Foreigners Doing Street Performance Is Art, and Our Ancestor Doing Street Performance Is Beggar?
"Everyone, welcome back."
When he said this, the director was about to cry.
F * ck, in terms of popularity, this variety show was definitely going to explode.
However, in terms of killing power, it was also very powerful.
Just go and talk about the allegro, and you almost caused a stampede?
"After a day of work, I wonder how everyone's harvest is?”
"I'll go first." Hua Chenyu jumped out.
"I've been a rapper for the whole day today and didn't earn a single cent. I've given it all back to the fans!”
When he said this, he pretended to be calm, but his gaze swept toward Su Meng intentionally or unintentionally.
Last night, his manager had specially called to remind him.
It was really a bit of a disgrace to cut off fans and chives in public.
Therefore, he had learned his lesson today and did not dare to collect money anymore.
"Su Meng, what about you guys? How much money did you make today? He must be stronger than me, right?"
Su Meng, Little Yueyue, and the others had strange expressions on their faces when they heard this.
The other members of the production team were well aware of this.
They had seen everything that had happened today.
However, Su Meng's next words stunned everyone.
"Yesterday, we earned a total of…200,600!”
What?
This number stunned everyone in the live broadcast room.
Today was a live broadcast, right?
I know you guys earned 600 yuan. This is your appearance fee.
But where did this 200,000 come from?
Su Meng coughed awkwardly.
"We earned 600 yuan for our appearance fee, but
..."”
"They said that the few of us were too lethal and that their hearts couldn't take it anymore.”
"That's why we spent 200,000 yuan to eliminate the disaster so that we can make a comic exhibition.”
"This 200,000 yuan…should be a gift to the God of Plagues?”
Pu ~~~ Many people almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
What the f * ck!
However, many people suddenly realized what was going on.
After all, Su Meng had suppressed the chaos and allowed the organizers to escape death.
This 100,000 yuan should be considered a thank you to them.
Moreover, Su Meng and the others had directly brought many fans into the comic convention.
With this popularity, the organizers and the participating merchants were all making a killing, alright?
Is 200,000 yuan too much?
After
understanding this, the production crew members subconsciously started clapping.
After all, Su Meng had also helped them escape death.
Hmm…although you were the one who caused this trouble.
Those who had watched the live broadcast knew about this, but only Hua Chenyu did not.
Hearing this number, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
I earned tens of thousands of yuan yesterday, and you guys earned two shaobings.
In the end, the entire internet is scolding me, but they're praising you?
I didn't earn a single cent today, but you guys earned 200,000.
And the audience applauded you?
Was there a need for such a double standard?
Thinking of this, he suddenly went crazy.
"Send the God of Plagues? What the hell did you do?"
"Oh," Su Meng said lightly.
"Actually, I didn't do anything. I just called on the fans to calm down and not cause trouble.”
F * ck! Hua Chenyu could not help but blurt out as some images appeared in his mind.
"You actually used the power of your fans to blackmail the organizers?”
"Why didn't I think of that…How could you do that?”
"As celebrities, we have to have the awareness of being celebrities and take up social responsibility!”
"How could you do this?!”
Everyone's gaze turned over in unison.
It was as if he was looking at a mentally retarded child.
…On
Weibo, a message suddenly went viral.
"I'm one of the people who fainted at the comic convention today.”
"Now that all of us are safe and sound, please don't worry.”
"But I have a small question.”
"The organizers have paid for the medical expenses and compensated us.”
"But why did Su Meng, that little assistant, have to go to the hospital and give me 10,000 yuan?”
"Not only me, but all of us also gave 10,000 yuan.”
"Then here comes the question. How can Su Meng's assistant be so rich that she can easily fork out 200,000 yuan?”
This news was originally drowned out in Weibo, and no one noticed it.
However, the famous cosplayer Hundred Night Future suddenly reposted this Weibo post.
There were even a few words.
"Cult Master has earned 200,000!”
As she reposted it, this post instantly became popular in the 2D circle. Then, it quickly left the circle and went straight to the trending list.
The netizens in the live broadcast room also noticed this message, and the bullet screen instantly flooded out.
"So, Su Meng earned 200,600 yuan today and spent 200,000 yuan?”
"Aiyoyo, I can't take it anymore. Is it too late for me to faint now?”
"Ahhhhhh, you guys are so lucky. You even made so much money after listening to Su Meng's live performance?”
"In the past, I've only heard of fans giving money to celebrities. Today, celebrities are actually giving money to their fans? It's rare."
"I announce that from now on, I will be Su Meng…No, from now on, I will be Sect Master Su's brainless fan and will not accept any rebuttal!”
"Sect Master Su will unify the martial world for thousands of generations!”
"Humph! Are you bullying our Su Beggar for not having any brainless fans? Sisters, pick up your pots and pans and start a war against Sect Master Su's fans!”
"Where is the Suona Army? Master Su's battle song,"The Great Funeral," rang out and sent them off!”
"Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention! Revive! President Ba's fan club!"
"
Everyone, everyone!" The executive director finally remembered his duty.
"This episode of our program has already been going on for two days. Tomorrow is the last day.”
"What plans does everyone have for tomorrow?”
He added when he saw Su Meng.
"Don't go to places with too many people!”
The few of them looked at Su Meng in unison.
Right now, Little Yueyue, Liu Tianxian, and the others had unconsciously regarded Su Meng as their backbone.
After all, following Su Meng was fun and exciting. It was much better than playing alone.
When the director saw this scene, he could not help but sigh faintly.
If I remember correctly, this episode will be split into two teams and three teams, right?
But now? Very 5 1?
Su Meng asked after thinking for a while.
"What do you guys think?"
Deng Ziqi blurted out.
"Don't ask me, as long as there's good food."”
"Just like last time, when you eat it
…" Su Meng's eyes suddenly lit up as he had an idea.
"The banquet last time was held in the city. It wasn't considered an orthodox banquet.”
"Why don't I go and have an authentic rural banquet?”
"Alright, alright!" Their eyes lit up, and they nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
Celestial Immortal Liu was stunned.
"Su Meng, how do you know where the grand banquet is?”
Su Meng chuckled and took out his phone.
"This is so new. Brother's connections are all fake.”
As he spoke, he dialed a number and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Hello? Old Wang? Let me ask you, did you take any jobs tomorrow?”
"What? No? Forget it, I'll ask Old Li again.”
"Nothing much. I'm just craving for a feast…
"
Wang Laowu hung up the phone and dialed a number without thinking.
"Hello? Old Li? Do you have work tomorrow?"
"There really is a job. That's great. Our team will go tomorrow too
..."”
"Let me tell you, tomorrow our entire team will go over and work hard to help you.”
"I don't want a single cent. I just want a meal.”
"Alright, it's settled then!”
He hung up the phone and shouted excitedly.
"Brothers, let's grab our weapons!”
"Master Su is summoning us…"
…
"Done!" Su Meng waved his phone proudly.
"There's a family getting married tomorrow. Let's hold a banquet in the village.”
"Wait a minute, you're going to beg for food when they're getting married? This isn't very good."
Boss Yang said with a puzzled look,
The others were also a little hesitant. After all, marriage was a joyous occasion. Wasn't it unlucky for him to beg for food?
Su Meng casually took out the broken bowl and knocked it a few times before laughing.
"Alright then, let's put it another way. Let's go to the countryside and perform the Lotus Fall.”
"Su Meng ~~~" Seeing the group of people ignoring him out of habit again, Hua Chenyu could not help it.
"Aren't you just a beggar? What street artist?"
"You're insulting the word 'artists'!”
"Oh?" When Su Meng heard this, he was instantly unhappy.
"Then tell me, what is this street artist?”
Hua Chenyu snorted coldly, a trace of pride appearing on his face.
"Street performers are a concept imported from the West. It's a part of the city's landscape and a cultural phenomenon. It provides an opportunity for ordinary citizens to appreciate art
…" Su Meng dug his ears with disdain.
"Why are you being so arrogant? Isn't it just street acting?"
"We had this thing thousands of years ago. Why would we need to import it from abroad?”
"How can that be the same?" Hua Chen Yu shouted.
"Do you understand or not?”
"Look at him. He's playing the violin, guitar, and sax on the street. That's called art!”
"Look at what we're selling?”
"A rip-off? Playing the erhu? Playing the suona? Was it uncouth? Wasn't it embarrassing? That's begging!"
"Can these old-fashioned things be compared to street art?”
Su Meng's gaze turned colder.
Foreigners performing on the streets is called art, but our ancestors performing on the streets is called begging?
