the organizers had to pay you off to make the trouble go away."

"You really are a plague god."

Su Meng knew the score clearly; Guo Dagang was consistently covering for him, subtly boosting his reputation.

Calling him a plague god was actually a signal to the audience.

After all, he had performed crosstalk and played clappers at the comic con, so he wasn't an amateur.

This was Guo Dagang supporting Su Meng.

Uncle Yu chimed in as well.

"Then we'd better perform well."

"After all, everyone here bought a ticket..."

"Refund!" Someone suddenly shouted from the audience, instantly triggering a wave of laughter.

Su Meng didn't even lift his eyelids and replied.

"Teacher Guo, did you see that?"

"As soon as you stepped on stage, the audience started shouting for refunds."

"Your popularity... tsk tsk tsk..."

Good kid, not bad!

Guo Dagang and Uncle Yu both nodded inwardly.

For a moment, both of them were greatly inspired.

"Is that because we want a refund? Isn't that because of you?"

"Me?" Su Meng pointed at his own nose, then bowed to the audience below.

"Everyone, I'm truly sorry; if you really want a refund, it's fine, go ahead and refund!"

"Anyway, the money you paid for the ticket today won't end up in my pocket."

Hahaha... The audience immediately erupted in laughter.

The Deyun Society's refund gag is known throughout the world.

Is this the first time someone has said refunds are allowed?

Guo Dagang snorted coldly and said calmly.

"As everyone knows, not issuing refunds is the Deyun Society's principle."

"Moreover, our ticket window is outside, while the refund window is at Afuhan..."

Su Meng waved his hand dismissively and said.

"It's fine; if you really want a refund, just go to Afuhan and get it."

"Look at all these tables and benches in the theater—pick whatever you like and take it away to sell, you can just trade it for a plane ticket…"

Hahahahaha…

The audience below was already laughing themselves silly, rocking back and forth.

Only Guo Dagang's face had turned green.

Kid, you really don't hold back, do you?

The moment you arrived at my Deyun Society, you've been dying to smash up my theater?

What a grudge! What a grievance!

……

"I'm furious! Su Meng, you bastard!"

In a mansion, Hua Chenyu swept everything off the coffee table onto the floor in a rage.

His manager sat to one side, his face equally dark.

"These two episodes have seriously hurt your popularity—we can't keep going on like this!"

Hua Chenyu spat viciously.

"How is that bastard Su Meng so damn uncanny?"

"Going off to blow a suona horn and take funeral gigs, holding a broken bowl to beg for food—is that even something a human being does?"

"And this batch of audiences are idiots too—how the hell can they accept something like this?"

The manager thought it over, then said slowly.

"Our team has analyzed it. The reason Su Meng has been riding high these two episodes is mainly because he happens to have the right skills for this."

"Who the hell could have imagined that a traffic star would actually know how to blow a suona and sing Lianhua Luo?"

"Is that even something a person can learn?"

"So we have to change all this. The company has already decided to put pressure on the show's production team!"

"Really?!" Hua Chenyu immediately perked up with excitement.

"Take him down! Wipe him out completely!"

The manager shook his head and went on.

"Xinghai Entertainment isn't a pushover either—they won't just sit by and watch us take Su Meng down."

"Besides, the top priority right now isn't taking him down, but pulling your popularity back as fast as possible."

"Oh right, hasn't your new song already been recorded?"

Hua Chenyu thought for a moment, then nodded.