Old People Like Songs for Nothing? Did he want to die with a smile?
Their conversation was clearly transmitted to the live broadcast room through the microphone on their collars.
When the netizens heard this conversation, they were dumbfounded.
"Did I hear wrongly? Were they calling the same Liu Huan?”
"This Liu Huan is fake, right? The cute Deng Ziqi couldn't even speak, but Su Meng could?”
"Who the f * ck has bad feng shui and needs the song of a dead person to bring joy? What the hell is this?”
"This Liu Huan has a problem.”
"Pfft…Hahaha…I'm dying of laughter. I think I understand now. Maybe Liu Huan is Master Su's fan?”
"Although this matter isn't reliable, it seems to be the only explanation. Congratulations to Master Su's fan club for having an additional heavyweight fan-Teacher Liu Huan!”
"Don't call it Master Su's fan club anymore. The Burial Heaven Group! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. In the future, the name of Sect Master Su's fan club will be officially named: Sun Moon Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. From now on, Su Beggar's fan club will be officially named: Beggar's Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. In the future, the name of Uncle-Master Su's fan club will be officially known as: WuTang Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. From now on, President Su Ba's fan club is officially…disbanded! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Hahahaha…I'm dying of laughter. Su Meng's not serious, so is his fan club?”
"I can understand the names of the other fan clubs, but what does Martial Uncle Su's fan club mean by Wudang Sect?”
"Didn't Uncle-Master Su always want to smash Deyun Club? Wudang = no family wealth!"
"Homophonic meme, you have to deduct money!"
"
Su Meng…"
Deng Ziqi couldn't hold it in any longer. She rushed over and grabbed Su Meng's shoulder, shaking him violently.
"Explain to me properly. What the hell is going on?”
"Why can't I bring people to record the Bai Shi song, but you can?”
Tianxian Liu and Boss Yang quickly ran over and pulled Deng Ziqi away.
However, the two pairs of big eyes were also staring at Su Meng in confusion.
This matter…was really a little strange.
When did you get to know a big shot like Teacher Liu Huan?
And their relationship seemed to be quite good?
Bah! Not bad?
Su Meng sighed and was about to explain when Little Yueyue jumped up and clapped his hands.
"I know! I know why!"
Little Yueyue looked pleased when he saw the others looking at him in confusion.
"I'm so smart. I saw the root of the problem at a glance!”
"Teacher Liu Huan is making arrangements for his funeral!”
"I want Master Su to blow him a tune after he dies
…" Su Meng's face turned green.
Little Martial Nephew, how did your brain work?
He could even think of such a plot?
If Teacher Liu Huan hears this, even your master Guo Dagang won't be able to save you!
"Little Uncle-Master, am I right?”
Little Yueyue did not know what was going on. He looked at Su Meng smugly, like a child waiting for a teacher's praise.
Su Meng knocked his head hard and said in a bad mood.
"What do you think?"
"Teacher Liu Huan still has at least three to five years to live. Is there a need to make arrangements for his funeral so early?”
Seeing that Little Yueyue was about to open his mouth again, he quickly interrupted him.
"Alright, stop guessing. I'll tell you directly.”
"Actually, the main reason is that Teacher Liu Huan feels guilty towards me
…" This time, it was Boss Yang's turn to jump.
"Su Meng, what did you say? Does Teacher Liu Huan feel guilty toward you?"
"Could it be that you're Teacher Liu Huan's illegitimate son, and you've been wandering the people for twenty years, so he feels guilty?”
F * ck!
Su Meng couldn't take it anymore and exploded.
"What's wrong with you two?”
"Can your brain be normal?”
"You guys are so indecent. Who did you learn from?”
Everyone at the scene and in the live broadcast fell silent. Then, they silently looked at Su Meng.
You're asking this question…Don't you know what's going on?
"Boss Yang was such a dignified and generous person in the past. Ever since he went to beg with you, he has become completely abnormal…mutated…"
Su Meng sighed and suddenly felt very tired.
"Alright, stop guessing.”
"The reason why Teacher Liu Huan is feeling guilty is mainly because he made me drink fake
wine…"
Countless question marks flew above the heads of countless people at the same time
...
"Brother Su, why don't you treat Boss Yang and the others better? Don't bully them all the time..."
Zhang Xiaoyan drove the car and hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.
"Oh? Xiao Yan, why do you say that?"
Su Meng raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"That…Brother Su, when Hua Chenyu attacked you just now, they were all speaking up for you.”
"And on the Internet, their fans are all on your side.”
Was that so?
Su Meng was stunned. He subconsciously opened the system interface and was shocked.
A few days ago, he bought a batch of songs, and his popularity points were only left with a few hundred thousand.
But now, it had become more than two million?
Could it be that the fans of those few people had been attracted over?
Zhang Xiaoyan was still nagging.
"Brother Su, you always bully them and even bring Boss Yang to beg. This will affect their image.”
"This time, you want them to help you record a funeral song. They are big stars, after all. This is a little
…"
Su Meng quickly interrupted her.
"Xiao Yan, haven't you noticed that the few of them have obviously become more down-to-earth recently?”
Zhang Xiaoyan thought for a moment and nodded subconsciously.
"Yes, but..."
"Isn't that settled?" Su Meng clapped his hands and said patiently.
"If you look closely, you'll notice that their fans have also increased a lot.”
"I bullied them, brought them down to earth, and fought with the fans. I was helping them!”
"So that's how it is!" Zhang Xiao Yan suddenly understood.
"I misunderstood you, Brother Su. So you've put in so much effort!”
"Brother Su, don't be polite. Continue to bully them.”
"
By the way, Brother Su, the company wants you to be the spokesperson for a sex toy. Can you help me get a set? Um…" Su
Meng, who was sitting in the back seat, subconsciously curled up in a corner and couldn't help but tremble in fear.
She was like a pitiful and helpless little sheep.
He had thought that his little assistant was a little loli. He did not expect her to be a queen.
The
car stopped steadily at the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Academy.
Su Meng jumped out like a frightened rabbit.
"Su Meng ~" The cars behind him also stopped.
Boss Yang and the others also jumped down. Seeing Su Meng's lingering fear, they quickly called out to him.
"Aren't we going to the recording studio? Why did you come to the Imperial Capital Music Academy?"
Deng Ziqi suddenly understood.
"Su Meng, you don't know where Teacher Liu Huan's recording studio is, right?”
"It's right next to the music academy. I'll lead the way.”
Su Meng waved his hand and came back to his senses.
"What? Aren't we going to record a funeral song?”
"I have the suona, but what about the sheng? Where's the gong? Where's the drum? Where's the opera? Where are the cymbals?"
"I have to find a few people to help, right?”
"They're pretty good at the Imperial Capital Music Academy.”
What? Their eyeballs almost popped out.
Where was this place? This was the Imperial Capital Music Academy! It was the highest artistic palace of the Dragon Country's music!
You're just recording a few free songs!
He actually wanted to come to the highest art hall to recruit people?
Do you want those great artists to lower their status and help you play the song?
Boss Yang quickly pulled him back.
"Su Meng, that one…I think the Wang Family's class is not bad. They're cooperating well with you.”
"Should we call them over?"
In a village in Pinghe City, the Wang family's suona class, who was working with headphones on, suddenly became spirited.
She even had more strength when she played the suona.
He forcefully blew the white work into a festive mood.
Su Meng waved his hand and said indifferently.
"They're not very good. They don't cooperate well with me.”
"What about the Li family's class? You've worked with them twice!”Liu Tianxian also tried to dispel Su Meng's thoughts.
"Li Jiaban…his cooking is a little bad.”
In another village in Pinghe City, the suona player who was playing the song "Lifting the sedan chair" lost his spirit.
A perfectly good song,"Carrying the Flower Palanquin," actually blew out the sense of déjà vu of "Carrying the Flower Coffin."
Under the influence of the aura, the bride and groom could not help but cry.
The guests were shocked. What are you doing?
You're getting married! It wasn't a shady marriage!
…
Little Yueyue was still unwilling to give up.
"Martial Uncle, there are many people in our Deyun Club who can play and sing. Their skills are also not bad.”
"These are all our own people. Why don't we pull them over?”
In Deyun Club, Zhou Jiuliang, who was composing music for the actors on stage, suddenly slowed down the rhythm of the Sanxian in his hand.