F * ck you!
What bullshit logic?
Seeing
that the two of them were arguing, the executive director did not stop them. Instead, he looked excited.
It's coming, it's coming, my data password is back!
However, the executive director was calm, but the other celebrities were not.
Deng Ziqi grabbed Su Meng and said.
"Su Meng, it's normal for musical ideals to have differences. Don't be angry over this.”
"Um…I'll be singing with you tomorrow. I can't eat someone else's banquet for free, right?”
Boss Yang and the others also surrounded him and said.
"I think it's not difficult to break the bowl. Why don't you teach me and I'll play tomorrow?”
"No, you were begging with Su Meng yesterday. It's my turn to break the bowl tomorrow.”
"Brother, you're my brother. Don't leave me behind like this.”
Vaguely, a few people were standing on Su Meng's side.
Su Meng snorted coldly and forced a smile.
"Alright then, let's move out together tomorrow.”
When Hua Chenyu saw that Su Meng did not reply, he thought that he had rendered him speechless.
Immediately, he was like a triumphant rooster.
You call that music? Bah! What an old-fashioned thing!
My music is the true art!
However…Hua Chenyu suddenly remembered that Su Meng's live broadcast room seemed to be bursting with popularity?
Since that was the case, Hua Chenyu rolled his eyes and said loudly.
"Aren't you going to perform tomorrow?”
"Do you dare to bring me along?”
"I want you to see what street art really is!”
Su Meng was a little angry. I was going to let you go, and you're still trying to push yourself up?
Do you really think I'm afraid of you?
Aren't they all popular young hunks?
Come on, let's fight. Who's afraid of who?
He stared coldly at Hua Chen Yu and suddenly smiled.
"Alright, then let a country bumpkin like me see your elegance as an artist tomorrow.”
…In the
live broadcast room, when they saw the two of them falling out, there was an uproar.
"F * ck! They started fighting! Positive Strike Up!
"I noticed that the two of them didn't get along, but at least they restrained themselves.”
"This time, I'm on Su Meng's side! Why is it that foreigners 'street selling is called art, and our ancestors' street selling is called begging?”
"That's true, but in the eyes of most people, folk music does seem a little old-fashioned, right?”
"Brother Su Meng is right! Brother Su Meng is invincible!"
"Although I'm a fan of Brother Su Meng, it seems like it's more popular…I don't want to learn it anyway.”
"Folk music soil? Since you're Su Meng's fan, why don't you listen to 'All Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix'?”
"I don't know why, but I have a feeling that Su Meng is going to use his ultimate move tomorrow..."
... In
Xing Hai Culture's office.
Duan Jiangping's expression turned completely cold, and there was a faint aura of power that was not angry.
"Sister Qin, is Hua Chenyu from Sky Entertainment?”
"Send a message to Tianyu!"
"If two people have a dispute, let them resolve it themselves.”
"If Tianyu dares to make a move, mobilize the Internet Water Army to lead the way, and use some shameful methods…
Do you really think Xing Hai Entertainment is a pushover?”
It was rare that Sister Qin did not bicker with him. Instead, she nodded her head fiercely.
"We can only bully our Su Meng ourselves!”
"If Tianyu wants to bully others…do you really think I've been a manager for twenty years for nothing?”
…Imperial
Capital Music Academy.
Hu Zhengyuan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, sinking into deep thought.
A moment later, he picked up his phone.
"Xiao Ling, inform the folk music department to adjust tomorrow's classes.”
"Make time to watch Su Meng's live broadcast.”
"The folk music department I'm talking about…all departments! Everyone!"
"Alright, Teacher. I'll go and arrange it now.”Bai Xiaoling did not seem surprised.
"Teacher, do you need us to support Su Meng?”
Hu Zhengyuan shook his head and said slowly.
"No need, I have a feeling.”
"Su Meng will be serious tomorrow…" Foreigners Doing Street Performance Is Art, and Our Ancestor Doing Street Performance Is Beggar?
"Everyone, welcome back."
When he said this, the director was about to cry.
F * ck, in terms of popularity, this variety show was definitely going to explode.
However, in terms of killing power, it was also very powerful.
Just go and talk about the allegro, and you almost caused a stampede?
"After a day of work, I wonder how everyone's harvest is?”
"I'll go first." Hua Chenyu jumped out.
"I've been a rapper for the whole day today and didn't earn a single cent. I've given it all back to the fans!”
When he said this, he pretended to be calm, but his gaze swept toward Su Meng intentionally or unintentionally.
Last night, his manager had specially called to remind him.
It was really a bit of a disgrace to cut off fans and chives in public.
Therefore, he had learned his lesson today and did not dare to collect money anymore.
"Su Meng, what about you guys? How much money did you make today? He must be stronger than me, right?"
Su Meng, Little Yueyue, and the others had strange expressions on their faces when they heard this.
The other members of the production team were well aware of this.
They had seen everything that had happened today.
However, Su Meng's next words stunned everyone.
"Yesterday, we earned a total of…200,600!”
What?
This number stunned everyone in the live broadcast room.
Today was a live broadcast, right?
I know you guys earned 600 yuan. This is your appearance fee.
But where did this 200,000 come from?
Su Meng coughed awkwardly.
"We earned 600 yuan for our appearance fee, but
..."”
"They said that the few of us were too lethal and that their hearts couldn't take it anymore.”
"That's why we spent 200,000 yuan to eliminate the disaster so that we can make a comic exhibition.”
"This 200,000 yuan…should be a gift to the God of Plagues?”
Pu ~~~ Many people almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
What the f * ck!
However, many people suddenly realized what was going on.
After all, Su Meng had suppressed the chaos and allowed the organizers to escape death.
This 100,000 yuan should be considered a thank you to them.
Moreover, Su Meng and the others had directly brought many fans into the comic convention.
With this popularity, the organizers and the participating merchants were all making a killing, alright?
Is 200,000 yuan too much?
After
understanding this, the production crew members subconsciously started clapping.
After all, Su Meng had also helped them escape death.
Hmm…although you were the one who caused this trouble.
Those who had watched the live broadcast knew about this, but only Hua Chenyu did not.
Hearing this number, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
I earned tens of thousands of yuan yesterday, and you guys earned two shaobings.
In the end, the entire internet is scolding me, but they're praising you?
I didn't earn a single cent today, but you guys earned 200,000.
And the audience applauded you?
Was there a need for such a double standard?
Thinking of this, he suddenly went crazy.
"Send the God of Plagues? What the hell did you do?"
"Oh," Su Meng said lightly.
"Actually, I didn't do anything. I just called on the fans to calm down and not cause trouble.”
F * ck! Hua Chenyu could not help but blurt out as some images appeared in his mind.
"You actually used the power of your fans to blackmail the organizers?”
"Why didn't I think of that…How could you do that?”
"As celebrities, we have to have the awareness of being celebrities and take up social responsibility!”
"How could you do this?!”
Everyone's gaze turned over in unison.
It was as if he was looking at a mentally retarded child.
…On
Weibo, a message suddenly went viral.
"I'm one of the people who fainted at the comic convention today.”
"Now that all of us are safe and sound, please don't worry.”
"But I have a small question.”
"The organizers have paid for the medical expenses and compensated us.”
"But why did Su Meng, that little assistant, have to go to the hospital and give me 10,000 yuan?”
"Not only me, but all of us also gave 10,000 yuan.”
"Then here comes the question. How can Su Meng's assistant be so rich that she can easily fork out 200,000 yuan?”
This news was originally drowned out in Weibo, and no one noticed it.
However, the famous cosplayer Hundred Night Future suddenly reposted this Weibo post.
There were even a few words.
"Cult Master has earned 200,000!”
As she reposted it, this post instantly became popular in the 2D circle. Then, it quickly left the circle and went straight to the trending list.
The netizens in the live broadcast room also noticed this message, and the bullet screen instantly flooded out.
"So, Su Meng earned 200,600 yuan today and spent 200,000 yuan?”
"Aiyoyo, I can't take it anymore. Is it too late for me to faint now?”
"Ahhhhhh, you guys are so lucky. You even made so much money after listening to Su Meng's live performance?”
"In the past, I've only heard of fans giving money to celebrities. Today, celebrities are actually giving money to their fans? It's rare."
"I announce that from now on, I will be Su Meng…No, from now on, I will be Sect Master Su's brainless fan and will not accept any rebuttal!”
"Sect Master Su will unify the martial world for thousands of generations!”
