Chapter 529: The Reception Banquet: Isn't It Just the Foreigners' Big Feast?

"Mr. Wu, over here!"

As soon as he stepped out of the airport, a young man rushed over to greet him.

Wu Guangren raised his hand to wave, but the young man suddenly cried out in surprise.

"Mr. Su, you're here too?"

Wu Guangren's hand, suspended in mid-air, froze for a moment, then he casually withdrew it and rubbed his nose.

Damn, this is so awkward!

Su Meng smiled triumphantly, waved, and said.

"Hello there. I didn't expect to have a fan in the Land of the Lighthouse?"

Wu Guangren finally seized the opportunity and said in a bad mood.

"You should have some shame."

"These are people from the Dragon Kingdom Philharmonic."

"Do you think Benedict invited only you here in our Dragon Kingdom?"

"If it weren't for waiting for you, I would have come with them long ago. People even discussed the piano along the way."

"Pah! Forgetting righteousness for beauty!"

The old man said this, then stuffed his luggage into the car by himself.

Su Meng was also a bit embarrassed and hurriedly followed behind.

The young man hurriedly helped Wu Guangren load the luggage and explained while doing so.

"Several teachers from our Philharmonic were invited; I just came along to learn, after all, this is a grand society."

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Su, the teachers are waiting for you at the hotel."

"All the teachers should rest at the hotel first and adjust to the time difference."

"Tomorrow is the day the funeral is officially held; tonight, Mr. Benedict will host a banquet."

Su Meng chuckled.

"Don't worry, I know this stuff inside out."

"Isn't it just a burial tomorrow and a big feast tonight?"

The young man instantly froze.

A big feast? You call a reception banquet a big feast?

But thinking about it carefully... damn, there's actually nothing wrong with that!

Several suona Masters instantly relaxed.

I thought foreign white work had some mystery to it; looking at it this way, the process is exactly the same!

Blow the suona, cover with white cloth, the whole village waits for the food.

The only difference is they might play foreign horns?

Wu Guangren glanced at him sideways and said in a bad mood.

"Different cultures, different customs, different rules."

"Many people in the Land of the Lighthouse believe in religion; when someone dies, they go to heaven, so there is nothing to be sad about."

"Also, they value humor; no matter when or where, they love to be funny, and the funnier a person is, the more popular they are."

"So, funerals in the Land of the Lighthouse are mournful but not sorrowful; the main focus is remembering the deceased, not the form of remembrance."

"In fact, many people have grown tired of traditional funerals and have begun to imagine all sorts of strange and wonderful things for their own funerals, making them more and more fun."

"Nowadays, funerals in the Land of the Lighthouse have more and more varieties, with no particularly fixed process."

"Mr. Benedict using a Yinyue Society to mourn his father is nothing at all."

"If you see them laughing and talking at the funeral, don't be surprised."

Holy crap! Several suona Masters were instantly dumbfounded.

Foreigners' funerals are this fancy?

If this happened in our village, if someone died and you ran to their door laughing loudly, that would be a mortal grudge.

Numb, numb, I've really learned something.

Su Meng instantly cried out in surprise.

"Holy crap! Old Wu, you know this stuff so well?"

"Could it be that, like me, you are also a white work Master?"

"You've taken on a lot of foreigners' white work, right?"

Wu Guangren froze; the whole person felt terrible.

I, Wu Guangren, Director of the Piano Department at Yinyuexue Academy in the Imperial Capital, a pianist with a small reputation internationally.

When did I become a white work Master?

"Is this the foreigners' big feast?"

Several senior Masters of the Wang Family Troupe were already stunned, their eyes wide and mouths agape.

On the hotel lawn, food and drinks were arranged all around.