Chapter 356

"Someone wants to pay you to go to the Lighthouse Country and play a funeral dirge..."

What? Su Meng was also stunned.

"Is it overseas Chinese?"

"No, it's a pure Lighthouse Country native." Wu Guangren grew even more dazed.

"And he's a professor at Yinyuexue Academy, a world-renowned piano master..."

Holy crap!

Su Meng's hand shook, nearly dropping the keyboard to the floor.

Go abroad to play a funeral dirge for foreigners?

How is this thing so bizarre?

"Teacher Wu, what exactly is going on?"

"It's a long story; it starts with the exchange visit from Yinyuexue Academy..."

Wu Guangren recounted the whole story from beginning to end.

"Teacher Wu," Su Meng was also somewhat at a loss for words.

"When his father will die, I don't know either."

"I've been very busy lately; I can't just do nothing while waiting for him to kick the bucket, can I?"

"How about this: you negotiate with him, and we'll talk after his father dies."

"I'll arrange a professional team for him..."

A village in Pinghe.

After the suona player finished a piece, he picked up a large bowl and gulped down several mouthfuls.

"You have to admit, the pieces Master Su wrote are just thrilling to play!"

Wang Laowu snorted coldly.

"Don't just talk about the pieces; your skills haven't been improving very fast lately."

"Master Su has taught us quite a lot!"

The suona player gave a sheepish smile.

"Fifth Brother, you can't compare me to Master Su!"

"We just play funeral dirges in the village; this skill level is enough now."

"That won't do!" Wang Laowu glared fiercely at him.

"We are all half-disciples of Master Su!"

"With your skills, you're really shaming Master Su!"

"If Master Su ever comes back and sees you like this, who knows how he'll scold you."

The suona player scratched his head and said.

"Fifth Brother, you still think Master Su will come back?"

"He's a big star!"

"How could he possibly come back to run this suona troupe with you?"

"Just getting Master Su to give us a few pointers is already burning high incense..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Laowu's phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the number displayed on the screen, Wang Laowu's face flushed with excitement, and his speech became somewhat stuttering.

"Master Su..."

Holy crap! Is it really Master Su calling?

The few people in the troupe were instantly stunned speechless.

A moment later, Wang Laowu hung up the phone, looking completely bewildered.

The few people immediately grew anxious.

"Fifth Brother, what did Master Su say?"

Wang Laowu was still somewhat dizzy and said subconsciously.

"Master Su has introduced us to a big job."

"In a while, our troupe... will go abroad as a group."

"To a church in the Lighthouse Country... to... play a funeral dirge!"

What? The few were completely dumbfounded.

Did I hear that right?

We are just an ordinary rural suona troupe.

Now you're telling me we actually have a chance to go abroad and play a funeral dirge?

Has this damn thing upgraded into a transnational suona troupe group?

And damn it, it's at a... church?

What the heck is that?

Foreigners' graves?

After a long while, the suona player let out a yell, jumped up, and grabbed the suona directly.

"Fifth Brother! Rest assured! I will definitely practice my skills hard!"

"Going abroad to play a funeral dirge, I absolutely won't shame Master Su!"

As if this news had opened his Ren and Du meridians.

The tune of "The Grand Funeral" was played, and this suona player somehow made it resonate with such soul-stirring power...

"That was amazing!"

"Master Su is too incredible!"

"This is a true master!"

Inside the concert hall of the Yinyuexue Academy in the Imperial Capital, everyone from Berkley couldn't help but praise endlessly.

Just moments ago, at their repeated requests, Wu Guangren had let them listen to many of Meng's work.

Although they didn't understand some of the instruments, they could still hear the brilliance of the compositions.

Now, everyone was thoroughly convinced by this mysterious Master Su.

This is a true master of music!

Ferdinand stood up, walked to Wu Guangren, bowed deeply, and said earnestly.

"Teacher Wu, I deeply apologize for my rudeness earlier."

"Your academy possesses such a top-tier music master; it is only a matter of time before it ranks among the world's premier music academies!"

"If there is an opportunity, I truly wish to seek instruction from this master in person."

Hearing him say this, Wu Guangren felt secretly delighted.

Yet, amidst that secret delight, there was a hint of displeasure.

Why is Master Su affiliated with the Folk Music Department?

Moreover, isn't this master far too unprofessional?

Wouldn't it be better to focus on developing within the music industry?

Making movies and TV dramas—does that stuff really smell that good?

There was a trace of regret in Ferdinand's tone.

"I myself actually have considerable research into pop music."

"The few songs by Master Su just now were all rare masterpieces."

"It's a pity they are all in Chinese; I cannot understand the meaning of the lyrics, which is truly regrettable."

"If Master Su could compose a few English songs, it would be even more perfect."

Many from Berkley also wore expressions of regret.

Just as Wu Guangren was about to speak, a clear voice suddenly came from the back row.

"Who says Teacher Su hasn't written English songs?"

Everyone turned toward the sound and saw a beautiful figure slowly stand up.

"Bai Xiao Ling?" Many from the Yinyuexue Academy suddenly exclaimed in shock.