"Humph! Are you bullying our Su Beggar for not having any brainless fans? Sisters, pick up your pots and pans and start a war against Sect Master Su's fans!”
"Where is the Suona Army? Master Su's battle song,"The Great Funeral," rang out and sent them off!”
"Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention! Revive! President Ba's fan club!"
"
Everyone, everyone!" The executive director finally remembered his duty.
"This episode of our program has already been going on for two days. Tomorrow is the last day.”
"What plans does everyone have for tomorrow?”
He added when he saw Su Meng.
"Don't go to places with too many people!”
The few of them looked at Su Meng in unison.
Right now, Little Yueyue, Liu Tianxian, and the others had unconsciously regarded Su Meng as their backbone.
After all, following Su Meng was fun and exciting. It was much better than playing alone.
When the director saw this scene, he could not help but sigh faintly.
If I remember correctly, this episode will be split into two teams and three teams, right?
But now? Very 5 1?
Su Meng asked after thinking for a while.
"What do you guys think?"
Deng Ziqi blurted out.
"Don't ask me, as long as there's good food."”
"Just like last time, when you eat it
…" Su Meng's eyes suddenly lit up as he had an idea.
"The banquet last time was held in the city. It wasn't considered an orthodox banquet.”
"Why don't I go and have an authentic rural banquet?”
"Alright, alright!" Their eyes lit up, and they nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
Celestial Immortal Liu was stunned.
"Su Meng, how do you know where the grand banquet is?”
Su Meng chuckled and took out his phone.
"This is so new. Brother's connections are all fake.”
As he spoke, he dialed a number and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Hello? Old Wang? Let me ask you, did you take any jobs tomorrow?”
"What? No? Forget it, I'll ask Old Li again.”
"Nothing much. I'm just craving for a feast…
"
Wang Laowu hung up the phone and dialed a number without thinking.
"Hello? Old Li? Do you have work tomorrow?"
"There really is a job. That's great. Our team will go tomorrow too
..."”
"Let me tell you, tomorrow our entire team will go over and work hard to help you.”
"I don't want a single cent. I just want a meal.”
"Alright, it's settled then!”
He hung up the phone and shouted excitedly.
"Brothers, let's grab our weapons!”
"Master Su is summoning us…"
…
"Done!" Su Meng waved his phone proudly.
"There's a family getting married tomorrow. Let's hold a banquet in the village.”
"Wait a minute, you're going to beg for food when they're getting married? This isn't very good."
Boss Yang said with a puzzled look,
The others were also a little hesitant. After all, marriage was a joyous occasion. Wasn't it unlucky for him to beg for food?
Su Meng casually took out the broken bowl and knocked it a few times before laughing.
"Alright then, let's put it another way. Let's go to the countryside and perform the Lotus Fall.”
"Su Meng ~~~" Seeing the group of people ignoring him out of habit again, Hua Chenyu could not help it.
"Aren't you just a beggar? What street artist?"
"You're insulting the word 'artists'!”
"Oh?" When Su Meng heard this, he was instantly unhappy.
"Then tell me, what is this street artist?”
Hua Chenyu snorted coldly, a trace of pride appearing on his face.
"Street performers are a concept imported from the West. It's a part of the city's landscape and a cultural phenomenon. It provides an opportunity for ordinary citizens to appreciate art
…" Su Meng dug his ears with disdain.
"Why are you being so arrogant? Isn't it just street acting?"
"We had this thing thousands of years ago. Why would we need to import it from abroad?”
"How can that be the same?" Hua Chen Yu shouted.
"Do you understand or not?”
"Look at him. He's playing the violin, guitar, and sax on the street. That's called art!”
"Look at what we're selling?”
"A rip-off? Playing the erhu? Playing the suona? Was it uncouth? Wasn't it embarrassing? That's begging!"
"Can these old-fashioned things be compared to street art?”
Su Meng's gaze turned colder.
Foreigners performing on the streets is called art, but our ancestors performing on the streets is called begging?
F * ck you!
What bullshit logic?
Seeing
that the two of them were arguing, the executive director did not stop them. Instead, he looked excited.
It's coming, it's coming, my data password is back!
However, the executive director was calm, but the other celebrities were not.
Deng Ziqi grabbed Su Meng and said.
"Su Meng, it's normal for musical ideals to have differences. Don't be angry over this.”
"Um…I'll be singing with you tomorrow. I can't eat someone else's banquet for free, right?”
Boss Yang and the others also surrounded him and said.
"I think it's not difficult to break the bowl. Why don't you teach me and I'll play tomorrow?”
"No, you were begging with Su Meng yesterday. It's my turn to break the bowl tomorrow.”
"Brother, you're my brother. Don't leave me behind like this.”
Vaguely, a few people were standing on Su Meng's side.
Su Meng snorted coldly and forced a smile.
"Alright then, let's move out together tomorrow.”
When Hua Chenyu saw that Su Meng did not reply, he thought that he had rendered him speechless.
Immediately, he was like a triumphant rooster.
You call that music? Bah! What an old-fashioned thing!
My music is the true art!
However…Hua Chenyu suddenly remembered that Su Meng's live broadcast room seemed to be bursting with popularity?
Since that was the case, Hua Chenyu rolled his eyes and said loudly.
"Aren't you going to perform tomorrow?”
"Do you dare to bring me along?”
"I want you to see what street art really is!”
Su Meng was a little angry. I was going to let you go, and you're still trying to push yourself up?
Do you really think I'm afraid of you?
Aren't they all popular young hunks?
Come on, let's fight. Who's afraid of who?
He stared coldly at Hua Chen Yu and suddenly smiled.
"Alright, then let a country bumpkin like me see your elegance as an artist tomorrow.”
…In the
live broadcast room, when they saw the two of them falling out, there was an uproar.
"F * ck! They started fighting! Positive Strike Up!
"I noticed that the two of them didn't get along, but at least they restrained themselves.”
"This time, I'm on Su Meng's side! Why is it that foreigners 'street selling is called art, and our ancestors' street selling is called begging?”
"That's true, but in the eyes of most people, folk music does seem a little old-fashioned, right?”
"Brother Su Meng is right! Brother Su Meng is invincible!"
"Although I'm a fan of Brother Su Meng, it seems like it's more popular…I don't want to learn it anyway.”
"Folk music soil? Since you're Su Meng's fan, why don't you listen to 'All Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix'?”
"I don't know why, but I have a feeling that Su Meng is going to use his ultimate move tomorrow..."
... In
Xing Hai Culture's office.
Duan Jiangping's expression turned completely cold, and there was a faint aura of power that was not angry.
"Sister Qin, is Hua Chenyu from Sky Entertainment?”
"Send a message to Tianyu!"
"If two people have a dispute, let them resolve it themselves.”
"If Tianyu dares to make a move, mobilize the Internet Water Army to lead the way, and use some shameful methods…
Do you really think Xing Hai Entertainment is a pushover?”
It was rare that Sister Qin did not bicker with him. Instead, she nodded her head fiercely.
"We can only bully our Su Meng ourselves!”
"If Tianyu wants to bully others…do you really think I've been a manager for twenty years for nothing?”
…Imperial
Capital Music Academy.
Hu Zhengyuan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, sinking into deep thought.
A moment later, he picked up his phone.
"Xiao Ling, inform the folk music department to adjust tomorrow's classes.”
"Make time to watch Su Meng's live broadcast.”
"The folk music department I'm talking about…all departments! Everyone!"
"Alright, Teacher. I'll go and arrange it now.”Bai Xiaoling did not seem surprised.
"Teacher, do you need us to support Su Meng?”
Hu Zhengyuan shook his head and said slowly.
"No need, I have a feeling.”
"Su Meng will be serious tomorrow…" Foreigners Doing Street Performance Is Art, and Our Ancestor Doing Street Performance Is Beggar?
"Everyone, welcome back."
When he said this, the director was about to cry.
F * ck, in terms of popularity, this variety show was definitely going to explode.
However, in terms of killing power, it was also very powerful.
Just go and talk about the allegro, and you almost caused a stampede?
"After a day of work, I wonder how everyone's harvest is?”
"I'll go first." Hua Chenyu jumped out.
"I've been a rapper for the whole day today and didn't earn a single cent. I've given it all back to the fans!”
When he said this, he pretended to be calm, but his gaze swept toward Su Meng intentionally or unintentionally.
Last night, his manager had specially called to remind him.
It was really a bit of a disgrace to cut off fans and chives in public.
Therefore, he had learned his lesson today and did not dare to collect money anymore.
"Su Meng, what about you guys? How much money did you make today? He must be stronger than me, right?"