However, Zhang Yunlei, who was beating the drum, seemed to have pressed the acceleration button. The drum beat suddenly became frantic and hurried.
Then, the two of them looked at each other and sighed together.
"
Yes, yes, it's not worthy of Little Uncle-Master at all…"
Guo Qilin, who was singing on stage, was instantly dumbfounded.
This rhythm was fast and slow. It seemed contradictory, but when one savored it carefully, it was smooth and smooth.
Could it be the legendary highest realm of singing, Tai Chi?
But my dad never taught me how to sing this song.
Mom, don't be in a hurry to brew medicine for Gangzi. Let him teach me first!
Su
Meng waved his hand.
"Alright, alright, don't worry about it. Just teach me this.”
As he spoke, he walked towards the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Academy.
The few of them felt helpless and could only follow him nervously. They just waved their hands behind them without batting an eyelid.
Their assistants had been with them for many years and were all very smart.
She quickly went to the pharmacy to buy some ointment.
Speaking of which, those people were artists after all. Even if they were to fly into a rage when they heard this invitation, they shouldn't be too harsh, right?
It should be enough to buy some oil, right?
Forget it... Just in case, I'll book a bed in the Orthopedics Department of the hospital first.
They walked to the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Music Academy. The long, foldable door blocked the entrance tightly.
Deng Ziqi beamed with joy.
"Su Meng, the Imperial Capital Music Academy isn't a place that anyone can enter.”
"Even if I want to go in, I have to make an appointment in advance and find a teacher to bring me in.”
"And only I can go in alone. I can't even bring my assistant.”
"We have so many players and cameramen. The game is definitely not going to get in.”
"Let's go back. Aren't we just looking for a few accompaniment people? I'll help you settle it!"
"Yes, yes!" The others nodded in agreement.
Deng Ziqi was still the most reliable one at the critical moment!
No, this gate of the Imperial Capital Academy of Music was more reliable!
Su Meng chuckled. Before he could say anything, an old man in a security uniform suddenly jumped out from the security room on the side of the door.
His mouth was filled with passion.
"Aiyo, isn't this Teacher Su? Hello, hello!"
Who was this? The group of people was stunned.
The old man was very excited.
"Teacher Su, I'm your fan. I've heard all your songs. They're so good!”
"Especially for people like us who are older, those songs really pierced into our hearts!”
"I won't get tired of hearing it a hundred times, I really won't get tired of hearing it a hundred times!”
What? Boss Yang and the others were instantly dumbfounded.
Those songs? Those useless suona songs?
Do all old people like her so much?
Are you afraid that you won't be able to walk fast?
Or was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear it after lying down?
Su Meng smiled and said politely.
"Uncle Wang, I want to go into the school to do something, but I brought a few people with
me..." The old man interrupted him and hurried back to the security room.
"Su Meng, didn't I tell you it wouldn't work?”Deng Ziqi quickly said.
"Let's go. Don't cause trouble here…"
Before he could finish, the old security guard had already run out again with a remote control in his hand.
"Since Teacher Su wants to enter, she has to go through the main door!”
"Teacher Su, please…" As he
spoke, he pressed the remote control lightly, and the door slowly opened to both sides.
The group of people was dumbfounded.
Speaking of which, the Imperial Capital Academy of Music was the highest art hall in the music industry.
When did he become so passionate?
They didn't even need to register, let alone make an appointment?
And he even said,"Our door is always open, and we welcome the suona master to come in"?
Su Meng nodded and walked toward the door.
The group of people followed him in a daze.
Behind them, the old security guard shouted.
"Teacher Su, you can do it! He had to write more songs like that!”
"We old people love to hear it!”
"I'm so happy to hear that!"
The group of people staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Would the elderly like that kind of trivial song?
Did he sound happy?
I understand now! I finally understand!
When one was old, they just wanted to be happy. Even when they left, they had to leave happily.
They wanted to laugh in the netherworld!
A
large number of question marks suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.
"Did I hear wrongly? This old man said that he especially liked those free songs?”
"I understand now. The young people of our country have no feelings about this, but those old people are the ones who have the deepest feelings!”
"So Master Su's real target audience for this album is the elderly?”
"I finally understand why it's called 'The Road of Peace to the West'. It's to wish those old people a safe journey!”
"Humph! As the former leader of President Ba's fan club, I want to get on the leaderboard for my brother. I must get on it!”
"I must buy this free work album! I'll buy one for my grandparents. They'll definitely praise me for being filial!”
"I want to buy 100 tickets for those square dancing aunties downstairs!”
"My dad is the director of the hospital. I want to give one to every elderly person in the hospital!”
Watching
the group of people leave, the old security guard closed the door and returned to the security room.
She was still mumbling to herself.
"Spring Festival Overture, Pleasant Goat, Dance of the Golden Snake…It's so good, so good!”
"It's lively and lively. This is what we old people love the most!”
"I'm so happy to hear that!”
"I'm getting old. Isn't it just for fun?”
"Teacher Su is really amazing. She's simply the confidant of us seniors!”
"It would be even better if I could write more songs like this…" Old People Like Songs for Nothing? Did he want to die with a smile?
Their conversation was clearly transmitted to the live broadcast room through the microphone on their collars.
When the netizens heard this conversation, they were dumbfounded.
"Did I hear wrongly? Were they calling the same Liu Huan?”
"This Liu Huan is fake, right? The cute Deng Ziqi couldn't even speak, but Su Meng could?”
"Who the f * ck has bad feng shui and needs the song of a dead person to bring joy? What the hell is this?”
"This Liu Huan has a problem.”
"Pfft…Hahaha…I'm dying of laughter. I think I understand now. Maybe Liu Huan is Master Su's fan?”
"Although this matter isn't reliable, it seems to be the only explanation. Congratulations to Master Su's fan club for having an additional heavyweight fan-Teacher Liu Huan!”
"Don't call it Master Su's fan club anymore. The Burial Heaven Group! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. In the future, the name of Sect Master Su's fan club will be officially named: Sun Moon Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. From now on, Su Beggar's fan club will be officially named: Beggar's Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. In the future, the name of Uncle-Master Su's fan club will be officially known as: WuTang Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. From now on, President Su Ba's fan club is officially…disbanded! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Hahahaha…I'm dying of laughter. Su Meng's not serious, so is his fan club?”
"I can understand the names of the other fan clubs, but what does Martial Uncle Su's fan club mean by Wudang Sect?”
"Didn't Uncle-Master Su always want to smash Deyun Club? Wudang = no family wealth!"
"Homophonic meme, you have to deduct money!"
"
Su Meng…"
Deng Ziqi couldn't hold it in any longer. She rushed over and grabbed Su Meng's shoulder, shaking him violently.
"Explain to me properly. What the hell is going on?”
"Why can't I bring people to record the Bai Shi song, but you can?”
Tianxian Liu and Boss Yang quickly ran over and pulled Deng Ziqi away.
However, the two pairs of big eyes were also staring at Su Meng in confusion.
This matter…was really a little strange.
When did you get to know a big shot like Teacher Liu Huan?
And their relationship seemed to be quite good?
Bah! Not bad?
Su Meng sighed and was about to explain when Little Yueyue jumped up and clapped his hands.
"I know! I know why!"
Little Yueyue looked pleased when he saw the others looking at him in confusion.
"I'm so smart. I saw the root of the problem at a glance!”
"Teacher Liu Huan is making arrangements for his funeral!”
"I want Master Su to blow him a tune after he dies
…" Su Meng's face turned green.
Little Martial Nephew, how did your brain work?
He could even think of such a plot?
If Teacher Liu Huan hears this, even your master Guo Dagang won't be able to save you!
"Little Uncle-Master, am I right?”
Little Yueyue did not know what was going on. He looked at Su Meng smugly, like a child waiting for a teacher's praise.
Su Meng knocked his head hard and said in a bad mood.
"What do you think?"
"Teacher Liu Huan still has at least three to five years to live. Is there a need to make arrangements for his funeral so early?”
Seeing that Little Yueyue was about to open his mouth again, he quickly interrupted him.
"Alright, stop guessing. I'll tell you directly.”
"Actually, the main reason is that Teacher Liu Huan feels guilty towards me
…" This time, it was Boss Yang's turn to jump.
