After Switching Bodies, the Mad Overbearing CEO Takes Over the Entertainment Industry Chapter 98: 98: As Soon as the Suona Sounds, It's Either Asc

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: As Soon as the Suona Sounds, It’s Either Ascending to Heaven or Wedding Rituals

“[I heard this live stream room is all about wild stunts, ca over specially to check it out. Which celebrity is so down-to-earth to handle rural funeral affairs from start to finish?]”

“[I’m also waiting, what can a bunch of celeb kids pull off in five minutes? They’re here for a laugh.]”

“[Wow, I’m new here, and I see everyone’s comnts are crazy. I’m sticking with this live stream room today.]”

Ji Tian held the suona and asked them, “Are you ready?”

Quan Jingyou, “…Sister Tian, I really have no confidence in you. I’ve only heard about you dancing and playing the piano, never about you playing the suona.”

“I can do it after watching just once! I’m invincible.”

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After directing everyone to their places, Ji Tian nodded at Qin Jiangsheng, who then slowly beat the drum rhythm, with Wen Jiangxue’s erhu and He Chenxi’s sheng joining in closely behind. The sound of the gongs and cymbals didn’t need to be too abrupt; the overall rhythm was okay, but they still seed sowhat restrained.

Ji Tian felt this wouldn’t do, it wasn’t reaching an exhilarating point. She puffed up her cheeks and blew forcefully, nearly causing Quan Jingyou’s gong to fall, almost breaking his composure completely.

“[…Music can be down-to-earth, but it shouldn’t take you down to hell; she almost sent off.]”

“[666, that’s so strong flavor. Once the suona blares, it’s either ascension to heaven or bowing in the wedding hall. My friends, I will start with tears as a sign of respect.]”

“[Going all out, are we? I consider myself to have strong survival instincts, so I’ve already laid down.]”

“[Playing that well?! Reckless!!!]”

“[No erhu can rend a soul with tears, no suona has failed to escort a spirit away. Newcors to this world, all excited, but once the suona plays, it’s the end of the drama; I dub this the strongest funeral band (crying).]”

“[Where’s the previous prophet? Cut him out, a real ‘musician’ (smile).]”

“[First ti hearing, I knew not what the suona ant; upon the second, I find myself in the coffin, partying all the way to Yama Palace, henceforth forsaking the earthly realm!]”

The comnt section went berserk. Yan Ming, observing from afar in Lin Chuan City, clicked into the live stream only to see six people go from being reserved to wildly excited, and even the mourning villagers the inside and outside joined in rhythm with head-shaking and swaying.

The sorrowful and lingering tune that sounded like mourning over an ex, even made so listeners cry.

Yan Ming fell into an eerie silence.

Back in the Capital City, Qiao Luhua and Ji Yanshang were also silent.

The two were at ho waiting for that unfilial son, Ji Weinan, to return. On the table, they had prepared a rattan whip as thick as a forefinger, ready to help him rember a good lesson, which was why they had also summoned Ji Lingyun back, so he could establish his authority as the elder brother—they, as a couple, did not wish to witness a beating.

Ji Lingyun, dressed in a sharp suit, sat on the couch, polishing his newly acquired antique worth eight figures.

Qiao Luhua glanced at their eldest son and asked, “Did you secretly enroll your sister in a class while we were out?”

Ji Lingyun, with his chiseled and stern features, lifted an eyebrow faintly, “What class?”

“Professional suona class.” Qiao Luhua pointed at the large LCD television in front of them, which was broadcasting the live stream of Ji Tian’s show.

On the live broadcast, Ji Tian was getting more and more carried away, playing with an intensity as if she wouldn’t stop until she had sent everyone off, which made his temple twitch.

His gaze then shifted to Wen Jiangxue.

One foot on a chair, she played the erhu like a guitar, waving her hand to get the villagers to party with her, completely disregarding her image, evidently having a great ti.

Did they forget that this was soone else’s funeral scene!

Even though the tunes were sorrowful, the more she played, the more the atmosphere turned lively.