Su Meng, Little Yueyue, and the others had strange expressions on their faces when they heard this.
The other members of the production team were well aware of this.
They had seen everything that had happened today.
However, Su Meng's next words stunned everyone.
"Yesterday, we earned a total of…200,600!”
What?
This number stunned everyone in the live broadcast room.
Today was a live broadcast, right?
I know you guys earned 600 yuan. This is your appearance fee.
But where did this 200,000 come from?
Su Meng coughed awkwardly.
"We earned 600 yuan for our appearance fee, but
..."”
"They said that the few of us were too lethal and that their hearts couldn't take it anymore.”
"That's why we spent 200,000 yuan to eliminate the disaster so that we can make a comic exhibition.”
"This 200,000 yuan…should be a gift to the God of Plagues?”
Pu ~~~ Many people almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
What the f * ck!
However, many people suddenly realized what was going on.
After all, Su Meng had suppressed the chaos and allowed the organizers to escape death.
This 100,000 yuan should be considered a thank you to them.
Moreover, Su Meng and the others had directly brought many fans into the comic convention.
With this popularity, the organizers and the participating merchants were all making a killing, alright?
Is 200,000 yuan too much?
After
understanding this, the production crew members subconsciously started clapping.
After all, Su Meng had also helped them escape death.
Hmm…although you were the one who caused this trouble.
Those who had watched the live broadcast knew about this, but only Hua Chenyu did not.
Hearing this number, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
I earned tens of thousands of yuan yesterday, and you guys earned two shaobings.
In the end, the entire internet is scolding me, but they're praising you?
I didn't earn a single cent today, but you guys earned 200,000.
And the audience applauded you?
Was there a need for such a double standard?
Thinking of this, he suddenly went crazy.
"Send the God of Plagues? What the hell did you do?"
"Oh," Su Meng said lightly.
"Actually, I didn't do anything. I just called on the fans to calm down and not cause trouble.”
F * ck! Hua Chenyu could not help but blurt out as some images appeared in his mind.
"You actually used the power of your fans to blackmail the organizers?”
"Why didn't I think of that…How could you do that?”
"As celebrities, we have to have the awareness of being celebrities and take up social responsibility!”
"How could you do this?!”
Everyone's gaze turned over in unison.
It was as if he was looking at a mentally retarded child.
…On
Weibo, a message suddenly went viral.
"I'm one of the people who fainted at the comic convention today.”
"Now that all of us are safe and sound, please don't worry.”
"But I have a small question.”
"The organizers have paid for the medical expenses and compensated us.”
"But why did Su Meng, that little assistant, have to go to the hospital and give me 10,000 yuan?”
"Not only me, but all of us also gave 10,000 yuan.”
"Then here comes the question. How can Su Meng's assistant be so rich that she can easily fork out 200,000 yuan?”
This news was originally drowned out in Weibo, and no one noticed it.
However, the famous cosplayer Hundred Night Future suddenly reposted this Weibo post.
There were even a few words.
"Cult Master has earned 200,000!”
As she reposted it, this post instantly became popular in the 2D circle. Then, it quickly left the circle and went straight to the trending list.
The netizens in the live broadcast room also noticed this message, and the bullet screen instantly flooded out.
"So, Su Meng earned 200,600 yuan today and spent 200,000 yuan?”
"Aiyoyo, I can't take it anymore. Is it too late for me to faint now?”
"Ahhhhhh, you guys are so lucky. You even made so much money after listening to Su Meng's live performance?”
"In the past, I've only heard of fans giving money to celebrities. Today, celebrities are actually giving money to their fans? It's rare."
"I announce that from now on, I will be Su Meng…No, from now on, I will be Sect Master Su's brainless fan and will not accept any rebuttal!”
"Sect Master Su will unify the martial world for thousands of generations!”
"Humph! Are you bullying our Su Beggar for not having any brainless fans? Sisters, pick up your pots and pans and start a war against Sect Master Su's fans!”
"Where is the Suona Army? Master Su's battle song,"The Great Funeral," rang out and sent them off!”
"Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention! Revive! President Ba's fan club!"
"
Everyone, everyone!" The executive director finally remembered his duty.
"This episode of our program has already been going on for two days. Tomorrow is the last day.”
"What plans does everyone have for tomorrow?”
He added when he saw Su Meng.
"Don't go to places with too many people!”
The few of them looked at Su Meng in unison.
Right now, Little Yueyue, Liu Tianxian, and the others had unconsciously regarded Su Meng as their backbone.
After all, following Su Meng was fun and exciting. It was much better than playing alone.
When the director saw this scene, he could not help but sigh faintly.
If I remember correctly, this episode will be split into two teams and three teams, right?
But now? Very 5 1?
Su Meng asked after thinking for a while.
"What do you guys think?"
Deng Ziqi blurted out.
"Don't ask me, as long as there's good food."”
"Just like last time, when you eat it
…" Su Meng's eyes suddenly lit up as he had an idea.
"The banquet last time was held in the city. It wasn't considered an orthodox banquet.”
"Why don't I go and have an authentic rural banquet?”
"Alright, alright!" Their eyes lit up, and they nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
Celestial Immortal Liu was stunned.
"Su Meng, how do you know where the grand banquet is?”
Su Meng chuckled and took out his phone.
"This is so new. Brother's connections are all fake.”
As he spoke, he dialed a number and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Hello? Old Wang? Let me ask you, did you take any jobs tomorrow?”
"What? No? Forget it, I'll ask Old Li again.”
"Nothing much. I'm just craving for a feast…
"
Wang Laowu hung up the phone and dialed a number without thinking.
"Hello? Old Li? Do you have work tomorrow?"
"There really is a job. That's great. Our team will go tomorrow too
..."”
"Let me tell you, tomorrow our entire team will go over and work hard to help you.”
"I don't want a single cent. I just want a meal.”
"Alright, it's settled then!”
He hung up the phone and shouted excitedly.
"Brothers, let's grab our weapons!”
"Master Su is summoning us…"
…
"Done!" Su Meng waved his phone proudly.
"There's a family getting married tomorrow. Let's hold a banquet in the village.”
"Wait a minute, you're going to beg for food when they're getting married? This isn't very good."
Boss Yang said with a puzzled look,
The others were also a little hesitant. After all, marriage was a joyous occasion. Wasn't it unlucky for him to beg for food?
Su Meng casually took out the broken bowl and knocked it a few times before laughing.
"Alright then, let's put it another way. Let's go to the countryside and perform the Lotus Fall.”
"Su Meng ~~~" Seeing the group of people ignoring him out of habit again, Hua Chenyu could not help it.
"Aren't you just a beggar? What street artist?"
"You're insulting the word 'artists'!”
"Oh?" When Su Meng heard this, he was instantly unhappy.
"Then tell me, what is this street artist?”
Hua Chenyu snorted coldly, a trace of pride appearing on his face.
"Street performers are a concept imported from the West. It's a part of the city's landscape and a cultural phenomenon. It provides an opportunity for ordinary citizens to appreciate art
…" Su Meng dug his ears with disdain.
"Why are you being so arrogant? Isn't it just street acting?"
"We had this thing thousands of years ago. Why would we need to import it from abroad?”
"How can that be the same?" Hua Chen Yu shouted.
"Do you understand or not?”
"Look at him. He's playing the violin, guitar, and sax on the street. That's called art!”
"Look at what we're selling?”
"A rip-off? Playing the erhu? Playing the suona? Was it uncouth? Wasn't it embarrassing? That's begging!"
"Can these old-fashioned things be compared to street art?”
Su Meng's gaze turned colder.
Foreigners performing on the streets is called art, but our ancestors performing on the streets is called begging?
F * ck you!
What bullshit logic?
Seeing
that the two of them were arguing, the executive director did not stop them. Instead, he looked excited.
It's coming, it's coming, my data password is back!
However, the executive director was calm, but the other celebrities were not.
Deng Ziqi grabbed Su Meng and said.
"Su Meng, it's normal for musical ideals to have differences. Don't be angry over this.”
"Um…I'll be singing with you tomorrow. I can't eat someone else's banquet for free, right?”
Boss Yang and the others also surrounded him and said.
"I think it's not difficult to break the bowl. Why don't you teach me and I'll play tomorrow?”
"No, you were begging with Su Meng yesterday. It's my turn to break the bowl tomorrow.”
"Brother, you're my brother. Don't leave me behind like this.”
Vaguely, a few people were standing on Su Meng's side.
Su Meng snorted coldly and forced a smile.