"Su Meng, what did you say? Does Teacher Liu Huan feel guilty toward you?"
"Could it be that you're Teacher Liu Huan's illegitimate son, and you've been wandering the people for twenty years, so he feels guilty?”
F * ck!
Su Meng couldn't take it anymore and exploded.
"What's wrong with you two?”
"Can your brain be normal?”
"You guys are so indecent. Who did you learn from?”
Everyone at the scene and in the live broadcast fell silent. Then, they silently looked at Su Meng.
You're asking this question…Don't you know what's going on?
"Boss Yang was such a dignified and generous person in the past. Ever since he went to beg with you, he has become completely abnormal…mutated…"
Su Meng sighed and suddenly felt very tired.
"Alright, stop guessing.”
"The reason why Teacher Liu Huan is feeling guilty is mainly because he made me drink fake
wine…"
Countless question marks flew above the heads of countless people at the same time
...
"Brother Su, why don't you treat Boss Yang and the others better? Don't bully them all the time..."
Zhang Xiaoyan drove the car and hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.
"Oh? Xiao Yan, why do you say that?"
Su Meng raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"That…Brother Su, when Hua Chenyu attacked you just now, they were all speaking up for you.”
"And on the Internet, their fans are all on your side.”
Was that so?
Su Meng was stunned. He subconsciously opened the system interface and was shocked.
A few days ago, he bought a batch of songs, and his popularity points were only left with a few hundred thousand.
But now, it had become more than two million?
Could it be that the fans of those few people had been attracted over?
Zhang Xiaoyan was still nagging.
"Brother Su, you always bully them and even bring Boss Yang to beg. This will affect their image.”
"This time, you want them to help you record a funeral song. They are big stars, after all. This is a little
…"
Su Meng quickly interrupted her.
"Xiao Yan, haven't you noticed that the few of them have obviously become more down-to-earth recently?”
Zhang Xiaoyan thought for a moment and nodded subconsciously.
"Yes, but..."
"Isn't that settled?" Su Meng clapped his hands and said patiently.
"If you look closely, you'll notice that their fans have also increased a lot.”
"I bullied them, brought them down to earth, and fought with the fans. I was helping them!”
"So that's how it is!" Zhang Xiao Yan suddenly understood.
"I misunderstood you, Brother Su. So you've put in so much effort!”
"Brother Su, don't be polite. Continue to bully them.”
"
By the way, Brother Su, the company wants you to be the spokesperson for a sex toy. Can you help me get a set? Um…" Su
Meng, who was sitting in the back seat, subconsciously curled up in a corner and couldn't help but tremble in fear.
She was like a pitiful and helpless little sheep.
He had thought that his little assistant was a little loli. He did not expect her to be a queen.
The
car stopped steadily at the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Academy.
Su Meng jumped out like a frightened rabbit.
"Su Meng ~" The cars behind him also stopped.
Boss Yang and the others also jumped down. Seeing Su Meng's lingering fear, they quickly called out to him.
"Aren't we going to the recording studio? Why did you come to the Imperial Capital Music Academy?"
Deng Ziqi suddenly understood.
"Su Meng, you don't know where Teacher Liu Huan's recording studio is, right?”
"It's right next to the music academy. I'll lead the way.”
Su Meng waved his hand and came back to his senses.
"What? Aren't we going to record a funeral song?”
"I have the suona, but what about the sheng? Where's the gong? Where's the drum? Where's the opera? Where are the cymbals?"
"I have to find a few people to help, right?”
"They're pretty good at the Imperial Capital Music Academy.”
What? Their eyeballs almost popped out.
Where was this place? This was the Imperial Capital Music Academy! It was the highest artistic palace of the Dragon Country's music!
You're just recording a few free songs!
He actually wanted to come to the highest art hall to recruit people?
Do you want those great artists to lower their status and help you play the song?
Boss Yang quickly pulled him back.
"Su Meng, that one…I think the Wang Family's class is not bad. They're cooperating well with you.”
"Should we call them over?"
In a village in Pinghe City, the Wang family's suona class, who was working with headphones on, suddenly became spirited.
She even had more strength when she played the suona.
He forcefully blew the white work into a festive mood.
Su Meng waved his hand and said indifferently.
"They're not very good. They don't cooperate well with me.”
"What about the Li family's class? You've worked with them twice!”Liu Tianxian also tried to dispel Su Meng's thoughts.
"Li Jiaban…his cooking is a little bad.”
In another village in Pinghe City, the suona player who was playing the song "Lifting the sedan chair" lost his spirit.
A perfectly good song,"Carrying the Flower Palanquin," actually blew out the sense of déjà vu of "Carrying the Flower Coffin."
Under the influence of the aura, the bride and groom could not help but cry.
The guests were shocked. What are you doing?
You're getting married! It wasn't a shady marriage!
…
Little Yueyue was still unwilling to give up.
"Martial Uncle, there are many people in our Deyun Club who can play and sing. Their skills are also not bad.”
"These are all our own people. Why don't we pull them over?”
In Deyun Club, Zhou Jiuliang, who was composing music for the actors on stage, suddenly slowed down the rhythm of the Sanxian in his hand.
However, Zhang Yunlei, who was beating the drum, seemed to have pressed the acceleration button. The drum beat suddenly became frantic and hurried.
Then, the two of them looked at each other and sighed together.
"
Yes, yes, it's not worthy of Little Uncle-Master at all…"
Guo Qilin, who was singing on stage, was instantly dumbfounded.
This rhythm was fast and slow. It seemed contradictory, but when one savored it carefully, it was smooth and smooth.
Could it be the legendary highest realm of singing, Tai Chi?
But my dad never taught me how to sing this song.
Mom, don't be in a hurry to brew medicine for Gangzi. Let him teach me first!
Su
Meng waved his hand.
"Alright, alright, don't worry about it. Just teach me this.”
As he spoke, he walked towards the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Academy.
The few of them felt helpless and could only follow him nervously. They just waved their hands behind them without batting an eyelid.
Their assistants had been with them for many years and were all very smart.
She quickly went to the pharmacy to buy some ointment.
Speaking of which, those people were artists after all. Even if they were to fly into a rage when they heard this invitation, they shouldn't be too harsh, right?
It should be enough to buy some oil, right?
Forget it... Just in case, I'll book a bed in the Orthopedics Department of the hospital first.
They walked to the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Music Academy. The long, foldable door blocked the entrance tightly.
Deng Ziqi beamed with joy.
"Su Meng, the Imperial Capital Music Academy isn't a place that anyone can enter.”
"Even if I want to go in, I have to make an appointment in advance and find a teacher to bring me in.”
"And only I can go in alone. I can't even bring my assistant.”
"We have so many players and cameramen. The game is definitely not going to get in.”
"Let's go back. Aren't we just looking for a few accompaniment people? I'll help you settle it!"
"Yes, yes!" The others nodded in agreement.
Deng Ziqi was still the most reliable one at the critical moment!
No, this gate of the Imperial Capital Academy of Music was more reliable!
Su Meng chuckled. Before he could say anything, an old man in a security uniform suddenly jumped out from the security room on the side of the door.
His mouth was filled with passion.
"Aiyo, isn't this Teacher Su? Hello, hello!"
Who was this? The group of people was stunned.
The old man was very excited.
"Teacher Su, I'm your fan. I've heard all your songs. They're so good!”
"Especially for people like us who are older, those songs really pierced into our hearts!”
"I won't get tired of hearing it a hundred times, I really won't get tired of hearing it a hundred times!”
What? Boss Yang and the others were instantly dumbfounded.
Those songs? Those useless suona songs?
Do all old people like her so much?
Are you afraid that you won't be able to walk fast?
Or was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear it after lying down?
Su Meng smiled and said politely.
"Uncle Wang, I want to go into the school to do something, but I brought a few people with
me..." The old man interrupted him and hurried back to the security room.
"Su Meng, didn't I tell you it wouldn't work?”Deng Ziqi quickly said.
"Let's go. Don't cause trouble here…"
Before he could finish, the old security guard had already run out again with a remote control in his hand.
"Since Teacher Su wants to enter, she has to go through the main door!”
"Teacher Su, please…" As he
spoke, he pressed the remote control lightly, and the door slowly opened to both sides.
The group of people was dumbfounded.
Speaking of which, the Imperial Capital Academy of Music was the highest art hall in the music industry.
