The middle-aged man's eyes lit up when he heard Su Meng's words, and the smile on his face widened.
"Master, you have such good skills, but you don't have a team? Then do you want to take any jobs?"
"Take it! He had to accept it! Do you have a job?"
Su Meng's interest was piqued when he heard this.
The middle-aged man smiled apologetically.
"I won't hide it from you, Master. Our team just happened to have a job these two days.”
"The main family is relatively rich, so they invited two suona teams to play against each other.”
"My suona just happened to be broken, so I specially took time out to buy a new suona. That's why I was fated to meet you.”
"If it's convenient, can you help us with a job?”
"The price is negotiable. With your craftsmanship, you're definitely a master. I'll pay you 500 a day!”
Yoho? Or was it a free job?
Su Meng's interest was piqued.
This was also a custom in the local villages.
When an old man passed away, they would hire a suona troupe.
If they were from a wealthy family, they would even invite two suona classes to play together.
When the two sides competed, they were not convinced and each displayed their abilities. That was what would be called exciting and lively.
To the main family, the more boastful they were, the more face they had.
But for the suona team, this was a PK.
He could tell how good his craftsmanship was by comparing them.
Those with good craftsmanship were naturally proud of themselves. In the future, they would have more confidence when they took on jobs.
Those who were not good at cooking would naturally lose face. Even the money they received would be worse.
In the end, he encountered such a job today?
"No problem, I'll take this job!”
Su Meng slapped his thigh and agreed.
The cameraman next to him opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Forget it, he was just a small cameraman. It was his freedom to do whatever a celebrity did!
The middle-aged man was delighted when he heard his reply.
He had been working for free for more than ten years and was also someone who knew his stuff.
However, he had never encountered a situation where a song could make someone cry.
If such a master joined his team, his team would definitely become famous!
He knew how to behave and knew that the price he offered was still a little low.
She quickly took the initiative to pay for Su Meng's suona.
Su Meng did not decline.
After all, everyone was penniless for this celebrity experience. Even if you asked him to pay, he wouldn't be able to.
……
At this moment, the number of viewers in Su Meng's live broadcast room had soared to 70,000 to 80,000. All the netizens were dumbfounded.
"F * ck! I thought he was just joking. I didn't expect him to really take on a free job.”
"Are you kidding me? Isn't he a professional tycoon? Why do I feel like something is wrong?”
"Su Meng should be wearing a suit and playing the piano in a concert hall, but he actually took on a free job? Isn't this too down-to-earth?"
"This painting style is too beautiful. It really subverts my understanding.”
"I used to think that Su Meng was a little pretentious, but today, he's clearly a joker!”
"Brother, kill me! Brother, kill me!"
"This celebrity is something. She's much better than those celebrities who don't know the sufferings of the people.”
"Su Meng can play the suona? Who would learn this from a proper celebrity!”
As more and more people poured into the live broadcast room, Su Meng's popularity points in the system also increased rapidly.
Seeing this scene, Su Meng also nodded secretly.
He had made the right move!
……
A middle-aged man said as he drove in a van.
"Oh, right, my surname is Wang. Everyone calls me Old Wang. Our team is called the Wang family's class.”
Su Meng said casually.
"My surname is Su."
"Hello, Master Su!" the middle-aged man asked curiously.
"By the way, Master Su, what was the name of the song you played in the musical instrument shop just now?”
"It sounds like a song for nothing, but why haven't I heard it before?”
As if you've heard of it!
Su Meng couldn't help but secretly complain. This was a song from his previous life on Earth.
Naturally, it did not exist in this world.
"Oh, you mean that song? It's called 'The Great Funeral' and I wrote it myself!”
What the f * ck?
The middle-aged man was shocked.
Were the requirements for free work suona so high these days?
To be a suona master, you have to know how to compose your own music?
After thinking for a moment, she asked weakly.
"Master Su, other than this 'The Great Funeral,' have you composed any other songs?”
"Yes, there are many!" Su Meng suddenly became interested and counted with his fingers.
" The Great Funeral, Crying at the Fifth Watch, Crying for the Emperor Heaven, Blue Sky Song, Crying Farewell Song, Westbound Road of Peace…"
Listening to him count these songs, the live broadcast room suddenly fell silent.
There seemed to be a faint gust of wind blowing.
Aren't you a big star? Don't you want to be a musician?
But what kind of netherworld song did you make?
I beg you, do something from the Yang Realm!
……
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