"Alright then, let's move out together tomorrow.”
When Hua Chenyu saw that Su Meng did not reply, he thought that he had rendered him speechless.
Immediately, he was like a triumphant rooster.
You call that music? Bah! What an old-fashioned thing!
My music is the true art!
However…Hua Chenyu suddenly remembered that Su Meng's live broadcast room seemed to be bursting with popularity?
Since that was the case, Hua Chenyu rolled his eyes and said loudly.
"Aren't you going to perform tomorrow?”
"Do you dare to bring me along?”
"I want you to see what street art really is!”
Su Meng was a little angry. I was going to let you go, and you're still trying to push yourself up?
Do you really think I'm afraid of you?
Aren't they all popular young hunks?
Come on, let's fight. Who's afraid of who?
He stared coldly at Hua Chen Yu and suddenly smiled.
"Alright, then let a country bumpkin like me see your elegance as an artist tomorrow.”
…In the
live broadcast room, when they saw the two of them falling out, there was an uproar.
"F * ck! They started fighting! Positive Strike Up!
"I noticed that the two of them didn't get along, but at least they restrained themselves.”
"This time, I'm on Su Meng's side! Why is it that foreigners 'street selling is called art, and our ancestors' street selling is called begging?”
"That's true, but in the eyes of most people, folk music does seem a little old-fashioned, right?”
"Brother Su Meng is right! Brother Su Meng is invincible!"
"Although I'm a fan of Brother Su Meng, it seems like it's more popular…I don't want to learn it anyway.”
"Folk music soil? Since you're Su Meng's fan, why don't you listen to 'All Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix'?”
"I don't know why, but I have a feeling that Su Meng is going to use his ultimate move tomorrow..."
... In
Xing Hai Culture's office.
Duan Jiangping's expression turned completely cold, and there was a faint aura of power that was not angry.
"Sister Qin, is Hua Chenyu from Sky Entertainment?”
"Send a message to Tianyu!"
"If two people have a dispute, let them resolve it themselves.”
"If Tianyu dares to make a move, mobilize the Internet Water Army to lead the way, and use some shameful methods…
Do you really think Xing Hai Entertainment is a pushover?”
It was rare that Sister Qin did not bicker with him. Instead, she nodded her head fiercely.
"We can only bully our Su Meng ourselves!”
"If Tianyu wants to bully others…do you really think I've been a manager for twenty years for nothing?”
…Imperial
Capital Music Academy.
Hu Zhengyuan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, sinking into deep thought.
A moment later, he picked up his phone.
"Xiao Ling, inform the folk music department to adjust tomorrow's classes.”
"Make time to watch Su Meng's live broadcast.”
"The folk music department I'm talking about…all departments! Everyone!"
"Alright, Teacher. I'll go and arrange it now.”Bai Xiaoling did not seem surprised.
"Teacher, do you need us to support Su Meng?”
Hu Zhengyuan shook his head and said slowly.
"No need, I have a feeling.”
"Su Meng will be serious tomorrow…" Foreigners Doing Street Performance Is Art, and Our Ancestor Doing Street Performance Is Beggar?
"Everyone, welcome back."
When he said this, the director was about to cry.
F * ck, in terms of popularity, this variety show was definitely going to explode.
However, in terms of killing power, it was also very powerful.
Just go and talk about the allegro, and you almost caused a stampede?
"After a day of work, I wonder how everyone's harvest is?”
"I'll go first." Hua Chenyu jumped out.
"I've been a rapper for the whole day today and didn't earn a single cent. I've given it all back to the fans!”
When he said this, he pretended to be calm, but his gaze swept toward Su Meng intentionally or unintentionally.
Last night, his manager had specially called to remind him.
It was really a bit of a disgrace to cut off fans and chives in public.
Therefore, he had learned his lesson today and did not dare to collect money anymore.
"Su Meng, what about you guys? How much money did you make today? He must be stronger than me, right?"
Su Meng, Little Yueyue, and the others had strange expressions on their faces when they heard this.
The other members of the production team were well aware of this.
They had seen everything that had happened today.
However, Su Meng's next words stunned everyone.
"Yesterday, we earned a total of…200,600!”
What?
This number stunned everyone in the live broadcast room.
Today was a live broadcast, right?
I know you guys earned 600 yuan. This is your appearance fee.
But where did this 200,000 come from?
Su Meng coughed awkwardly.
"We earned 600 yuan for our appearance fee, but
..."”
"They said that the few of us were too lethal and that their hearts couldn't take it anymore.”
"That's why we spent 200,000 yuan to eliminate the disaster so that we can make a comic exhibition.”
"This 200,000 yuan…should be a gift to the God of Plagues?”
Pu ~~~ Many people almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
What the f * ck!
However, many people suddenly realized what was going on.
After all, Su Meng had suppressed the chaos and allowed the organizers to escape death.
This 100,000 yuan should be considered a thank you to them.
Moreover, Su Meng and the others had directly brought many fans into the comic convention.
With this popularity, the organizers and the participating merchants were all making a killing, alright?
Is 200,000 yuan too much?
After
understanding this, the production crew members subconsciously started clapping.
After all, Su Meng had also helped them escape death.
Hmm…although you were the one who caused this trouble.
Those who had watched the live broadcast knew about this, but only Hua Chenyu did not.
Hearing this number, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
I earned tens of thousands of yuan yesterday, and you guys earned two shaobings.
In the end, the entire internet is scolding me, but they're praising you?
I didn't earn a single cent today, but you guys earned 200,000.
And the audience applauded you?
Was there a need for such a double standard?
Thinking of this, he suddenly went crazy.
"Send the God of Plagues? What the hell did you do?"
"Oh," Su Meng said lightly.
"Actually, I didn't do anything. I just called on the fans to calm down and not cause trouble.”
F * ck! Hua Chenyu could not help but blurt out as some images appeared in his mind.
"You actually used the power of your fans to blackmail the organizers?”
"Why didn't I think of that…How could you do that?”
"As celebrities, we have to have the awareness of being celebrities and take up social responsibility!”
"How could you do this?!”
Everyone's gaze turned over in unison.
It was as if he was looking at a mentally retarded child.
…On
Weibo, a message suddenly went viral.
"I'm one of the people who fainted at the comic convention today.”
"Now that all of us are safe and sound, please don't worry.”
"But I have a small question.”
"The organizers have paid for the medical expenses and compensated us.”
"But why did Su Meng, that little assistant, have to go to the hospital and give me 10,000 yuan?”
"Not only me, but all of us also gave 10,000 yuan.”
"Then here comes the question. How can Su Meng's assistant be so rich that she can easily fork out 200,000 yuan?”
This news was originally drowned out in Weibo, and no one noticed it.
However, the famous cosplayer Hundred Night Future suddenly reposted this Weibo post.
There were even a few words.
"Cult Master has earned 200,000!”
As she reposted it, this post instantly became popular in the 2D circle. Then, it quickly left the circle and went straight to the trending list.
The netizens in the live broadcast room also noticed this message, and the bullet screen instantly flooded out.
"So, Su Meng earned 200,600 yuan today and spent 200,000 yuan?”
"Aiyoyo, I can't take it anymore. Is it too late for me to faint now?”
"Ahhhhhh, you guys are so lucky. You even made so much money after listening to Su Meng's live performance?”
"In the past, I've only heard of fans giving money to celebrities. Today, celebrities are actually giving money to their fans? It's rare."
"I announce that from now on, I will be Su Meng…No, from now on, I will be Sect Master Su's brainless fan and will not accept any rebuttal!”
"Sect Master Su will unify the martial world for thousands of generations!”
"Humph! Are you bullying our Su Beggar for not having any brainless fans? Sisters, pick up your pots and pans and start a war against Sect Master Su's fans!”
"Where is the Suona Army? Master Su's battle song,"The Great Funeral," rang out and sent them off!”
"Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention! Revive! President Ba's fan club!"
"
Everyone, everyone!" The executive director finally remembered his duty.
"This episode of our program has already been going on for two days. Tomorrow is the last day.”
"What plans does everyone have for tomorrow?”
He added when he saw Su Meng.
"Don't go to places with too many people!”
The few of them looked at Su Meng in unison.
Right now, Little Yueyue, Liu Tianxian, and the others had unconsciously regarded Su Meng as their backbone.
After all, following Su Meng was fun and exciting. It was much better than playing alone.
When the director saw this scene, he could not help but sigh faintly.
If I remember correctly, this episode will be split into two teams and three teams, right?
But now? Very 5 1?