Perhaps because Ji Lingyun stared at Wen Jiangxue a bit too long, Qiao Luhua gave him a nudge discontentedly, “I told you to watch your sister; why are you looking at that female celebrity? Do you know her?”

Ji Lingyun indifferently withdrew his gaze, “I don’t know her.”

“Master, Madam, the second young master has returned.”

Aunt Wang ran in from the main entrance, and Ji Qilin stepped in, dressed in light grey casual clothes. His movent was as graceful as a pine tree beside a clear stream, his face warm and smiling.

Qiao Luhua asked in confusion, “Why have you co back? Isn’t the research institute busy?”

Ji Qilin smiled and said, “I heard that the third brother was coming back, so I specially ca to see.”

He looked over at Ji Lingyun and called out, “Big brother.”

Ji Lingyun nodded slightly and responded softly. Ji Qilin was three years younger than him, while Ji Weinan and Ji Tian were ten years younger than him.

They had all been brought up by him. Under the brainwashing campaign by their parents to protect Ji Tian for a lifeti, both he and Ji Qilin were very fond of their younger sister.

The best treats and toys, they always thought of their younger siblings first.

They admitted that when they were children, they were very biased towards Ji Tian, but that didn’t an Ji Weinan had any reason to bully her.

Unspoken mutual understanding, they both had co back to deal with Ji Weinan.

Ji Lingyun set down his prized antique and looked up at the live stream again, where other footage was interspersed, showing Shen Zhiyi with a gentle smile, tutoring children from rural areas in the classroom.

He spoke lightly, “So this is Li Shizhong’s close disciple, the newcor you’re ntoring?”

Ji Lingyun was well-inford, able to detect any little movent, and Ji Qilin did not try to hide it, nodding openly, “Yes, that’s her. Her na is Shen Zhiyi, a dical prodigy. So far, there’s no one I’ve t with a talent that exceeds hers.”

“Good baby likes her, doesn’t he? I won’t agree to this marriage! Even if she were the reincarnation of Buddha, don’t ever think she’ll step through the Ji Family’s doors. And you, second baby, you shouldn’t neglect your sister because of her!”

Qiao Luhua was worried that Ji Qilin would be similarly bewitched and lose his senses like Ji Weinan had.

Ji Qilin was sowhat helpless, “Mom, she and I are both teacher and friend. She has a remarkable talent, and my recent research on cancer treatnt has made new progress with her involvent. Her mother has leukemia, so she’s very dedicated to this area and has deep insights.”

Qiao Luhua scoffed. She had seen plenty of hard tis and knew from one glance that this young girl was not one to be trifled with.

Pure and innocent on the outside, but underneath lay thick ambition. Her target couldn’t possibly be Ji Weinan. Her own third son was just a fool being played in circles.

The Ji Family was under Ji Lingyun’s control, and his mind was not sothing Shen Zhiyi could manipulate, and Bai Tingyu was about her age. Qiao Luhua began to understand all the intricate undercurrents after so thought.

Quite a greedy person, wanting to have her cake and eat it too.

She huffed, “Fine, you’ve set your heart on teaching her, haven’t you? I see Tuantuan also has a great talent in dicine. You can teach this Miss Shen, but you must also include your sister!”

Ji Qilin was taken aback, “Mom, am I bringing her to cause trouble? Tiantian hasn’t studied dicine.”

Qiao Luhua rolled her eyes, “Couldn’t you teach her if she hasn’t learned? Otherwise, what’s the use of having you as a brother? Water should not flow into outsiders’ fields; if you can teach others, you must teach her too! Otherwise, you can also stop going to that research institute of yours!”

Ji Qilin sighed and felt a headache coming on as a series of complications arose because of Ji Weinan.

“Master, Madam, young masters, the third young master has returned!”

Ji Lingyun and Ji Qilin exchanged a look.

Ji Lingyun slowly picked up the rattan whip, and Ji Qilin rubbed his fists.

Yes, he’s co back at just the right ti.