When did he become so passionate?
They didn't even need to register, let alone make an appointment?
And he even said,"Our door is always open, and we welcome the suona master to come in"?
Su Meng nodded and walked toward the door.
The group of people followed him in a daze.
Behind them, the old security guard shouted.
"Teacher Su, you can do it! He had to write more songs like that!”
"We old people love to hear it!”
"I'm so happy to hear that!"
The group of people staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Would the elderly like that kind of trivial song?
Did he sound happy?
I understand now! I finally understand!
When one was old, they just wanted to be happy. Even when they left, they had to leave happily.
They wanted to laugh in the netherworld!
A
large number of question marks suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.
"Did I hear wrongly? This old man said that he especially liked those free songs?”
"I understand now. The young people of our country have no feelings about this, but those old people are the ones who have the deepest feelings!”
"So Master Su's real target audience for this album is the elderly?”
"I finally understand why it's called 'The Road of Peace to the West'. It's to wish those old people a safe journey!”
"Humph! As the former leader of President Ba's fan club, I want to get on the leaderboard for my brother. I must get on it!”
"I must buy this free work album! I'll buy one for my grandparents. They'll definitely praise me for being filial!”
"I want to buy 100 tickets for those square dancing aunties downstairs!”
"My dad is the director of the hospital. I want to give one to every elderly person in the hospital!”
Watching
the group of people leave, the old security guard closed the door and returned to the security room.
She was still mumbling to herself.
"Spring Festival Overture, Pleasant Goat, Dance of the Golden Snake…It's so good, so good!”
"It's lively and lively. This is what we old people love the most!”
"I'm so happy to hear that!”
"I'm getting old. Isn't it just for fun?”
"Teacher Su is really amazing. She's simply the confidant of us seniors!”
"It would be even better if I could write more songs like this…" Old People Like Songs for Nothing? Did he want to die with a smile?
Their conversation was clearly transmitted to the live broadcast room through the microphone on their collars.
When the netizens heard this conversation, they were dumbfounded.
"Did I hear wrongly? Were they calling the same Liu Huan?”
"This Liu Huan is fake, right? The cute Deng Ziqi couldn't even speak, but Su Meng could?”
"Who the f * ck has bad feng shui and needs the song of a dead person to bring joy? What the hell is this?”
"This Liu Huan has a problem.”
"Pfft…Hahaha…I'm dying of laughter. I think I understand now. Maybe Liu Huan is Master Su's fan?”
"Although this matter isn't reliable, it seems to be the only explanation. Congratulations to Master Su's fan club for having an additional heavyweight fan-Teacher Liu Huan!”
"Don't call it Master Su's fan club anymore. The Burial Heaven Group! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. In the future, the name of Sect Master Su's fan club will be officially named: Sun Moon Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. From now on, Su Beggar's fan club will be officially named: Beggar's Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. In the future, the name of Uncle-Master Su's fan club will be officially known as: WuTang Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. From now on, President Su Ba's fan club is officially…disbanded! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Hahahaha…I'm dying of laughter. Su Meng's not serious, so is his fan club?”
"I can understand the names of the other fan clubs, but what does Martial Uncle Su's fan club mean by Wudang Sect?”
"Didn't Uncle-Master Su always want to smash Deyun Club? Wudang = no family wealth!"
"Homophonic meme, you have to deduct money!"
"
Su Meng…"
Deng Ziqi couldn't hold it in any longer. She rushed over and grabbed Su Meng's shoulder, shaking him violently.
"Explain to me properly. What the hell is going on?”
"Why can't I bring people to record the Bai Shi song, but you can?”
Tianxian Liu and Boss Yang quickly ran over and pulled Deng Ziqi away.
However, the two pairs of big eyes were also staring at Su Meng in confusion.
This matter…was really a little strange.
When did you get to know a big shot like Teacher Liu Huan?
And their relationship seemed to be quite good?
Bah! Not bad?
Su Meng sighed and was about to explain when Little Yueyue jumped up and clapped his hands.
"I know! I know why!"
Little Yueyue looked pleased when he saw the others looking at him in confusion.
"I'm so smart. I saw the root of the problem at a glance!”
"Teacher Liu Huan is making arrangements for his funeral!”
"I want Master Su to blow him a tune after he dies
…" Su Meng's face turned green.
Little Martial Nephew, how did your brain work?
He could even think of such a plot?
If Teacher Liu Huan hears this, even your master Guo Dagang won't be able to save you!
"Little Uncle-Master, am I right?”
Little Yueyue did not know what was going on. He looked at Su Meng smugly, like a child waiting for a teacher's praise.
Su Meng knocked his head hard and said in a bad mood.
"What do you think?"
"Teacher Liu Huan still has at least three to five years to live. Is there a need to make arrangements for his funeral so early?”
Seeing that Little Yueyue was about to open his mouth again, he quickly interrupted him.
"Alright, stop guessing. I'll tell you directly.”
"Actually, the main reason is that Teacher Liu Huan feels guilty towards me
…" This time, it was Boss Yang's turn to jump.
"Su Meng, what did you say? Does Teacher Liu Huan feel guilty toward you?"
"Could it be that you're Teacher Liu Huan's illegitimate son, and you've been wandering the people for twenty years, so he feels guilty?”
F * ck!
Su Meng couldn't take it anymore and exploded.
"What's wrong with you two?”
"Can your brain be normal?”
"You guys are so indecent. Who did you learn from?”
Everyone at the scene and in the live broadcast fell silent. Then, they silently looked at Su Meng.
You're asking this question…Don't you know what's going on?
"Boss Yang was such a dignified and generous person in the past. Ever since he went to beg with you, he has become completely abnormal…mutated…"
Su Meng sighed and suddenly felt very tired.
"Alright, stop guessing.”
"The reason why Teacher Liu Huan is feeling guilty is mainly because he made me drink fake
wine…"
Countless question marks flew above the heads of countless people at the same time
...
"Brother Su, why don't you treat Boss Yang and the others better? Don't bully them all the time..."
Zhang Xiaoyan drove the car and hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.
"Oh? Xiao Yan, why do you say that?"
Su Meng raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"That…Brother Su, when Hua Chenyu attacked you just now, they were all speaking up for you.”
"And on the Internet, their fans are all on your side.”
Was that so?
Su Meng was stunned. He subconsciously opened the system interface and was shocked.
A few days ago, he bought a batch of songs, and his popularity points were only left with a few hundred thousand.
But now, it had become more than two million?
Could it be that the fans of those few people had been attracted over?
Zhang Xiaoyan was still nagging.
"Brother Su, you always bully them and even bring Boss Yang to beg. This will affect their image.”
"This time, you want them to help you record a funeral song. They are big stars, after all. This is a little
…"
Su Meng quickly interrupted her.
"Xiao Yan, haven't you noticed that the few of them have obviously become more down-to-earth recently?”
Zhang Xiaoyan thought for a moment and nodded subconsciously.
"Yes, but..."
"Isn't that settled?" Su Meng clapped his hands and said patiently.
"If you look closely, you'll notice that their fans have also increased a lot.”
"I bullied them, brought them down to earth, and fought with the fans. I was helping them!”
"So that's how it is!" Zhang Xiao Yan suddenly understood.
"I misunderstood you, Brother Su. So you've put in so much effort!”
"Brother Su, don't be polite. Continue to bully them.”
"
By the way, Brother Su, the company wants you to be the spokesperson for a sex toy. Can you help me get a set? Um…" Su
Meng, who was sitting in the back seat, subconsciously curled up in a corner and couldn't help but tremble in fear.
She was like a pitiful and helpless little sheep.
He had thought that his little assistant was a little loli. He did not expect her to be a queen.
The
car stopped steadily at the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Academy.
Su Meng jumped out like a frightened rabbit.
"Su Meng ~" The cars behind him also stopped.
Boss Yang and the others also jumped down. Seeing Su Meng's lingering fear, they quickly called out to him.
"Aren't we going to the recording studio? Why did you come to the Imperial Capital Music Academy?"
Deng Ziqi suddenly understood.
"Su Meng, you don't know where Teacher Liu Huan's recording studio is, right?”
"It's right next to the music academy. I'll lead the way.”
Su Meng waved his hand and came back to his senses.
"What? Aren't we going to record a funeral song?”