Su Meng asked after thinking for a while.
"What do you guys think?"
Deng Ziqi blurted out.
"Don't ask me, as long as there's good food."”
"Just like last time, when you eat it
…" Su Meng's eyes suddenly lit up as he had an idea.
"The banquet last time was held in the city. It wasn't considered an orthodox banquet.”
"Why don't I go and have an authentic rural banquet?”
"Alright, alright!" Their eyes lit up, and they nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
Celestial Immortal Liu was stunned.
"Su Meng, how do you know where the grand banquet is?”
Su Meng chuckled and took out his phone.
"This is so new. Brother's connections are all fake.”
As he spoke, he dialed a number and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Hello? Old Wang? Let me ask you, did you take any jobs tomorrow?”
"What? No? Forget it, I'll ask Old Li again.”
"Nothing much. I'm just craving for a feast…
"
Wang Laowu hung up the phone and dialed a number without thinking.
"Hello? Old Li? Do you have work tomorrow?"
"There really is a job. That's great. Our team will go tomorrow too
..."”
"Let me tell you, tomorrow our entire team will go over and work hard to help you.”
"I don't want a single cent. I just want a meal.”
"Alright, it's settled then!”
He hung up the phone and shouted excitedly.
"Brothers, let's grab our weapons!”
"Master Su is summoning us…"
…
"Done!" Su Meng waved his phone proudly.
"There's a family getting married tomorrow. Let's hold a banquet in the village.”
"Wait a minute, you're going to beg for food when they're getting married? This isn't very good."
Boss Yang said with a puzzled look,
The others were also a little hesitant. After all, marriage was a joyous occasion. Wasn't it unlucky for him to beg for food?
Su Meng casually took out the broken bowl and knocked it a few times before laughing.
"Alright then, let's put it another way. Let's go to the countryside and perform the Lotus Fall.”
"Su Meng ~~~" Seeing the group of people ignoring him out of habit again, Hua Chenyu could not help it.
"Aren't you just a beggar? What street artist?"
"You're insulting the word 'artists'!”
"Oh?" When Su Meng heard this, he was instantly unhappy.
"Then tell me, what is this street artist?”
Hua Chenyu snorted coldly, a trace of pride appearing on his face.
"Street performers are a concept imported from the West. It's a part of the city's landscape and a cultural phenomenon. It provides an opportunity for ordinary citizens to appreciate art
…" Su Meng dug his ears with disdain.
"Why are you being so arrogant? Isn't it just street acting?"
"We had this thing thousands of years ago. Why would we need to import it from abroad?”
"How can that be the same?" Hua Chen Yu shouted.
"Do you understand or not?”
"Look at him. He's playing the violin, guitar, and sax on the street. That's called art!”
"Look at what we're selling?”
"A rip-off? Playing the erhu? Playing the suona? Was it uncouth? Wasn't it embarrassing? That's begging!"
"Can these old-fashioned things be compared to street art?”
Su Meng's gaze turned colder.
Foreigners performing on the streets is called art, but our ancestors performing on the streets is called begging?
F * ck you!
What bullshit logic?
Seeing
that the two of them were arguing, the executive director did not stop them. Instead, he looked excited.
It's coming, it's coming, my data password is back!
However, the executive director was calm, but the other celebrities were not.
Deng Ziqi grabbed Su Meng and said.
"Su Meng, it's normal for musical ideals to have differences. Don't be angry over this.”
"Um…I'll be singing with you tomorrow. I can't eat someone else's banquet for free, right?”
Boss Yang and the others also surrounded him and said.
"I think it's not difficult to break the bowl. Why don't you teach me and I'll play tomorrow?”
"No, you were begging with Su Meng yesterday. It's my turn to break the bowl tomorrow.”
"Brother, you're my brother. Don't leave me behind like this.”
Vaguely, a few people were standing on Su Meng's side.
Su Meng snorted coldly and forced a smile.
"Alright then, let's move out together tomorrow.”
When Hua Chenyu saw that Su Meng did not reply, he thought that he had rendered him speechless.
Immediately, he was like a triumphant rooster.
You call that music? Bah! What an old-fashioned thing!
My music is the true art!
However…Hua Chenyu suddenly remembered that Su Meng's live broadcast room seemed to be bursting with popularity?
Since that was the case, Hua Chenyu rolled his eyes and said loudly.
"Aren't you going to perform tomorrow?”
"Do you dare to bring me along?”
"I want you to see what street art really is!”
Su Meng was a little angry. I was going to let you go, and you're still trying to push yourself up?
Do you really think I'm afraid of you?
Aren't they all popular young hunks?
Come on, let's fight. Who's afraid of who?
He stared coldly at Hua Chen Yu and suddenly smiled.
"Alright, then let a country bumpkin like me see your elegance as an artist tomorrow.”
…In the
live broadcast room, when they saw the two of them falling out, there was an uproar.
"F * ck! They started fighting! Positive Strike Up!
"I noticed that the two of them didn't get along, but at least they restrained themselves.”
"This time, I'm on Su Meng's side! Why is it that foreigners 'street selling is called art, and our ancestors' street selling is called begging?”
"That's true, but in the eyes of most people, folk music does seem a little old-fashioned, right?”
"Brother Su Meng is right! Brother Su Meng is invincible!"
"Although I'm a fan of Brother Su Meng, it seems like it's more popular…I don't want to learn it anyway.”
"Folk music soil? Since you're Su Meng's fan, why don't you listen to 'All Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix'?”
"I don't know why, but I have a feeling that Su Meng is going to use his ultimate move tomorrow..."
... In
Xing Hai Culture's office.
Duan Jiangping's expression turned completely cold, and there was a faint aura of power that was not angry.
"Sister Qin, is Hua Chenyu from Sky Entertainment?”
"Send a message to Tianyu!"
"If two people have a dispute, let them resolve it themselves.”
"If Tianyu dares to make a move, mobilize the Internet Water Army to lead the way, and use some shameful methods…
Do you really think Xing Hai Entertainment is a pushover?”
It was rare that Sister Qin did not bicker with him. Instead, she nodded her head fiercely.
"We can only bully our Su Meng ourselves!”
"If Tianyu wants to bully others…do you really think I've been a manager for twenty years for nothing?”
…Imperial
Capital Music Academy.
Hu Zhengyuan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, sinking into deep thought.
A moment later, he picked up his phone.
"Xiao Ling, inform the folk music department to adjust tomorrow's classes.”
"Make time to watch Su Meng's live broadcast.”
"The folk music department I'm talking about…all departments! Everyone!"
"Alright, Teacher. I'll go and arrange it now.”Bai Xiaoling did not seem surprised.
"Teacher, do you need us to support Su Meng?”
Hu Zhengyuan shook his head and said slowly.
"No need, I have a feeling.”
"Su Meng will be serious tomorrow…" Foreigners Doing Street Performance Is Art, and Our Ancestor Doing Street Performance Is Beggar?
"Everyone, welcome back."
When he said this, the director was about to cry.
F * ck, in terms of popularity, this variety show was definitely going to explode.
However, in terms of killing power, it was also very powerful.
Just go and talk about the allegro, and you almost caused a stampede?
"After a day of work, I wonder how everyone's harvest is?”
"I'll go first." Hua Chenyu jumped out.
"I've been a rapper for the whole day today and didn't earn a single cent. I've given it all back to the fans!”
When he said this, he pretended to be calm, but his gaze swept toward Su Meng intentionally or unintentionally.
Last night, his manager had specially called to remind him.
It was really a bit of a disgrace to cut off fans and chives in public.
Therefore, he had learned his lesson today and did not dare to collect money anymore.
"Su Meng, what about you guys? How much money did you make today? He must be stronger than me, right?"
Su Meng, Little Yueyue, and the others had strange expressions on their faces when they heard this.
The other members of the production team were well aware of this.
They had seen everything that had happened today.
However, Su Meng's next words stunned everyone.
"Yesterday, we earned a total of…200,600!”
What?
This number stunned everyone in the live broadcast room.
Today was a live broadcast, right?
I know you guys earned 600 yuan. This is your appearance fee.
But where did this 200,000 come from?
Su Meng coughed awkwardly.
"We earned 600 yuan for our appearance fee, but
..."”
"They said that the few of us were too lethal and that their hearts couldn't take it anymore.”
"That's why we spent 200,000 yuan to eliminate the disaster so that we can make a comic exhibition.”
"This 200,000 yuan…should be a gift to the God of Plagues?”
Pu ~~~ Many people almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
What the f * ck!
However, many people suddenly realized what was going on.
