Chapter 374

"We set up a water army, but… the water army all got poisoned too!"

"I don't care!" Hua Hua Chenyu suddenly flew into a rage.

"This must be stirred up! We must take down Su Meng!"

The agent pulled out his phone and opened KuNi Music's platform.

He sighed and shoved the phone over.

"Forget about the braindead fans for now—check the new song download chart first… condolences…"

Hua Hua Chenyu suddenly felt something terrible was coming; he trembled as he took the phone.

He glanced at it once—and froze.

Number one: "", performed by Phoenix Legend version

Number two: "", performed by Su Meng version

Number three: "", performed by Bai Xiao Ling version

Number four: "", performed by Hua Hua Chenyu

Number five…

Hua Hua Chenyu's mind went blank.

I! Hua Hua Chenyu! The genius composer of the Chinese music industry!

I can't even break into the top three?

And… I got swept aside three times by the same song?!

…

"It's been a pleasure working with all of you…"

Qin Jie pushed open the meeting room door; her words cut off mid-sentence as she sensed something was off about the company's atmosphere.

Everyone looked like they were facing an enemy.

A young woman from the admin department dragged a huge box of toilet paper and shouted.

"Come on, line up here and take your toilet paper!"

Someone groaned.

"Can't I just cover my eyes and plug my ears? Can't I just not see or hear it?"

The girl crossed her arms, glaring fiercely.

"Su Ge is stepping down to perform himself—how dare you not show up?"

The man looked like he was about to cry.

"Sis, I'm still young—I don't want to get drained before I'm thirty!"

"Enough nonsense! Can you use toilet paper?" The girl shoved a pack into his hands without waiting for an answer.

Seeing this, Qin Jie felt numb.

This vibe… why does it feel so wrong?

The people around him turned pale.

"What the hell! Are we gonna need this much toilet paper?!"

"Your company actually wants to expand into this kind of film business? And Su Meng's starring in it?"

"Our platform is legitimate—we won't air anything like this!"

"How about a deal? Send me a private copy after it's done?"

"I've got a QQ group where I share these—group number 242…"

His voice cut off abruptly, as if he'd just revealed some huge secret.

The people around him, all straining to listen, wanted to jump up and beat him.

Why did you stop halfway?

Just tell us the group number!

…

"Xiao Qi! What's going on?!"

"I was just closing a deal—how did our company's direction suddenly change?!"

The admin girl's eyes lit up; she dragged the box over.

Without hesitation, she shoved toilet paper into Qin Jie's hands.

"Qin Jie, get your toilet paper ready—Su Ge's performance is about to start!"

"What?" Qin Jie jumped.

"He's performing this… right out in the open?"

The girl shook her head.

"You know how loud Su Ge's voice is—our building's soundproofing…"

Whoa! Everyone's gaze shifted to Qin Jie.

How do you know his voice is loud?

And from the way you said that… has this happened before in the company?

Do these young idols really do this stuff so openly now?

Qin Jie felt utterly shattered.

Is my reputation really going to be ruined like this?

"What nonsense! How could I possibly know how loud his voice is?"

The junior assistant looked utterly confused.

"Sister Qin, of course you know."

"Last time Brother Su performed at the company, you cried the loudest."

What the heck? Several people from the platforms looked at Sister Qin with strange expressions.

You're involved in this too? You even cried?

Sister Qin's face was filled with grief and indignation; she raised her hand as if to strike.

But the little girl's face was full of anxiety.

"Sister Qin, get ready quickly!"

"Xiao Yan is about to bring Brother Su's suona over!"

What? A suona? The whole group froze instantly.

Did you just... say... suona?

Not what we were thinking... ah, forget it, what we were thinking just now was suona!

Sister Qin's raised hand froze, then she brought it down directly, snatched a roll of toilet paper, and stuffed it into the hand of someone nearby.

"Manager Wang, why don't you continue with that group number you mentioned just now?"

That person also wore a dazed expression and said subconsciously.

"504... uh... we just exchange suona playing techniques..."

"Understood, understood!"

The whole group nodded in unison, then asked with saintly expressions.

"Then what are the remaining three digits?"

Su Meng walked over with Wan Zi and her father, and Duan Jiangping. Seeing the group looking as if they faced a great enemy, he felt somewhat curious.

"What are you all doing?"

The little girl leaned in and asked timidly.

"Brother Su, what piece are you preparing to play? 'The Grand Funeral' or 'The Peaceful Road West'?"

Su Meng shook his head, looking utterly confused.

"Why would I play funeral music for no reason? I'm preparing to play a segment of 'Happy and Joyful'."

Happy... Happy and Joyful? Everyone was stunned.

I thought you were going to handle a white funeral; I was even prepared to burst into tears.

And now you tell me you're preparing to handle a red wedding?