"I have the suona, but what about the sheng? Where's the gong? Where's the drum? Where's the opera? Where are the cymbals?"
"I have to find a few people to help, right?”
"They're pretty good at the Imperial Capital Music Academy.”
What? Their eyeballs almost popped out.
Where was this place? This was the Imperial Capital Music Academy! It was the highest artistic palace of the Dragon Country's music!
You're just recording a few free songs!
He actually wanted to come to the highest art hall to recruit people?
Do you want those great artists to lower their status and help you play the song?
Boss Yang quickly pulled him back.
"Su Meng, that one…I think the Wang Family's class is not bad. They're cooperating well with you.”
"Should we call them over?"
In a village in Pinghe City, the Wang family's suona class, who was working with headphones on, suddenly became spirited.
She even had more strength when she played the suona.
He forcefully blew the white work into a festive mood.
Su Meng waved his hand and said indifferently.
"They're not very good. They don't cooperate well with me.”
"What about the Li family's class? You've worked with them twice!”Liu Tianxian also tried to dispel Su Meng's thoughts.
"Li Jiaban…his cooking is a little bad.”
In another village in Pinghe City, the suona player who was playing the song "Lifting the sedan chair" lost his spirit.
A perfectly good song,"Carrying the Flower Palanquin," actually blew out the sense of déjà vu of "Carrying the Flower Coffin."
Under the influence of the aura, the bride and groom could not help but cry.
The guests were shocked. What are you doing?
You're getting married! It wasn't a shady marriage!
…
Little Yueyue was still unwilling to give up.
"Martial Uncle, there are many people in our Deyun Club who can play and sing. Their skills are also not bad.”
"These are all our own people. Why don't we pull them over?”
In Deyun Club, Zhou Jiuliang, who was composing music for the actors on stage, suddenly slowed down the rhythm of the Sanxian in his hand.
However, Zhang Yunlei, who was beating the drum, seemed to have pressed the acceleration button. The drum beat suddenly became frantic and hurried.
Then, the two of them looked at each other and sighed together.
"
Yes, yes, it's not worthy of Little Uncle-Master at all…"
Guo Qilin, who was singing on stage, was instantly dumbfounded.
This rhythm was fast and slow. It seemed contradictory, but when one savored it carefully, it was smooth and smooth.
Could it be the legendary highest realm of singing, Tai Chi?
But my dad never taught me how to sing this song.
Mom, don't be in a hurry to brew medicine for Gangzi. Let him teach me first!
Su
Meng waved his hand.
"Alright, alright, don't worry about it. Just teach me this.”
As he spoke, he walked towards the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Academy.
The few of them felt helpless and could only follow him nervously. They just waved their hands behind them without batting an eyelid.
Their assistants had been with them for many years and were all very smart.
She quickly went to the pharmacy to buy some ointment.
Speaking of which, those people were artists after all. Even if they were to fly into a rage when they heard this invitation, they shouldn't be too harsh, right?
It should be enough to buy some oil, right?
Forget it... Just in case, I'll book a bed in the Orthopedics Department of the hospital first.
They walked to the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Music Academy. The long, foldable door blocked the entrance tightly.
Deng Ziqi beamed with joy.
"Su Meng, the Imperial Capital Music Academy isn't a place that anyone can enter.”
"Even if I want to go in, I have to make an appointment in advance and find a teacher to bring me in.”
"And only I can go in alone. I can't even bring my assistant.”
"We have so many players and cameramen. The game is definitely not going to get in.”
"Let's go back. Aren't we just looking for a few accompaniment people? I'll help you settle it!"
"Yes, yes!" The others nodded in agreement.
Deng Ziqi was still the most reliable one at the critical moment!
No, this gate of the Imperial Capital Academy of Music was more reliable!
Su Meng chuckled. Before he could say anything, an old man in a security uniform suddenly jumped out from the security room on the side of the door.
His mouth was filled with passion.
"Aiyo, isn't this Teacher Su? Hello, hello!"
Who was this? The group of people was stunned.
The old man was very excited.
"Teacher Su, I'm your fan. I've heard all your songs. They're so good!”
"Especially for people like us who are older, those songs really pierced into our hearts!”
"I won't get tired of hearing it a hundred times, I really won't get tired of hearing it a hundred times!”
What? Boss Yang and the others were instantly dumbfounded.
Those songs? Those useless suona songs?
Do all old people like her so much?
Are you afraid that you won't be able to walk fast?
Or was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear it after lying down?
Su Meng smiled and said politely.
"Uncle Wang, I want to go into the school to do something, but I brought a few people with
me..." The old man interrupted him and hurried back to the security room.
"Su Meng, didn't I tell you it wouldn't work?”Deng Ziqi quickly said.
"Let's go. Don't cause trouble here…"
Before he could finish, the old security guard had already run out again with a remote control in his hand.
"Since Teacher Su wants to enter, she has to go through the main door!”
"Teacher Su, please…" As he
spoke, he pressed the remote control lightly, and the door slowly opened to both sides.
The group of people was dumbfounded.
Speaking of which, the Imperial Capital Academy of Music was the highest art hall in the music industry.
When did he become so passionate?
They didn't even need to register, let alone make an appointment?
And he even said,"Our door is always open, and we welcome the suona master to come in"?
Su Meng nodded and walked toward the door.
The group of people followed him in a daze.
Behind them, the old security guard shouted.
"Teacher Su, you can do it! He had to write more songs like that!”
"We old people love to hear it!”
"I'm so happy to hear that!"
The group of people staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Would the elderly like that kind of trivial song?
Did he sound happy?
I understand now! I finally understand!
When one was old, they just wanted to be happy. Even when they left, they had to leave happily.
They wanted to laugh in the netherworld!
A
large number of question marks suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.
"Did I hear wrongly? This old man said that he especially liked those free songs?”
"I understand now. The young people of our country have no feelings about this, but those old people are the ones who have the deepest feelings!”
"So Master Su's real target audience for this album is the elderly?”
"I finally understand why it's called 'The Road of Peace to the West'. It's to wish those old people a safe journey!”
"Humph! As the former leader of President Ba's fan club, I want to get on the leaderboard for my brother. I must get on it!”
"I must buy this free work album! I'll buy one for my grandparents. They'll definitely praise me for being filial!”
"I want to buy 100 tickets for those square dancing aunties downstairs!”
"My dad is the director of the hospital. I want to give one to every elderly person in the hospital!”
Watching
the group of people leave, the old security guard closed the door and returned to the security room.
She was still mumbling to herself.
"Spring Festival Overture, Pleasant Goat, Dance of the Golden Snake…It's so good, so good!”
"It's lively and lively. This is what we old people love the most!”
"I'm so happy to hear that!”
"I'm getting old. Isn't it just for fun?”
"Teacher Su is really amazing. She's simply the confidant of us seniors!”
"It would be even better if I could write more songs like this…" Old People Like Songs for Nothing? Did he want to die with a smile?
Their conversation was clearly transmitted to the live broadcast room through the microphone on their collars.
When the netizens heard this conversation, they were dumbfounded.
"Did I hear wrongly? Were they calling the same Liu Huan?”
"This Liu Huan is fake, right? The cute Deng Ziqi couldn't even speak, but Su Meng could?”
"Who the f * ck has bad feng shui and needs the song of a dead person to bring joy? What the hell is this?”
"This Liu Huan has a problem.”
"Pfft…Hahaha…I'm dying of laughter. I think I understand now. Maybe Liu Huan is Master Su's fan?”
"Although this matter isn't reliable, it seems to be the only explanation. Congratulations to Master Su's fan club for having an additional heavyweight fan-Teacher Liu Huan!”
"Don't call it Master Su's fan club anymore. The Burial Heaven Group! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. In the future, the name of Sect Master Su's fan club will be officially named: Sun Moon Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. From now on, Su Beggar's fan club will be officially named: Beggar's Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. In the future, the name of Uncle-Master Su's fan club will be officially known as: WuTang Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. From now on, President Su Ba's fan club is officially…disbanded! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Hahahaha…I'm dying of laughter. Su Meng's not serious, so is his fan club?”
"I can understand the names of the other fan clubs, but what does Martial Uncle Su's fan club mean by Wudang Sect?”
"Didn't Uncle-Master Su always want to smash Deyun Club? Wudang = no family wealth!"