After all, Su Meng had suppressed the chaos and allowed the organizers to escape death.
This 100,000 yuan should be considered a thank you to them.
Moreover, Su Meng and the others had directly brought many fans into the comic convention.
With this popularity, the organizers and the participating merchants were all making a killing, alright?
Is 200,000 yuan too much?
After
understanding this, the production crew members subconsciously started clapping.
After all, Su Meng had also helped them escape death.
Hmm…although you were the one who caused this trouble.
Those who had watched the live broadcast knew about this, but only Hua Chenyu did not.
Hearing this number, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
I earned tens of thousands of yuan yesterday, and you guys earned two shaobings.
In the end, the entire internet is scolding me, but they're praising you?
I didn't earn a single cent today, but you guys earned 200,000.
And the audience applauded you?
Was there a need for such a double standard?
Thinking of this, he suddenly went crazy.
"Send the God of Plagues? What the hell did you do?"
"Oh," Su Meng said lightly.
"Actually, I didn't do anything. I just called on the fans to calm down and not cause trouble.”
F * ck! Hua Chenyu could not help but blurt out as some images appeared in his mind.
"You actually used the power of your fans to blackmail the organizers?”
"Why didn't I think of that…How could you do that?”
"As celebrities, we have to have the awareness of being celebrities and take up social responsibility!”
"How could you do this?!”
Everyone's gaze turned over in unison.
It was as if he was looking at a mentally retarded child.
…On
Weibo, a message suddenly went viral.
"I'm one of the people who fainted at the comic convention today.”
"Now that all of us are safe and sound, please don't worry.”
"But I have a small question.”
"The organizers have paid for the medical expenses and compensated us.”
"But why did Su Meng, that little assistant, have to go to the hospital and give me 10,000 yuan?”
"Not only me, but all of us also gave 10,000 yuan.”
"Then here comes the question. How can Su Meng's assistant be so rich that she can easily fork out 200,000 yuan?”
This news was originally drowned out in Weibo, and no one noticed it.
However, the famous cosplayer Hundred Night Future suddenly reposted this Weibo post.
There were even a few words.
"Cult Master has earned 200,000!”
As she reposted it, this post instantly became popular in the 2D circle. Then, it quickly left the circle and went straight to the trending list.
The netizens in the live broadcast room also noticed this message, and the bullet screen instantly flooded out.
"So, Su Meng earned 200,600 yuan today and spent 200,000 yuan?”
"Aiyoyo, I can't take it anymore. Is it too late for me to faint now?”
"Ahhhhhh, you guys are so lucky. You even made so much money after listening to Su Meng's live performance?”
"In the past, I've only heard of fans giving money to celebrities. Today, celebrities are actually giving money to their fans? It's rare."
"I announce that from now on, I will be Su Meng…No, from now on, I will be Sect Master Su's brainless fan and will not accept any rebuttal!”
"Sect Master Su will unify the martial world for thousands of generations!”
"Humph! Are you bullying our Su Beggar for not having any brainless fans? Sisters, pick up your pots and pans and start a war against Sect Master Su's fans!”
"Where is the Suona Army? Master Su's battle song,"The Great Funeral," rang out and sent them off!”
"Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention! Revive! President Ba's fan club!"
"
Everyone, everyone!" The executive director finally remembered his duty.
"This episode of our program has already been going on for two days. Tomorrow is the last day.”
"What plans does everyone have for tomorrow?”
He added when he saw Su Meng.
"Don't go to places with too many people!”
The few of them looked at Su Meng in unison.
Right now, Little Yueyue, Liu Tianxian, and the others had unconsciously regarded Su Meng as their backbone.
After all, following Su Meng was fun and exciting. It was much better than playing alone.
When the director saw this scene, he could not help but sigh faintly.
If I remember correctly, this episode will be split into two teams and three teams, right?
But now? Very 5 1?
Su Meng asked after thinking for a while.
"What do you guys think?"
Deng Ziqi blurted out.
"Don't ask me, as long as there's good food."”
"Just like last time, when you eat it
…" Su Meng's eyes suddenly lit up as he had an idea.
"The banquet last time was held in the city. It wasn't considered an orthodox banquet.”
"Why don't I go and have an authentic rural banquet?”
"Alright, alright!" Their eyes lit up, and they nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
Celestial Immortal Liu was stunned.
"Su Meng, how do you know where the grand banquet is?”
Su Meng chuckled and took out his phone.
"This is so new. Brother's connections are all fake.”
As he spoke, he dialed a number and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Hello? Old Wang? Let me ask you, did you take any jobs tomorrow?”
"What? No? Forget it, I'll ask Old Li again.”
"Nothing much. I'm just craving for a feast…
"
Wang Laowu hung up the phone and dialed a number without thinking.
"Hello? Old Li? Do you have work tomorrow?"
"There really is a job. That's great. Our team will go tomorrow too
..."”
"Let me tell you, tomorrow our entire team will go over and work hard to help you.”
"I don't want a single cent. I just want a meal.”
"Alright, it's settled then!”
He hung up the phone and shouted excitedly.
"Brothers, let's grab our weapons!”
"Master Su is summoning us…"
…
"Done!" Su Meng waved his phone proudly.
"There's a family getting married tomorrow. Let's hold a banquet in the village.”
"Wait a minute, you're going to beg for food when they're getting married? This isn't very good."
Boss Yang said with a puzzled look,
The others were also a little hesitant. After all, marriage was a joyous occasion. Wasn't it unlucky for him to beg for food?
Su Meng casually took out the broken bowl and knocked it a few times before laughing.
"Alright then, let's put it another way. Let's go to the countryside and perform the Lotus Fall.”
"Su Meng ~~~" Seeing the group of people ignoring him out of habit again, Hua Chenyu could not help it.
"Aren't you just a beggar? What street artist?"
"You're insulting the word 'artists'!”
"Oh?" When Su Meng heard this, he was instantly unhappy.
"Then tell me, what is this street artist?”
Hua Chenyu snorted coldly, a trace of pride appearing on his face.
"Street performers are a concept imported from the West. It's a part of the city's landscape and a cultural phenomenon. It provides an opportunity for ordinary citizens to appreciate art
…" Su Meng dug his ears with disdain.
"Why are you being so arrogant? Isn't it just street acting?"
"We had this thing thousands of years ago. Why would we need to import it from abroad?”
"How can that be the same?" Hua Chen Yu shouted.
"Do you understand or not?”
"Look at him. He's playing the violin, guitar, and sax on the street. That's called art!”
"Look at what we're selling?”
"A rip-off? Playing the erhu? Playing the suona? Was it uncouth? Wasn't it embarrassing? That's begging!"
"Can these old-fashioned things be compared to street art?”
Su Meng's gaze turned colder.
Foreigners performing on the streets is called art, but our ancestors performing on the streets is called begging?
F * ck you!
What bullshit logic?
Seeing
that the two of them were arguing, the executive director did not stop them. Instead, he looked excited.
It's coming, it's coming, my data password is back!
However, the executive director was calm, but the other celebrities were not.
Deng Ziqi grabbed Su Meng and said.
"Su Meng, it's normal for musical ideals to have differences. Don't be angry over this.”
"Um…I'll be singing with you tomorrow. I can't eat someone else's banquet for free, right?”
Boss Yang and the others also surrounded him and said.
"I think it's not difficult to break the bowl. Why don't you teach me and I'll play tomorrow?”
"No, you were begging with Su Meng yesterday. It's my turn to break the bowl tomorrow.”
"Brother, you're my brother. Don't leave me behind like this.”
Vaguely, a few people were standing on Su Meng's side.
Su Meng snorted coldly and forced a smile.
"Alright then, let's move out together tomorrow.”
When Hua Chenyu saw that Su Meng did not reply, he thought that he had rendered him speechless.
Immediately, he was like a triumphant rooster.
You call that music? Bah! What an old-fashioned thing!
My music is the true art!
However…Hua Chenyu suddenly remembered that Su Meng's live broadcast room seemed to be bursting with popularity?
Since that was the case, Hua Chenyu rolled his eyes and said loudly.
"Aren't you going to perform tomorrow?”
"Do you dare to bring me along?”
"I want you to see what street art really is!”
Su Meng was a little angry. I was going to let you go, and you're still trying to push yourself up?
Do you really think I'm afraid of you?
Aren't they all popular young hunks?
Come on, let's fight. Who's afraid of who?
He stared coldly at Hua Chen Yu and suddenly smiled.
"Alright, then let a country bumpkin like me see your elegance as an artist tomorrow.”
