Chapter 30: You Kowtow to Me — Trying to Send Me Off?

In the backstage of the production crew, the chief director picked his jaw up off the floor, his voice still trembling.

"Su Meng is really an actor?"

The assistant director stared blankly at the screen and nodded unconsciously.

"... Yes!"

"Really a professional stoic domineering-CEO type?"

"... Yes!"

"Really doesn't understand music?"

"... Yes!"

"Yes my ass!" The chief director suddenly flew into a rage.

"The hell you call not understanding music?"

"Are you blind? Or deaf?"

"The hell you call this not understanding music?"

The assistant director raised a trembling finger and pointed at the screen.

"Director, I don't know if I'm blind or deaf."

"I only know that the livestream has already exploded!"

……

Exploded! Yes, in the livestream, it had already completely exploded!

"Holy shit! Holy shit holy shit holy shit! Alas, this old man has no culture, one 'holy shit' to rule them all."

"A divine song! This is the absolute divine song!"

"Awesome (voice crack)! This is the true art! From now on, who dares say the suona is tacky?"

"Did you see it? This one piece 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' really attracted so many birds!"

"Is this real? Is this real? This piece really attracted so many birds?"

"Not only is the piece good, Su Meng's suona playing is insane!"

"Person above... cough cough cough... alright, my mind went in the wrong direction."

"Earlier I thought it was a bit tacky for Su Meng to go play the suona for a side gig, but today, why do I feel like he ascended to godhood with a single piece?"

"My dad asked me why I was kneeling watching the screen, I showed him the livestream, now my whole family is kneeling."

On Weibo's trending searches, a piece of news suddenly dropped straight into the top headline.

#One piece "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" draws a hundred birds in song! (Explosive)#

Manager Qin Jie stared at the Weibo headline, completely dumbfounded.

Could it be that the persona positioning for Su Meng all along was really wrong?

Is this Su Meng's correct way of opening?

But damn it, in the entertainment circle, who blows up by playing the suona?

Numb, numb...

……

"A masterpiece of art! This is the true masterpiece of art!"

In Long Nation's Yinyuexue Academy, Teacher Hu's hands were trembling.

Not just him, almost all the students silently nodded, deeply agreeing with this assessment.

"The piece is good, the performance is even better!"

"I still underestimated him. His suona playing technique has already far surpassed mine!"

What? Everyone stared at Teacher Hu in shock.

You are the universally recognized number one suona player in the country!

How could... but thinking of the scene of a hundred birds singing on screen, everyone was relieved again.

No matter how good Teacher Hu's suona playing technique is, could it create such a grand scene? You've got to be kidding.

Playing a "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" and really attracting a hundred birds to sing — this is damn near a myth!

Could this be the legendary union of man and suona?

Teacher Hu sighed for a while, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said urgently.

"Bai Xiao Ling, I asked you to contact Su Meng's management company. Did you contact them?"

Bai Xiao Ling obediently nodded and explained.

"I've already communicated with his manager, and we've reached a preliminary agreement."

"Once he finishes recording the show, he'll come give us a few lectures."

Lectures? The students below were instantly stunned.

Although they studied folk music, as members of Long Nation's Yinyuexue Academy, they carried a hidden pride.

They always looked down on these traffic stars.

They never expected Teacher Hu would actually invite a traffic star to give lectures?

But thinking of the scene just now, everyone was instantly relieved again.

With such miraculous suona playing technique, what's wrong with being your teacher?

Teacher Hu nodded, then suddenly shook his head.

"Not enough, still not enough!"

"Contact them again, see if Su Meng is willing to record this piece. Our Long Nation's Yinyuexue Academy is willing to give full cooperation."

"Even several domestic orchestras — as long as he needs them, I'll sell this old face of mine and pull the people in for him!"

"This piece of music is worthy of any standard, no matter how high!"

……

In front of a grave, led by an old man, a group of people dressed in mourning clothes suddenly dropped to their knees before Su Meng with a thud.

Then, under the old man's lead, they kowtowed to Su Meng.

Su Meng was startled at once.

Oh my, I'm just a young fellow—what are all you filial sons and worthy grandsons kowtowing to me for?

Shortening my lifespan? Or sending me on my way?

He hurriedly dodged aside, grabbed the old man, and said anxiously.

"Old man, what are you doing!"

The old man was already weeping with tears streaming down his face.

"My old father toiled his whole life long. I never expected that when he passed, there would be a great Master like you to see him off."

"So many birds seeing my father off—on the road to the Yellow Springs, the old man won't be lonely either!"

"It was worth it! This whole life was truly worth it!"

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Su Meng also felt a pang of sorrow.

In his previous life, there was a movie called *Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix*.

According to the customs of some places among the older generation, *Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix* is not something to be played casually at a funeral.