"Homophonic meme, you have to deduct money!"
"
Su Meng…"
Deng Ziqi couldn't hold it in any longer. She rushed over and grabbed Su Meng's shoulder, shaking him violently.
"Explain to me properly. What the hell is going on?”
"Why can't I bring people to record the Bai Shi song, but you can?”
Tianxian Liu and Boss Yang quickly ran over and pulled Deng Ziqi away.
However, the two pairs of big eyes were also staring at Su Meng in confusion.
This matter…was really a little strange.
When did you get to know a big shot like Teacher Liu Huan?
And their relationship seemed to be quite good?
Bah! Not bad?
Su Meng sighed and was about to explain when Little Yueyue jumped up and clapped his hands.
"I know! I know why!"
Little Yueyue looked pleased when he saw the others looking at him in confusion.
"I'm so smart. I saw the root of the problem at a glance!”
"Teacher Liu Huan is making arrangements for his funeral!”
"I want Master Su to blow him a tune after he dies
…" Su Meng's face turned green.
Little Martial Nephew, how did your brain work?
He could even think of such a plot?
If Teacher Liu Huan hears this, even your master Guo Dagang won't be able to save you!
"Little Uncle-Master, am I right?”
Little Yueyue did not know what was going on. He looked at Su Meng smugly, like a child waiting for a teacher's praise.
Su Meng knocked his head hard and said in a bad mood.
"What do you think?"
"Teacher Liu Huan still has at least three to five years to live. Is there a need to make arrangements for his funeral so early?”
Seeing that Little Yueyue was about to open his mouth again, he quickly interrupted him.
"Alright, stop guessing. I'll tell you directly.”
"Actually, the main reason is that Teacher Liu Huan feels guilty towards me
…" This time, it was Boss Yang's turn to jump.
"Su Meng, what did you say? Does Teacher Liu Huan feel guilty toward you?"
"Could it be that you're Teacher Liu Huan's illegitimate son, and you've been wandering the people for twenty years, so he feels guilty?”
F * ck!
Su Meng couldn't take it anymore and exploded.
"What's wrong with you two?”
"Can your brain be normal?”
"You guys are so indecent. Who did you learn from?”
Everyone at the scene and in the live broadcast fell silent. Then, they silently looked at Su Meng.
You're asking this question…Don't you know what's going on?
"Boss Yang was such a dignified and generous person in the past. Ever since he went to beg with you, he has become completely abnormal…mutated…"
Su Meng sighed and suddenly felt very tired.
"Alright, stop guessing.”
"The reason why Teacher Liu Huan is feeling guilty is mainly because he made me drink fake
wine…"
Countless question marks flew above the heads of countless people at the same time
...
"Brother Su, why don't you treat Boss Yang and the others better? Don't bully them all the time..."
Zhang Xiaoyan drove the car and hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.
"Oh? Xiao Yan, why do you say that?"
Su Meng raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"That…Brother Su, when Hua Chenyu attacked you just now, they were all speaking up for you.”
"And on the Internet, their fans are all on your side.”
Was that so?
Su Meng was stunned. He subconsciously opened the system interface and was shocked.
A few days ago, he bought a batch of songs, and his popularity points were only left with a few hundred thousand.
But now, it had become more than two million?
Could it be that the fans of those few people had been attracted over?
Zhang Xiaoyan was still nagging.
"Brother Su, you always bully them and even bring Boss Yang to beg. This will affect their image.”
"This time, you want them to help you record a funeral song. They are big stars, after all. This is a little
…"
Su Meng quickly interrupted her.
"Xiao Yan, haven't you noticed that the few of them have obviously become more down-to-earth recently?”
Zhang Xiaoyan thought for a moment and nodded subconsciously.
"Yes, but..."
"Isn't that settled?" Su Meng clapped his hands and said patiently.
"If you look closely, you'll notice that their fans have also increased a lot.”
"I bullied them, brought them down to earth, and fought with the fans. I was helping them!”
"So that's how it is!" Zhang Xiao Yan suddenly understood.
"I misunderstood you, Brother Su. So you've put in so much effort!”
"Brother Su, don't be polite. Continue to bully them.”
"
By the way, Brother Su, the company wants you to be the spokesperson for a sex toy. Can you help me get a set? Um…" Su
Meng, who was sitting in the back seat, subconsciously curled up in a corner and couldn't help but tremble in fear.
She was like a pitiful and helpless little sheep.
He had thought that his little assistant was a little loli. He did not expect her to be a queen.
The
car stopped steadily at the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Academy.
Su Meng jumped out like a frightened rabbit.
"Su Meng ~" The cars behind him also stopped.
Boss Yang and the others also jumped down. Seeing Su Meng's lingering fear, they quickly called out to him.
"Aren't we going to the recording studio? Why did you come to the Imperial Capital Music Academy?"
Deng Ziqi suddenly understood.
"Su Meng, you don't know where Teacher Liu Huan's recording studio is, right?”
"It's right next to the music academy. I'll lead the way.”
Su Meng waved his hand and came back to his senses.
"What? Aren't we going to record a funeral song?”
"I have the suona, but what about the sheng? Where's the gong? Where's the drum? Where's the opera? Where are the cymbals?"
"I have to find a few people to help, right?”
"They're pretty good at the Imperial Capital Music Academy.”
What? Their eyeballs almost popped out.
Where was this place? This was the Imperial Capital Music Academy! It was the highest artistic palace of the Dragon Country's music!
You're just recording a few free songs!
He actually wanted to come to the highest art hall to recruit people?
Do you want those great artists to lower their status and help you play the song?
Boss Yang quickly pulled him back.
"Su Meng, that one…I think the Wang Family's class is not bad. They're cooperating well with you.”
"Should we call them over?"
In a village in Pinghe City, the Wang family's suona class, who was working with headphones on, suddenly became spirited.
She even had more strength when she played the suona.
He forcefully blew the white work into a festive mood.
Su Meng waved his hand and said indifferently.
"They're not very good. They don't cooperate well with me.”
"What about the Li family's class? You've worked with them twice!”Liu Tianxian also tried to dispel Su Meng's thoughts.
"Li Jiaban…his cooking is a little bad.”
In another village in Pinghe City, the suona player who was playing the song "Lifting the sedan chair" lost his spirit.
A perfectly good song,"Carrying the Flower Palanquin," actually blew out the sense of déjà vu of "Carrying the Flower Coffin."
Under the influence of the aura, the bride and groom could not help but cry.
The guests were shocked. What are you doing?
You're getting married! It wasn't a shady marriage!
…
Little Yueyue was still unwilling to give up.
"Martial Uncle, there are many people in our Deyun Club who can play and sing. Their skills are also not bad.”
"These are all our own people. Why don't we pull them over?”
In Deyun Club, Zhou Jiuliang, who was composing music for the actors on stage, suddenly slowed down the rhythm of the Sanxian in his hand.
However, Zhang Yunlei, who was beating the drum, seemed to have pressed the acceleration button. The drum beat suddenly became frantic and hurried.
Then, the two of them looked at each other and sighed together.
"
Yes, yes, it's not worthy of Little Uncle-Master at all…"
Guo Qilin, who was singing on stage, was instantly dumbfounded.
This rhythm was fast and slow. It seemed contradictory, but when one savored it carefully, it was smooth and smooth.
Could it be the legendary highest realm of singing, Tai Chi?
But my dad never taught me how to sing this song.
Mom, don't be in a hurry to brew medicine for Gangzi. Let him teach me first!
Su
Meng waved his hand.
"Alright, alright, don't worry about it. Just teach me this.”
As he spoke, he walked towards the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Academy.
The few of them felt helpless and could only follow him nervously. They just waved their hands behind them without batting an eyelid.
Their assistants had been with them for many years and were all very smart.
She quickly went to the pharmacy to buy some ointment.
Speaking of which, those people were artists after all. Even if they were to fly into a rage when they heard this invitation, they shouldn't be too harsh, right?
It should be enough to buy some oil, right?
Forget it... Just in case, I'll book a bed in the Orthopedics Department of the hospital first.
They walked to the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Music Academy. The long, foldable door blocked the entrance tightly.
Deng Ziqi beamed with joy.
"Su Meng, the Imperial Capital Music Academy isn't a place that anyone can enter.”
