Entertainment: let you down to earth, you go to pick up white jobs

The middle-aged man apologized with a smile.

"To tell you the truth, master, our team happens to have a job these two days."

"The master's family is relatively rich, and invited two suona teams to fight against each other."

"It happened that my suona was broken, so I took the time to buy a new suona, which is why I met you."

"If it's convenient, can you give us a job?"

"The price is easy to talk about. According to your craftsmanship, you are definitely a master. I will give you 500 per day!"

Yo ho?Or is it a white job to fight against Taiwan?

Su Meng suddenly became interested.

This is also a custom in the local countryside.

When an old man dies in the family, a suona team will be hired.

When catching up with wealthy families, they will even invite two suona classes to play together.

When the two sides compete with each other, they are not convinced by each other, and they each show their abilities, and the performance will be wonderful and lively.

For the main family, the more lively the blowing, the more face it will have.

But for the suona team, this is a PK fight.

How the craftsmanship is, you can compare it.

If you have a good workmanship, you are naturally proud of yourself, and you will have more confidence in taking on jobs in the future.

If the craftsmanship is not good, it will naturally lose face, and even the money will be worse.

As a result, I encountered this kind of job today?

"No problem, I'll take the job!"

Su Meng slapped his thigh and responded directly.

The cameraman next to him opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Forget it, I am just a little videographer, it is his freedom to do what the star does!

Hearing his quick answer, the middle-aged man immediately had a happy expression on his face.

He has been working for nothing for more than ten years, and he is also a knowledgeable person.

But when a piece of music comes down, it has never come across a situation where people are blown to tears directly.

If such a master joins his team, then his team will definitely be famous!

He also knows how to be a man, knowing that the price he offered is still a bit low.

Hastily took the initiative to help Su Meng pay for Suona.

Su Meng didn't refuse either.

After all, everyone is penniless for this celebrity experience, and you won't have to ask him to pay for it.

……

At this time, the number of people in Su Meng's live broadcast room had soared to 8 or [-] people, and all the netizens were dumbfounded.

"Damn it! I thought he was just talking for fun, but I didn't expect to actually pick up free jobs?"

"Aren't you kidding, isn't he a professional Ba Zong? Why do I feel that this style of painting is a bit wrong?"

"Su Meng's image should be that of someone in a suit and leather shoes playing the piano in a concert hall, but he actually went to pick up free jobs? Isn't that too down-to-earth?"

"This painting style is so beautiful, it really overturned my cognition."

"I used to think that Su Meng was a bit pretentious, but looking at it today, it's clearly a joke!"

"Brother kill me! Brother kill me!"

"This star has something, much better than those stars who don't know the suffering of the people."

"By the way, Su Meng can actually play the suona? How can a serious star learn this thing!"

As more and more people poured into the live broadcast room, the popularity value in Su Meng's system also increased rapidly.

Seeing this scene, Su Meng also nodded secretly.

This move is right!

……

In a van, the middle-aged man said while driving.

"Oh, by the way, my surname is Wang. Everyone calls me Wang Laowu. Our team is called Wang's class. What is the master's name?"

Su Meng didn't care, and said casually.

"My name is Su."

"Master Su!" The middle-aged man called out and asked curiously.

"By the way, Master Su, what was the name of the piece you played in the musical instrument store just now?"

"It's a special song for white things, but why haven't I heard it?"

No wonder you've heard of it!

Su Meng couldn't help complaining secretly, this is a song from the previous life of Earth.

Naturally there is nothing in this world.

"Oh, you said that song, it's called "The Great Funeral", I wrote it myself!"

What the fuck?

The middle-aged man was startled.

Is the threshold for Bai Huoer Suona so high these days?

To be a suona master, do you have to be able to compose your own music?

After thinking about it, he asked weakly.

"Master Su, besides this "Big Funeral", have you made any other songs?"

"Yes, there are too many!" Su Meng suddenly became interested, counting with his fingers.

""The Great Funeral", "Crying at the Fifth Watch", "Crying for the Emperor's Heaven", "Song of the Blue Sky", "Crying Farewell", "Westward Road to Peace"..."

Listening to him counting these songs, the live broadcast room fell silent.

It seemed that there was a dark wind blowing faintly.

Are you not a big star?Don't you want to be a musician?

But what hell tune did you make?

Please, do something about Yangjian!

……

The new book sets sail, begging for all kinds of data! .

Chapter 6 The suona troupe also has a stage play! (Seek to collect flowers)

In the backstage of the program group, everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

The assistant director hesitated for a long time before asking weakly.

"Director, this...isn't our script?"

The chief director nodded and said subconsciously.

"According to our plan, we gave him the job of a musician, and wanted him to sell and sing on the street."

"The brokerage company behind him has also arranged childcare, and someone will pay for it then."

"The purpose is to enrich his personality and make him more down-to-earth."

"But now... Fuck! This is too down-to-earth, it's a down-to-earth mansion!"

"Is this what normal people do?"

"How is his studio now? Has it collapsed?"

The assistant director subconsciously glanced at the backstage, his eyes widened.

"Director... you... look! His live broadcast room... exploded!"

exploded?

The chief director's eyes widened suddenly.

In Su Meng's live broadcast room, more than just an explosion?Almost all of them are already fried.

"Su Meng doesn't understand music? How can he play the suona and compose his own music?"

"It's not terrible to compose music by yourself, but why do you listen to what music he composes?"

"'Big Funeral', 'Crying at the Fifth Watch', 'Westward Road to Peace'... Fuck! Is this stuff for living people to listen to?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! It's not good to write some tunes? Write this kind of underworld tune?"

"Accordingly, I'm a die-hard fan of my brother, so I should unconditionally support all of his works, but "The Great Funeral"...how can I support it?"

"I want to cry when I hear the names of these songs, but why do I feel like laughing when I see Su Meng counting these songs?"

"In order to match this atmosphere, should I pull a white cloth over my body?"

"Come on! Come on, Su Meng! Don't just talk but don't practice."

……

A family in Baishi Village has built a mourning hall at this time.

There are elegiac couplets hanging outside the gate, and many wreaths are placed at the gate.

Many people who came in and out were dressed in sackcloth and filial piety.

You can tell at a glance that this store is doing something for nothing.

There were also a few middle-aged men in sackcloth and filial piety standing at the door, and when they saw someone coming, they hurried up to kowtow to welcome them.

This is the master of this white matter.

On the open space at the gate, there are two Eight Immortals tables on the left and right, and several people are sitting around them.

Everyone's hands are copying the guy's business.

Suona, sheng, gongs and drums, clappers, cymbals... everything is available.

At the table on the left, a suona player was blowing loudly.

With her arms half open, one foot was on the long bench, and her cheeks were puffed out, playing the suona desperately.

The loud suona sound can be heard in almost half of the village.

After playing the song, he wiped his sweat, picked up the large bowl on the table, and poured a bowl of water.

Then he took a breath and said helplessly.

"Why hasn't Fifth Brother come back?"

"In terms of craftsmanship, I'm not afraid of the opponent's Li family's class, but I have a suona, how can I compare with the opponent?"

Yes, at this time, the suona team of the two tables has entered the stage of PK.

On another table, two suona players were blowing up.

The two suonas sometimes echo each other one at a time, and sometimes they merge into one.

Whether it was momentum or volume, Wang Jiaban was firmly overwhelmed, and it was no wonder that Wang Jiaban's suona player was depressed.

He muttered a few words, then picked up the trumpet again, just about to continue playing.

Suddenly his eyes brightened and he said happily.