Chapter 7

Hua Chenyu stared at the message on his phone and said with a dark expression.

The livestream chat had already erupted into a storm of curses.

"What's wrong with a 21-yuan takeout order? Is it not fit for human consumption?"

"Listen, listen, listen—is that something a human would say?"

"What's wrong with earning three yuan per order? Isn't that how delivery riders make their money? Why is it suddenly not good enough when it comes to your precious Hua Hua?"

"Huahua works so hard, my heart aches for Huahua."

"And that's hard work? Other people can do it, so why can't your precious Huahua?"

Amid the noisy bickering, someone suddenly cried out in shock.

"Holy crap! Hurry over to Su Meng's livestream room—that poker-faced specialist just unleashed his ultimate move!"

Huh? That line piqued plenty of curiosity, and many viewers quickly switched over.

……

"Are—are you the passenger with phone number ending in 4644?"

Deng Ziqi slipped into the role remarkably fast and asked with perfect seriousness.

"Yes, heading to Yellow River South Road."

A young woman who had just gotten in the car answered, then pulled out her phone and played with it on her own.

Deng Ziqi chuckled and said.

"Our car has a special service—passengers can request songs for me to sing. Would you like to give it a try?"

"Really?" The young passenger looked up curiously, thought for a moment, and asked.

"I love Deng Ziqi's songs the most—can you sing them?"

Deng Ziqi flashed a "V" sign at the camera and said in high spirits.

"Oh? You like Deng Ziqi too? She's gorgeous and sings beautifully—I love her as well!"

In the livestream chat, many viewers were already laughing their heads off.

"Hahaha, who knew Deng Ziqi was this fun? And she praises herself like that?"

"Oh no, I can't take it—my stomach hurts from laughing. Who knew Deng Ziqi was this down-to-earth in private?"

"This Deng Ziqi, spouting random truth bombs like that?"

Just then, an unusual bullet comment scrolled across the screen.

"Oh man, let me come here and laugh for a bit—I really can't stay in Su Meng's livestream room any longer. If I keep watching, I'll cry myself to death."

His words also piqued plenty of curiosity.

"Su Meng's livestream room? What did he do? Why is he crying?"

The reply came quickly.

"That guy is actually playing the suona! And he's playing funeral music—made everyone cry!"

Huh? Su Meng? That poker-faced domineering-CEO specialist? Playing the suona until people cry?

Instantly, countless viewers could no longer contain their curiosity and crawled over along the internet cables.

……

"Wow, Da Mimi truly lives up to her reputation!"

In Boss Yang's livestream room, plenty of viewers were practically drooling.

Boss Yang did a graceful turn, showing off her perfect figure.

As an actress, she knew very well how to leverage her own advantages.

"Come to think of it, being a swimming pool lifeguard should be a pretty easy job, right?"

"I should just sit here and watch other people swim, right?"

The livestream chat instantly erupted into wails and howls.

"Yes, yes, all you need to do is stay gorgeous!"

"I love this cameraman—he deserves a bonus chicken leg!"

"Boss Yang's figure—even a girl like me can't help but get a nosebleed!"

Amid the wails and howls, an unusual bullet comment suddenly scrolled across the screen.

"Oh man, let me come here and wash my eyes and change my mood—Su Meng's livestream room is way too toxic!"

Su Meng's livestream room? Toxic?

His words also made plenty of people curious.

……

"Master, which troupe are you from?"

In the instrument shop, a middle-aged man walked over and asked with an obliging smile.

Master? Which troupe?

The question left Su Meng momentarily stunned.

The middle-aged man explained.

"I run a suona troupe that specializes in funeral gigs—we're pretty well known around here. How come I've never seen you before?"

"Which troupe's lead suona player are you?"

Huh? Su Meng froze for a moment, then finally caught on.

In the countryside, suona troupes are common—a troupe isn't large, usually only five or six people.

Some play the suona, some the sheng, some bang the gong, drum, clapper, and cymbals. They specialize in village weddings, funerals, and other ceremonies—a kind of folk performer.

So this middle-aged man thought he was part of a suona troupe?

Su Meng was about to explain, but suddenly thought of his popularity points and immediately had a new idea.

Isn't it about experiencing a down-to-earth profession?

What profession could be more down-to-earth than taking on funeral gigs?

If you seriously and properly become a musician, how many popularity points can you get?

These days, you have to pull off flashy tricks!

No wait, you have to take on funeral gigs!

Thinking this through, Su Meng gave a thumbs-up and chuckled.

"Good eye — I'm someone who specifically takes on funeral gigs, but I don't have a crew."

Huh? The cameraman beside him was instantly dumbfounded and hurriedly tugged Su Meng aside, whispering.

"Brother Su, the profession you drew is musician! How can you go take on funeral gigs?"

Su Meng glanced at him and asked with a smile.

"Let me ask you — is the suona a musical instrument?"

"…It is!"

"Then is playing the suona doing music?"

"…It is!"

"Then is a person who plays the suona a musician?"

"…It is!"

The cameraman nodded instinctively, then suddenly felt something was a bit off.

You call someone who does funeral gigs a musician too?

You, the professional domineering-CEO type, are actually this down-to-earth?

……

Newbie setting sail — begging for all kinds of data.