…In the
live broadcast room, when they saw the two of them falling out, there was an uproar.
"F * ck! They started fighting! Positive Strike Up!
"I noticed that the two of them didn't get along, but at least they restrained themselves.”
"This time, I'm on Su Meng's side! Why is it that foreigners 'street selling is called art, and our ancestors' street selling is called begging?”
"That's true, but in the eyes of most people, folk music does seem a little old-fashioned, right?”
"Brother Su Meng is right! Brother Su Meng is invincible!"
"Although I'm a fan of Brother Su Meng, it seems like it's more popular…I don't want to learn it anyway.”
"Folk music soil? Since you're Su Meng's fan, why don't you listen to 'All Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix'?”
"I don't know why, but I have a feeling that Su Meng is going to use his ultimate move tomorrow..."
... In
Xing Hai Culture's office.
Duan Jiangping's expression turned completely cold, and there was a faint aura of power that was not angry.
"Sister Qin, is Hua Chenyu from Sky Entertainment?”
"Send a message to Tianyu!"
"If two people have a dispute, let them resolve it themselves.”
"If Tianyu dares to make a move, mobilize the Internet Water Army to lead the way, and use some shameful methods…
Do you really think Xing Hai Entertainment is a pushover?”
It was rare that Sister Qin did not bicker with him. Instead, she nodded her head fiercely.
"We can only bully our Su Meng ourselves!”
"If Tianyu wants to bully others…do you really think I've been a manager for twenty years for nothing?”
…Imperial
Capital Music Academy.
Hu Zhengyuan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, sinking into deep thought.
A moment later, he picked up his phone.
"Xiao Ling, inform the folk music department to adjust tomorrow's classes.”
"Make time to watch Su Meng's live broadcast.”
"The folk music department I'm talking about…all departments! Everyone!"
"Alright, Teacher. I'll go and arrange it now.”Bai Xiaoling did not seem surprised.
"Teacher, do you need us to support Su Meng?”
Hu Zhengyuan shook his head and said slowly.
"No need, I have a feeling.”
"Su Meng will be serious tomorrow…" Foreigners Doing Street Performance Is Art, and Our Ancestor Doing Street Performance Is Beggar?
"Everyone, welcome back."
When he said this, the director was about to cry.
F * ck, in terms of popularity, this variety show was definitely going to explode.
However, in terms of killing power, it was also very powerful.
Just go and talk about the allegro, and you almost caused a stampede?
"After a day of work, I wonder how everyone's harvest is?”
"I'll go first." Hua Chenyu jumped out.
"I've been a rapper for the whole day today and didn't earn a single cent. I've given it all back to the fans!”
When he said this, he pretended to be calm, but his gaze swept toward Su Meng intentionally or unintentionally.
Last night, his manager had specially called to remind him.
It was really a bit of a disgrace to cut off fans and chives in public.
Therefore, he had learned his lesson today and did not dare to collect money anymore.
"Su Meng, what about you guys? How much money did you make today? He must be stronger than me, right?"
Su Meng, Little Yueyue, and the others had strange expressions on their faces when they heard this.
The other members of the production team were well aware of this.
They had seen everything that had happened today.
However, Su Meng's next words stunned everyone.
"Yesterday, we earned a total of…200,600!”
What?
This number stunned everyone in the live broadcast room.
Today was a live broadcast, right?
I know you guys earned 600 yuan. This is your appearance fee.
But where did this 200,000 come from?
Su Meng coughed awkwardly.
"We earned 600 yuan for our appearance fee, but
..."”
"They said that the few of us were too lethal and that their hearts couldn't take it anymore.”
"That's why we spent 200,000 yuan to eliminate the disaster so that we can make a comic exhibition.”
"This 200,000 yuan…should be a gift to the God of Plagues?”
Pu ~~~ Many people almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
What the f * ck!
However, many people suddenly realized what was going on.
After all, Su Meng had suppressed the chaos and allowed the organizers to escape death.
This 100,000 yuan should be considered a thank you to them.
Moreover, Su Meng and the others had directly brought many fans into the comic convention.
With this popularity, the organizers and the participating merchants were all making a killing, alright?
Is 200,000 yuan too much?
After
understanding this, the production crew members subconsciously started clapping.
After all, Su Meng had also helped them escape death.
Hmm…although you were the one who caused this trouble.
Those who had watched the live broadcast knew about this, but only Hua Chenyu did not.
Hearing this number, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
I earned tens of thousands of yuan yesterday, and you guys earned two shaobings.
In the end, the entire internet is scolding me, but they're praising you?
I didn't earn a single cent today, but you guys earned 200,000.
And the audience applauded you?
Was there a need for such a double standard?
Thinking of this, he suddenly went crazy.
"Send the God of Plagues? What the hell did you do?"
"Oh," Su Meng said lightly.
"Actually, I didn't do anything. I just called on the fans to calm down and not cause trouble.”
F * ck! Hua Chenyu could not help but blurt out as some images appeared in his mind.
"You actually used the power of your fans to blackmail the organizers?”
"Why didn't I think of that…How could you do that?”
"As celebrities, we have to have the awareness of being celebrities and take up social responsibility!”
"How could you do this?!”
Everyone's gaze turned over in unison.
It was as if he was looking at a mentally retarded child.
…On
Weibo, a message suddenly went viral.
"I'm one of the people who fainted at the comic convention today.”
"Now that all of us are safe and sound, please don't worry.”
"But I have a small question.”
"The organizers have paid for the medical expenses and compensated us.”
"But why did Su Meng, that little assistant, have to go to the hospital and give me 10,000 yuan?”
"Not only me, but all of us also gave 10,000 yuan.”
"Then here comes the question. How can Su Meng's assistant be so rich that she can easily fork out 200,000 yuan?”
This news was originally drowned out in Weibo, and no one noticed it.
However, the famous cosplayer Hundred Night Future suddenly reposted this Weibo post.
There were even a few words.
"Cult Master has earned 200,000!”
As she reposted it, this post instantly became popular in the 2D circle. Then, it quickly left the circle and went straight to the trending list.
The netizens in the live broadcast room also noticed this message, and the bullet screen instantly flooded out.
"So, Su Meng earned 200,600 yuan today and spent 200,000 yuan?”
"Aiyoyo, I can't take it anymore. Is it too late for me to faint now?”
"Ahhhhhh, you guys are so lucky. You even made so much money after listening to Su Meng's live performance?”
"In the past, I've only heard of fans giving money to celebrities. Today, celebrities are actually giving money to their fans? It's rare."
"I announce that from now on, I will be Su Meng…No, from now on, I will be Sect Master Su's brainless fan and will not accept any rebuttal!”
"Sect Master Su will unify the martial world for thousands of generations!”
"Humph! Are you bullying our Su Beggar for not having any brainless fans? Sisters, pick up your pots and pans and start a war against Sect Master Su's fans!”
"Where is the Suona Army? Master Su's battle song,"The Great Funeral," rang out and sent them off!”
"Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention! Revive! President Ba's fan club!"
"
Everyone, everyone!" The executive director finally remembered his duty.
"This episode of our program has already been going on for two days. Tomorrow is the last day.”
"What plans does everyone have for tomorrow?”
He added when he saw Su Meng.
"Don't go to places with too many people!”
The few of them looked at Su Meng in unison.
Right now, Little Yueyue, Liu Tianxian, and the others had unconsciously regarded Su Meng as their backbone.
After all, following Su Meng was fun and exciting. It was much better than playing alone.
When the director saw this scene, he could not help but sigh faintly.
If I remember correctly, this episode will be split into two teams and three teams, right?
But now? Very 5 1?
Su Meng asked after thinking for a while.
"What do you guys think?"
Deng Ziqi blurted out.
"Don't ask me, as long as there's good food."”
"Just like last time, when you eat it
…" Su Meng's eyes suddenly lit up as he had an idea.
"The banquet last time was held in the city. It wasn't considered an orthodox banquet.”
"Why don't I go and have an authentic rural banquet?”
"Alright, alright!" Their eyes lit up, and they nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
Celestial Immortal Liu was stunned.
"Su Meng, how do you know where the grand banquet is?”
Su Meng chuckled and took out his phone.
"This is so new. Brother's connections are all fake.”
As he spoke, he dialed a number and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Hello? Old Wang? Let me ask you, did you take any jobs tomorrow?”
"What? No? Forget it, I'll ask Old Li again.”
"Nothing much. I'm just craving for a feast…
"
Wang Laowu hung up the phone and dialed a number without
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