Chapter 205

"Next, while the iron is still hot, let's go find Su Meng a few good gigs…"

……

"Teacher Tian, wait!"

Seeing the recording engineer about to pack up and leave, Su Meng was also a bit at a loss.

Speaking of which, my suona playing technique—is its killing power really that over the top?

"Um… Teacher Tian, I couldn't hold back just now, blew too invested, the infectiousness was a bit too strong."

"How about I hold back a little on the remaining songs?"

When you're standing under a low eave, you have to bow your head.

Liu Huan was loyal enough to lend his recording studio to record funeral songs.

If he really drove the guy's recording engineer away, would he even still be human?

The recording engineer's gaze at him had completely changed.

What the hell kind of musician is this?

This is clearly a funeral-music person, isn't he?

Seeing Su Meng's utterly sincere face, and hearing his promise to rein it in, the recording engineer was also a bit torn.

After hesitating for a long time, and glancing at Liu Huan, he finally let out a long sigh.

"Fine, fine. Since you've said so, then I'll reluctantly do it—risk this old life of mine to help you finish recording this album."

"But though… the price goes up!"

????

Above many people's heads, several enormous question marks couldn't help but float up.

The price goes up?

So your tears from earlier… were worth that much?

……

The following period of time, the recording work stumbled and staggered its way onto the right track.

Under Su Meng's deliberate control, the earlier situation finally didn't reappear.

Only, the recording engineer still had to shout out a line every now and then.

"Don't put so much feeling into it—blow it a little worse!"

"Can't you make a mistake once in a while?"

"Go off-key! Damn it, why don't you go off-key for once!"

"You need to understand, this album of yours isn't going for an award—why the hell are you blowing it this well?"

Everyone at the scene and in the livestream was dumbfounded.

In the past, they'd only ever heard of people getting scolded for doing too badly—but today, someone actually got scolded for doing too well?

Everyone's gaze at Su Meng was filled with pity.

Sigh… poor kid, truly one of a kind.

Su Meng was also a bit depressed.

Everyone else is trying to break through their own upper limit—so here I am, having to break through my lower limit?

Forget it, forget it, then I'll hold back another thirty percent of my strength.

Otherwise, once this album is released, whoever listens to it will cry—who could stand that?

Seeing that things had gotten on track here, Liu Huan didn't stay idle either.

He called over a few vocal coaches who had come by, to go give Xiao Yueyue and the others some guidance.

As for himself… damn it, I, the great Liu Huan, wanting to teach people to sing, actually got looked down on!

And by a few non-professional singers, no less!

Who the hell would believe that?

With no other choice, he stopped thinking about the matter and began adjusting his state instead.

Su Meng's group of people recorded way too fiercely—almost everything was done in one take.

It looked like it wouldn't take long to finish recording.

When the time comes, he'll record "Good Man Song" first.

Huh?

Why is it that right now, even though my mindset is clearly to sing "Good Man Song," it feels like "Good Fool Song"?

……

Finally, all the funeral songs were recorded.

The recording engineer let out a long sigh, slumped into his chair, his face an indescribably complex expression.

"I've disgraced the recording engineer profession!"

"Every recording engineer takes pride in recording a masterpiece."

"But I actually single-handedly ruined a masterpiece!"

Everyone wore a look of sympathy, fully understanding his feelings.

Su Meng glanced at him and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Teacher Tian, don't say that. Speaking of which, I should be thanking you."

"Thank me?" The recording engineer was utterly bewildered.

I basically ruined your album, and you're thanking me?

Su Meng said sincerely.

"I have a few friends who run suona troupes—they specialize in doing charity gigs…"

"Master Su said I'm his friend!" The head of the Li family troupe leaped up in excitement.

Wang Laowu glared at him and spat viciously.

"Have you no shame?"

"Master Su said 'specialize in doing charity gigs'—he was talking about me!"

On the phone screen in front of them, Su Meng continued.

"I have a few friends who run suona troupes—they specialize in doing charity gigs…"

"I'm recording this album actually planning to release it for free, not expecting to make money—the main thing is to teach them some tunes."

"If I record this album too well, then every funeral will use my album—who'd still hire those suona troupes?"

"If they can't get gigs, won't they be out of work?"

"Teacher Tian, you've saved their rice bowls—you're a great man!"

Oh? The recording engineer's eyes lit up at once, and his back straightened.

I'm a great man? I'm actually this great?

Although I ruined a divine album, I saved the rice bowls of countless suona troupes!

That's just how I am! Way too damn great!

……

"Xiao Ling, you're finally here!"

Seeing Bai Xiao Ling, Su Meng's eyes lit up at once.

Bai Xiao Ling said nothing, and very naturally fished two dice from her pocket and tossed them.

A five and a six.

Seeing her practiced move, Su Meng was dumbfounded.

Has this girl already developed a conditioned reflex?

But clearly her luck today hasn't peaked yet, so she'll just have to wait a few more days.

"Teacher Su, are we recording 'Shanhe Tu' today?"

Su Meng nodded and pointed at Liu Huan, who was singing his heart out inside the recording booth.

"Brother Huan is recording 'Good Man Song' right now—at this rate, two more takes and it'll be done."

"We've got time today, let's record 'Shanhe Tu'."

"'Shanhe Tu'?" Hearing that name, Deng Ziqi's ears instantly perked up.

She darted right over, staring curiously at Bai Xiao Ling.

"Isn't that Bai Xiao Ling?"