Chapter 241

Therefore, he decisively acted and signed a live-streaming sales contract with Star Sea Entertainment.

Moreover, they took this matter very seriously; at the very least, the Vice County Mayor came.

But now...

"Su Meng!!!"

Just as he was sleeping soundly, Su Meng was suddenly awakened by the thunderous knocking on the door.

He stumbled out of bed, groggy, and opened the door.

Outside stood Duan Jiangping and Qin Jie, along with the little assistant who was on the verge of tears.

Seeing him, Duan Jiangping's expression changed; he snatched the door and slammed it shut violently.

Duan Jiangping's roar came from outside the door.

"Put your damn clothes on! Who are you showing off to?"

This roar made Su Meng snap back to full alertness.

Only then did he realize... damn, he was actually sleeping naked!

He hurried back to put on his clothes, quickly washed up, and only then reopened the door.

Looking at the pair outside with dark faces, Su Meng was also somewhat bewildered.

"Um... may I ask who is the boss today?"

The little assistant held back her tears and quietly pointed behind her at Duan Jiangping.

Su Meng's eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly.

"Welcome, Boss, to inspect our work!"

"Sister Qin, since the Boss is here, why don't you hurry and pour tea for him?"

Qin Jie snorted coldly, pushed the door open, and walked in.

"Su Meng, oh my little 26th ancestor, can you stop causing trouble?"

"This mess you've made this time... is way too huge!"

What the heck? How did I mess up again? Su Meng was also somewhat confused.

Duan Jiangping coughed and struck a boss-like pose.

"Sister Qin, your artist has a problem; you must take responsibility."

"But for now, let's first discuss a countermeasure."

A problem? A countermeasure? Su Meng grew even more bewildered.

The little assistant was nearly crying.

"Brother Su, you need to prepare yourself mentally."

"Once the live stream opens, I estimate millions of people will flood in instantly..."

"Millions of people? Great, that's wonderful!" Hearing this number, Su Meng immediately got excited.

He had already accumulated quite a bit of popularity, a full several million.

However, his luck had been poor these past few days, so he hadn't held any lucky draws.

This live-streaming sales event actually has millions of people?

Then won't my popularity points be absolutely maxed out?

By then, even if my luck is bad, it will be enough for me to go wild.

Seeing Su Meng's strangely grinning face, the little assistant's hair stood on end.

She hurriedly took out her phone and handed it over.

"Brother Su, you see for yourself..."

Su Meng glanced at it; it was the Weibo trending list, and the top few entries were—

#Millions of elderly gather to denounce Su Meng! (Explosive!)#

#The funeral dirge echoing across Dajiangnanbei (Explosive!)#

#The mysterious operations of the Funeral Procession Team (Explosive!)#

#One funeral dirge suppresses the battle of gods (Boiling!)#

#Su Meng's music press conference, high energy throughout (Boiling!)#

#... #

As expected, Su Meng once again monopolized the trending list.

But seeing that top headline, he felt terrible all over.

He hurriedly clicked in to scan it and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

What the hell have my fans done?

Is this thing... meant for living people to listen to?

Which old security guard told you that elderly people like this tune?

Isn't this damn thing setting me up?

"Su Meng, Su Meng, did I miss the live stream?"

Deng Ziqi came running over, hopping and skipping, and threw herself at Su Meng upon seeing him.

"Have you finished writing my song?"

Qin Jie snorted coldly, her tone also filled with helplessness.

"Ziqi, let's put the song-writing business on hold for now."

"Su Meng, you'd better write your own funeral dirge first."

"I think this time you're going to die completely—and die a nameless, infamous death…"

"Why don't you fully switch careers and start a Su Family Band to play the suona?"

Deng Ziqi listened, utterly baffled, not understanding what had happened.

Duan Jiangping sighed and chimed in.

"Qin Jie's right, Su Meng—your Su Family Band…"

What the hell is a Su Family Band?

Su Meng was also annoyed; he extended two fingers and said irritably.

"How much can you even earn from one suona performance?"

"If things go on like this, when will I ever save up two million?"

Two million? Duan Jiangping's whole demeanor collapsed.

I knew it! My two million in secret savings are just wasted money in your hands!

His mind raced, and suddenly Duan Jiangping's expression changed.

"But I just thought again—it's still worth fighting for."

"Su Meng, what's your plan?"

Su Meng chuckled, his face radiating confidence.

Seeing this, Duan Jiangping and Qin Jie immediately regained hope.

Amid the expectant gazes of the group, Su Meng spoke calmly.

"Today's livestreamer is Su Qi!"

"They're going to curse Master Su—what does that have to do with Su Qi?"

??? The group froze in shock…

…

Walking into the conference room, it had already been set up.

Calling it "set up" was generous—it was just a backdrop screen and livestreaming equipment, extremely basic.

In the corner stood rice, pork, corn, and other agricultural products.

Seeing them enter, several county magistrates stood up, their expressions grim.

One magistrate spoke in a low voice.

"Director Duan, Mr. Su… there's something we need to mention in advance."

"Due to… production and logistics constraints, each of us has only prepared 2,000 orders this time…"

This was the solution they had agreed upon.