Chapter 515

"When I get back, we'll officially start filming!"

Having said that, he turned and walked out.

Moments later, Deng Ziqi's furious voice suddenly came from the room.

"Su Meng~~~~"

"What's wrong?" Reba held Deng Ziqi and asked curiously.

Deng Ziqi shook the paper in her hand and said with a face full of grief and indignation.

"This song... what Buddhist song is this? This is clearly a love pop song!"

"Linking Buddhism with love?"

"I originally thought he wanted to ease relations with the Hong Kong entertainment industry, but who knew he was actually escalating the conflict!"

Huh? Everyone was dumbfounded.

Moments later, Reba spoke weakly.

"Ziqi, if you don't like this song, why not give it to me?"

"Since I debuted, I haven't had my own representative song yet..."

"No!" Deng Ziqi stuffed the paper into the valley.

"This is a song Su Meng wrote for me; don't even think about it!"

"If I sing it, I sing it; who's afraid?"

"At worst... if I can't make it in the Hong Kong entertainment industry, I'll focus on developing in the mainland."

"If that happens... hmm hmm hmm, let's see how Su Meng compensates me?!"

"Damn, Old Wang, what medicine did you take today to be so fierce?"

The Li Troupe Master looked at his old rival and old friend with a face full of gloom.

Wang Laowu smiled proudly and raised the suona in his hand.

"Of course, we are half-disciples of Master Su!"

"Master Su said he's going to help us grow strong and expand, break out of Asia, and go global!"

"Oh, come on." The Li Troupe Master looked utterly disdainful.

"If you changed the slogan, I might believe it, but break out of Asia and go global?"

"Do you know who was the last one to shout that slogan?"

"It was the damn Dragon Country men's football team!"

"You don't seriously intend to learn from them, do you?"

"Damn!" Wang Laowu's entire face turned green.

"Old Li, is that how you curse people?"

"Was I brain-dead to want to learn from the Dragon Country men's football team?"

"Fine, I'll put it another way."

"Master Su said he's going to take us abroad in a while to play funeral music on foreigners' graves."

"How about that, envious yet?"

"Fifth Brother." Before the Li Troupe Master could speak, a suona player under Wang Laowu interrupted.

"Master Su has been saying that for so long; there's never been any movement."

"Is it possible Master Su was just speaking off the cuff and has already forgotten himself?"

"You talk too much!" Wang Laowu kicked him hard on the buttocks.

"When has Master Su ever gone back on his word?"

"But he's a big star with many things to do; can't we small matters wait?"

"That doesn't sound right," the Li Troupe Master teased.

"You guys are the ones who play funeral music!"

"When someone dies, that's when you work."

"When someone dies, you can't exactly make an appointment in advance..."

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

Pulling out his phone, Wang Laowu jumped up at once.

"Master Su?!"

Master Su? The entire troupe was stunned.

It was actually a call from Su Meng?

Such a big star as Su Meng actually remembered them?

Putting down the phone, Wang Laowu straightened his back instantly, his face glowing with redness.

"Listen up, all of you!"

"This time, Master Su is going to take us abroad to play funeral music!"

"Hurry home and pack your things, get your instruments ready!"

What? Everyone was completely baffled.

What's going on? Is Master Su really going to take them abroad to play funeral music?

How is this so incredible?

Seeing them standing there one by one like wooden chickens, Wang Laowu immediately got anxious.

"What the hell are you all still standing there for?"

"Hurry back and pack your things!"

"What about the passports we asked you to get a while ago?"

"Wait, doesn't going abroad require a visa? How do we handle that?"

"Damn! I'm an idiot, Master Su already said his assistant would handle it for us..."

Only then did the group realize, let out a yell, and immediately sprinted off.

Li the Troupe Leader looked at their retreating backs, then at the suona in his hand, and instantly felt his livelihood had lost its appeal.

You all play the suona just like me, so why can you go play at foreigners' graves?

Oh right, foreigners' graves, I think they're called churches...

"Teacher Su, over here!"

At the Imperial Capital International Airport, Bai Xiao Ling waved hard.

Su Meng, bringing his little assistant and the Wang Troupe, walked over and said with a smile.

"You certainly arrived quite early."

"Teacher Wu, are you going too?"

Wu Guangren snorted coldly and said flatly.

"Benedict and I are old friends."

"Out of both sentiment and propriety, I should go pay my respects. Is there a problem with that?"

"No problem, no problem." Su Meng was also somewhat helpless.

Wu Guangren glanced at the Wang Troupe and continued.

"This Benedict spans both the classical and pop music industries, wielding great influence in Europe and America."

"Many people will be going this time, including many top-tier musicians from Europe and America."

"Even quite a few people from the European and American film industry will be attending."

"After all, he composed scores for many films and holds some influence in the film industry."

"Since he personally invited you to perform this time, you must seize this opportunity."

"Hmm... after all, you are also a teacher at the Imperial Capital Yinyuexue Academy, representing the school's image and standard; don't embarrass the school."

"Director Wu, don't you know my level? Rest assured, no problem."

Su Meng found it somewhat amusing in his heart.

Their first meeting with Wu Guangren was indeed not pleasant; after all, he had gone to challenge the place, so how could the other party show him a good face?

However, after more contact later on, this old man was actually quite easy to get along with.

However, perhaps he couldn't save face, or perhaps his personality was just awkward; in any case, in Su Meng's view, this old man was quite tsundere.