Novel Lived
Chapter 276
Chapter 276 - Do You Know What This Place Is?
It was a significant day.
Something major took place in Eastsea City's downtown.
The central figure in this event was Bai Tianlei!
Everyone knew his name by now.
When the two special police apprehended him, he was so scared that he wet his pants.
The odor from his waste was so strong that it caused the crowd around him to faint.
One of the lawns was ruined due to the stench.
A street was shut down because of the odor.
Two buildings were closed for the same reason.
Finally, officials dispatched two workers in hazmat suits.
Despite their fears, they managed to escort Bai Tianlei to the vehicle.
It was a truck, and Bai Tianlei was secured in the trunk.
The driver sped away, fearing the stench.
The traffic police also worried the driver might pass out from the smell and crash the truck.
The driver didn't dare to stop along the way.
Although putting Bai Tianlei in the trunk might seem harsh,
there wasn't a better alternative.
The odor clinging to Bai Tianlei was unbearable.
They finally transported him to an isolated mountain on the outskirts.
Firefighters used four hoses to repeatedly wash Bai Tianlei.
Unfortunately, they realized the smell was only worsening.
In the end, they resorted to putting Bai Tianlei in a protective suit.
They then drove him back home.
They decided to address Bai Tianlei the next day.
When Bai Tianlei arrived at his house, no one was within 500 meters of him.
He was like a walking time bomb!
People now grasped how dangerous a foul smell could be.
It was terrifying!
Truth be told, Su Ming felt a little frightened as well.
He hadn't anticipated this outcome.
In the future, he'd use this device less often.
He felt bad for those who had fainted from the stench.
Bai Tianlei appeared to have a mental disorder. He'd greet everyone with, “Don't leave, I don't smell!”
Once things were settled here, Su Ming resumed his walk toward the nearby music hall.
It was noon, and the hall was closed.
Concerts were only held in the afternoons and evenings.
The courtyard was completely empty.
The main entrance was also shut.
However, the door to the security booth was open.
An elderly man stood there, already advanced in age.
His hair was white, and his teeth were loose.
He sat in the doorway, basking in the sun and reading a newspaper.
The old man adjusted his reading glasses upon seeing Su Ming approach.
“Young man, what brings you here?”
He looked at Su Ming with a hint of confusion.
This young man was definitely not a staff member because the old man didn't recognize him.
And with the music hall closed, he couldn't be an audience member.
“Hello, sir. I wanted to ask.”
Su Ming stepped closer. “Is this band going on tour?”
The old man was taken aback and studied Su Ming.
He remained silent as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
He took a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and lit it.
He flicked his lighter, igniting the cigarette.
Taking a deep drag, he exhaled slowly.
“Young man, do you know where you are?”
Su Ming found this curious.
He certainly knew this was a music hall.
“Do you know what type of music they play here, young man?”
The old man inhaled again, took the teacup beside him, and took a sip.
“Do you realize, young man? The performers here are the best.”
After putting down his cup and extinguishing the cigarette, the old man stood up with his hands behind his back.
“You know, the Eastsea City Music Hall is renowned throughout the nation.”
He continued speaking.
Su Ming blinked.
He was aware of some of this information.
But how did it concern him?
Why was this old man speaking so cryptically?
Adjusting his glasses, the old man looked Su Ming straight in the eye, patted his shoulder, and said, “How could they possibly agree to play at your wedding? You should just head home.”
Su Ming nodded and began to leave.
He had barely taken a step when he remembered his original purpose for being there.
He turned back to speak, but the old man interrupted.
“What? Not getting married? Someone in your family passed away? That's worse. This is a Western band.”
The old man's eyes widened as he spoke.
“No one died!”
Su Ming was visibly upset.
He hadn't managed to utter a complete sentence since he arrived.
“Then why are you here? The ticket booth is over there, young man. Go buy a ticket there. This isn't where you buy them.”
The old man continued.
He was driving Su Ming up the wall.
“There's an exhibition in my city coming up, and everyone there is a big shot. I wanted to hire a professional band to play a few songs, so I came to ask. But if you don't take commercial gigs, forget it.”
“Do you think I'm a child, young man? You must be lying.”
The old man showed complete disbelief.
Su Ming smiled and took something out of his pocket.
It was the certificate naming Su Ming an honorary vice president of the Museum Association, complete with an official seal and Master Tang's autograph.
“Do you still think I'm lying? Is this not legitimate? If you don't take commercial performances, I'll be on my way.”
He put the certificate back in his pocket.
With that, he began to leave.
The old man, seeing this, quickly called out.
“Don't go! The band can take commercial gigs!”
His attitude shifted immediately.
He removed his glasses and offered a calm smile.
“Manager Liu is responsible for performances. He's upstairs. Let me guide you.”
With that, he turned to gesture invitingly.
The orchestra did have to make compromises, needing other income streams.
The most fundamental principle in pursuing art is to stay rooted in real life.
Initially, he dismissed Su Ming due to his ordinary clothing.
But Su Ming had credentials!
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