"Even if I want to go in, I have to make an appointment in advance and find a teacher to bring me in.”
"And only I can go in alone. I can't even bring my assistant.”
"We have so many players and cameramen. The game is definitely not going to get in.”
"Let's go back. Aren't we just looking for a few accompaniment people? I'll help you settle it!"
"Yes, yes!" The others nodded in agreement.
Deng Ziqi was still the most reliable one at the critical moment!
No, this gate of the Imperial Capital Academy of Music was more reliable!
Su Meng chuckled. Before he could say anything, an old man in a security uniform suddenly jumped out from the security room on the side of the door.
His mouth was filled with passion.
"Aiyo, isn't this Teacher Su? Hello, hello!"
Who was this? The group of people was stunned.
The old man was very excited.
"Teacher Su, I'm your fan. I've heard all your songs. They're so good!”
"Especially for people like us who are older, those songs really pierced into our hearts!”
"I won't get tired of hearing it a hundred times, I really won't get tired of hearing it a hundred times!”
What? Boss Yang and the others were instantly dumbfounded.
Those songs? Those useless suona songs?
Do all old people like her so much?
Are you afraid that you won't be able to walk fast?
Or was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear it after lying down?
Su Meng smiled and said politely.
"Uncle Wang, I want to go into the school to do something, but I brought a few people with
me..." The old man interrupted him and hurried back to the security room.
"Su Meng, didn't I tell you it wouldn't work?”Deng Ziqi quickly said.
"Let's go. Don't cause trouble here…"
Before he could finish, the old security guard had already run out again with a remote control in his hand.
"Since Teacher Su wants to enter, she has to go through the main door!”
"Teacher Su, please…" As he
spoke, he pressed the remote control lightly, and the door slowly opened to both sides.
The group of people was dumbfounded.
Speaking of which, the Imperial Capital Academy of Music was the highest art hall in the music industry.
When did he become so passionate?
They didn't even need to register, let alone make an appointment?
And he even said,"Our door is always open, and we welcome the suona master to come in"?
Su Meng nodded and walked toward the door.
The group of people followed him in a daze.
Behind them, the old security guard shouted.
"Teacher Su, you can do it! He had to write more songs like that!”
"We old people love to hear it!”
"I'm so happy to hear that!"
The group of people staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Would the elderly like that kind of trivial song?
Did he sound happy?
I understand now! I finally understand!
When one was old, they just wanted to be happy. Even when they left, they had to leave happily.
They wanted to laugh in the netherworld!
A
large number of question marks suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.
"Did I hear wrongly? This old man said that he especially liked those free songs?”
"I understand now. The young people of our country have no feelings about this, but those old people are the ones who have the deepest feelings!”
"So Master Su's real target audience for this album is the elderly?”
"I finally understand why it's called 'The Road of Peace to the West'. It's to wish those old people a safe journey!”
"Humph! As the former leader of President Ba's fan club, I want to get on the leaderboard for my brother. I must get on it!”
"I must buy this free work album! I'll buy one for my grandparents. They'll definitely praise me for being filial!”
"I want to buy 100 tickets for those square dancing aunties downstairs!”
"My dad is the director of the hospital. I want to give one to every elderly person in the hospital!”
Watching
the group of people leave, the old security guard closed the door and returned to the security room.
She was still mumbling to herself.
"Spring Festival Overture, Pleasant Goat, Dance of the Golden Snake…It's so good, so good!”
"It's lively and lively. This is what we old people love the most!”
"I'm so happy to hear that!”
"I'm getting old. Isn't it just for fun?”
"Teacher Su is really amazing. She's simply the confidant of us seniors!”
"It would be even better if I could write more songs like this…" Old People Like Songs for Nothing? Did he want to die with a smile?
Their conversation was clearly transmitted to the live broadcast room through the microphone on their collars.
When the netizens heard this conversation, they were dumbfounded.
"Did I hear wrongly? Were they calling the same Liu Huan?”
"This Liu Huan is fake, right? The cute Deng Ziqi couldn't even speak, but Su Meng could?”
"Who the f * ck has bad feng shui and needs the song of a dead person to bring joy? What the hell is this?”
"This Liu Huan has a problem.”
"Pfft…Hahaha…I'm dying of laughter. I think I understand now. Maybe Liu Huan is Master Su's fan?”
"Although this matter isn't reliable, it seems to be the only explanation. Congratulations to Master Su's fan club for having an additional heavyweight fan-Teacher Liu Huan!”
"Don't call it Master Su's fan club anymore. The Burial Heaven Group! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. In the future, the name of Sect Master Su's fan club will be officially named: Sun Moon Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. From now on, Su Beggar's fan club will be officially named: Beggar's Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. In the future, the name of Uncle-Master Su's fan club will be officially known as: WuTang Sect! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Official notice. From now on, President Su Ba's fan club is officially…disbanded! Please know all about it! Thank you!"
"Hahahaha…I'm dying of laughter. Su Meng's not serious, so is his fan club?”
"I can understand the names of the other fan clubs, but what does Martial Uncle Su's fan club mean by Wudang Sect?”
"Didn't Uncle-Master Su always want to smash Deyun Club? Wudang = no family wealth!"
"Homophonic meme, you have to deduct money!"
"
Su Meng…"
Deng Ziqi couldn't hold it in any longer. She rushed over and grabbed Su Meng's shoulder, shaking him violently.
"Explain to me properly. What the hell is going on?”
"Why can't I bring people to record the Bai Shi song, but you can?”
Tianxian Liu and Boss Yang quickly ran over and pulled Deng Ziqi away.
However, the two pairs of big eyes were also staring at Su Meng in confusion.
This matter…was really a little strange.
When did you get to know a big shot like Teacher Liu Huan?
And their relationship seemed to be quite good?
Bah! Not bad?
Su Meng sighed and was about to explain when Little Yueyue jumped up and clapped his hands.
"I know! I know why!"
Little Yueyue looked pleased when he saw the others looking at him in confusion.
"I'm so smart. I saw the root of the problem at a glance!”
"Teacher Liu Huan is making arrangements for his funeral!”
"I want Master Su to blow him a tune after he dies
…" Su Meng's face turned green.
Little Martial Nephew, how did your brain work?
He could even think of such a plot?
If Teacher Liu Huan hears this, even your master Guo Dagang won't be able to save you!
"Little Uncle-Master, am I right?”
Little Yueyue did not know what was going on. He looked at Su Meng smugly, like a child waiting for a teacher's praise.
Su Meng knocked his head hard and said in a bad mood.
"What do you think?"
"Teacher Liu Huan still has at least three to five years to live. Is there a need to make arrangements for his funeral so early?”
Seeing that Little Yueyue was about to open his mouth again, he quickly interrupted him.
"Alright, stop guessing. I'll tell you directly.”
"Actually, the main reason is that Teacher Liu Huan feels guilty towards me
…" This time, it was Boss Yang's turn to jump.
"Su Meng, what did you say? Does Teacher Liu Huan feel guilty toward you?"
"Could it be that you're Teacher Liu Huan's illegitimate son, and you've been wandering the people for twenty years, so he feels guilty?”
F * ck!
Su Meng couldn't take it anymore and exploded.
"What's wrong with you two?”
"Can your brain be normal?”
"You guys are so indecent. Who did you learn from?”
Everyone at the scene and in the live broadcast fell silent. Then, they silently looked at Su Meng.
You're asking this question…Don't you know what's going on?
"Boss Yang was such a dignified and generous person in the past. Ever since he went to beg with you, he has become completely abnormal…mutated…"
Su Meng sighed and suddenly felt very tired.
"Alright, stop guessing.”
"The reason why Teacher Liu Huan is feeling guilty is mainly because he made me drink fake
wine…"
Countless question marks flew above the heads of countless people at the same time
...
"Brother Su, why don't you treat Boss Yang and the others better? Don't bully them all the time..."
Zhang Xiaoyan drove the car and hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.
"Oh? Xiao Yan, why do you say that?"
Su Meng raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"That…Brother Su, when Hua Chenyu attacked you just now, they were all speaking up for you.”
"And on the Internet, their fans are all on your side.”
Was that so?
Su Meng was stunned. He subconsciously opened the system interface and was shocked.
A few days ago, he bought a batch of songs, and his popularity points were only left with a few hundred thousand.
But now, it had become more than two million?
Could it be that the fans of those few people had been attracted over?
Zhang Xiaoyan was still nagging.
"Brother Su, you always bully them and even bring Boss Yang to beg. This will affect their image.”
"This time, you want them to help you record a funeral song. They are big stars, after all. This is a little
…"
Su Meng quickly interrupted her.
"Xiao Yan, haven't you noticed that the few of them have obviously become more down-to-earth recently?”
Zhang Xiaoyan thought for a moment and nodded subconsciously.
"Yes, but..."
"Isn't that settled?" Su Meng clapped his hands and said patiently.
"If you look closely, you'll notice that their fans have also increased a lot.”
"I bullied them, brought them down to earth, and fought with the fans. I was helping them!”
"So that's how it is!" Zhang Xiao Yan suddenly understood.
"I misunderstood you, Brother Su. So you've put in so much effort!”
"Brother Su, don't be polite. Continue to bully them.”
"
By the way, Brother Su, the company wants you to be the spokesperson for a sex toy. Can you help me get a set? Um…" Su
Meng, who was sitting in the back seat, subconsciously curled up in a corner and couldn't help but tremble in fear.
She was like a pitiful and helpless little sheep.
He had thought that his little assistant was a little loli. He did not expect her to be a queen.
The
car stopped steadily at the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Academy.
Su Meng jumped out like a frightened rabbit.
"Su Meng ~" The cars behind him also stopped.
Boss Yang and the others also jumped down. Seeing Su Meng's lingering fear, they quickly called out to him.
"Aren't we going to the recording studio? Why did you come to the Imperial Capital Music Academy?"
Deng Ziqi suddenly understood.
"Su Meng, you don't know where Teacher Liu Huan's recording studio is, right?”
"It's right next to the music academy. I'll lead the way.”
Su Meng waved his hand and came back to his senses.
"What? Aren't we going to record a funeral song?”
"I have the suona, but what about the sheng? Where's the gong? Where's the drum? Where's the opera? Where are the cymbals?"
"I have to find a few people to help, right?”
"They're pretty good at the Imperial Capital Music Academy.”
What? Their eyeballs almost popped out.
Where was this place? This was the Imperial Capital Music Academy! It was the highest artistic palace of the Dragon Country's music!
You're just recording a few free songs!
He actually wanted to come to the highest art hall to recruit people?
Do you want those great artists to lower their status and help you play the song?
Boss Yang quickly pulled him back.
"Su Meng, that one…I think the Wang Family's class is not bad. They're cooperating well with you.”
"Should we call them over?"
In a village in Pinghe City, the Wang family's suona class, who was working with headphones on, suddenly became spirited.
She even had more strength when she played the suona.
He forcefully blew the white work into a festive mood.
Su Meng waved his hand and said indifferently.
"They're not very good. They don't cooperate well with me.”
"What about the Li family's class? You've worked with them twice!”Liu Tianxian also tried to dispel Su Meng's thoughts.
"Li Jiaban…his cooking is a little bad.”
In another village in Pinghe City, the suona player who was playing the song "Lifting the sedan chair" lost his spirit.
A perfectly good song,"Carrying the Flower Palanquin," actually blew out the sense of déjà vu of "Carrying the Flower Coffin."
Under the influence of the aura, the bride and groom could not help but cry.
The guests were shocked. What are you doing?
You're getting married! It wasn't a shady marriage!
…
Little Yueyue was still unwilling to give up.
"Martial Uncle, there are many people in our Deyun Club who can play and sing. Their skills are also not bad.”
"These are all our own people. Why don't we pull them over?”
In Deyun Club, Zhou Jiuliang, who was composing music for the actors on stage, suddenly slowed down the rhythm of the Sanxian in his hand.
However, Zhang Yunlei, who was beating the drum, seemed to have pressed the acceleration button. The drum beat suddenly became frantic and hurried.
Then, the two of them looked at each other and sighed together.
"
Yes, yes, it's not worthy of Little Uncle-Master at all…"
Guo Qilin, who was singing on stage, was instantly dumbfounded.
This rhythm was fast and slow. It seemed contradictory, but when one savored it carefully, it was smooth and smooth.
Could it be the legendary highest realm of singing, Tai Chi?
But my dad never taught me how to sing this song.
Mom, don't be in a hurry to brew medicine for Gangzi. Let him teach me first!
Su
Meng waved his hand.
"Alright, alright, don't worry about it. Just teach me this.”
As he spoke, he walked towards the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Academy.
The few of them felt helpless and could only follow him nervously. They just waved their hands behind them without batting an eyelid.
Their assistants had been with them for many years and were all very smart.
She quickly went to the pharmacy to buy some ointment.
Speaking of which, those people were artists after all. Even if they were to fly into a rage when they heard this invitation, they shouldn't be too harsh, right?
It should be enough to buy some oil, right?
Forget it... Just in case, I'll book a bed in the Orthopedics Department of the hospital first.
They walked to the entrance of the Imperial Capital Music Music Academy. The long, foldable door blocked the entrance tightly.
Deng Ziqi beamed with joy.
"Su Meng, the Imperial Capital Music Academy isn't a place that anyone can enter.”
"Even if I want to go in, I have to make an appointment in advance and find a teacher to bring me in.”
"And only I can go in alone. I can't even bring my assistant.”
"We have so many players and cameramen. The game is definitely not going to get in.”
"Let's go back. Aren't we just looking for a few accompaniment people? I'll help you settle it!"
"Yes, yes!" The others nodded in agreement.
Deng Ziqi was still the most reliable one at the critical moment!
No, this gate of the Imperial Capital Academy of Music was more reliable!
Su Meng chuckled. Before he could say anything, an old man in a security uniform suddenly jumped out from the security room on the side of the door.
His mouth was filled with passion.
"Aiyo, isn't this Teacher Su? Hello, hello!"
Who was this? The group of people was stunned.
The old man was very excited.
"Teacher Su, I'm your fan. I've heard all your songs. They're so good!”
"Especially for people like us who are older, those songs really pierced into our hearts!”
"I won't get tired of hearing it a hundred times, I really won't get tired of hearing it a hundred times!”
What? Boss Yang and the others were instantly dumbfounded.
Those songs? Those useless suona songs?
Do all old people like her so much?
Are you afraid that you won't be able to walk fast?
Or was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear it after lying down?
Su Meng smiled and said politely.
"Uncle Wang, I want to go into the school to do something, but I brought a few people with
me..." The old man interrupted him and hurried back to the security room.
"Su Meng, didn't I tell you it wouldn't work?”Deng Ziqi quickly said.
"Let's go. Don't cause trouble here…"
Before he could finish, the old security guard had already run out again with a remote control in his hand.
"Since Teacher Su wants to enter, she has to go through the main door!”
"Teacher Su, please…" As he
spoke, he pressed the remote control lightly, and the door slowly opened to both sides.
The group of people was dumbfounded.
Speaking of which, the Imperial Capital Academy of Music was the highest art hall in the music industry.
When did he become so passionate?
They didn't even need to register, let alone make an appointment?
And he even said,"Our door is always open, and we welcome the suona master to come in"?
Su Meng nodded and walked toward the door.
The group of people followed him in a daze.
Behind them, the old security guard shouted.
"Teacher Su, you can do it! He had to write more songs like that!”
"We old people love to hear it!”
"I'm so happy to hear that!"
The group of people staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Would the elderly like that kind of trivial song?
Did he sound happy?
I understand now! I finally understand!
When one was old, they just wanted to be happy. Even when they left, they had to leave happily.
They wanted to laugh in the netherworld!
A
large number of question marks suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.
"Did I hear wrongly? This old man said that he especially liked those free songs?”
"I understand now. The young people of our country have no feelings about this, but those old people are the ones who have the deepest feelings!”
"So Master Su's real target audience for this album is the elderly?”
"I finally understand why it's called 'The Road of Peace to the West'. It's to wish those old people a safe journey!”
"Humph! As the former leader of President Ba's fan club, I want to get on the leaderboard for my brother. I must get on it!”
"I must buy this free work album! I'll buy one for my grandparents. They'll definitely praise me for being filial!”
"I want to buy 100 tickets for those square dancing aunties downstairs!”
"My dad is the director of the hospital. I want to give one to every elderly person in the hospital!”
Watching
the group of people leave, the old security guard
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