Master chef? Help customers to blow the funeral!

Master Lin?

Lin Yuan was stunned. His surname was indeed Lin, but since when did he become a Master?

However, on second thought, he did seem to have made a call to a Client last night.

Just as he was lost in thought, the voice of someone else came from the other end of the phone.

"Nephew, have you found a suona player? Your father's passing can't possibly be without someone to play at the funeral, can it?"

"Second Uncle, don't worry, I'm already calling around to find one. Master Chen's mouth got inflamed from eating abalone recently, so he can't play. I'm out of options too."

Listening to their conversation, a lightbulb went off in Lin Yuan's mind.

Recalling what the person said about keeping vigil at the mourning hall when he was scolded last night, plus now they were looking for a suona player for a funeral.

It seemed that the other party thought he was a suona Master?

Isn't this a coincidence? He had just drawn the suona skill.

He had thought it would be completely useless, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly.

And judging by the Client's tone, he seemed to be in a hurry to find a suona player.

If he went to help play at this time, even if he couldn't close a deal on the spot, he believed the Client would definitely look for him when buying a house later.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan immediately replied with a smile: "Yes, I am Master Lin. I called to ask for your address; I'll be right over."

Hearing this, the Client on the other end of the phone was overjoyed and quickly replied politely: "Alright, alright! I'll send it to you right away. Thank you!"

After the call ended, his phone quickly received an SMS notification.

The Photographer curiously leaned over and asked: "Who called?"

Lin Yuan smiled faintly: "The Client you called last night?"

"What?" The Photographer's expression changed in surprise. Recalling the scene from last night, he couldn't help but feel a tightening in his gut: "He wouldn't have called back to scold you, would he?"

"No, he didn't. I've arranged to meet him later."

"Ah?" Hearing this, the Photographer was completely bewildered.

"You're still going to see him? And you say he didn't scold you? You're not going to beat him up, are you?"

Lin Yuan rolled his eyes at him, a little speechless.

"What are you thinking? Hurry up, don't dawdle."

"Oh, oh~~" The Photographer looked at Lin Yuan, momentarily feeling completely lost.

The two hailed a taxi by the roadside and headed to the address given by the Client.

On the way, Lin Yuan looked at the private cars outside the window, then at the taxi he was in, and an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Then he looked at the Photographer and said thoughtfully: "You know, we're out and about every day. Is it a bit inconvenient to always take taxis?"

"It's fine when meeting Clients, but when taking Clients to view houses, we can't just let them take taxis themselves, can we?"

"How about we buy a car later?"

The Photographer thought about it and felt it made some sense: "It is a bit inconvenient. In my impression, real estate agents now drive Clients to view houses, after all, you don't just view one house. Running back and forth for several houses, it's too much hassle just taking taxis."

"But... buying a car is so expensive! A car costs a lot of money! We are still in a competition after all."

Lin Yuan shrugged indifferently: "A good tool is half the battle, right? Besides, we have over a million in our pockets now. Buying a car is a piece of cake!"

"That's true." The Photographer pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Then we'll go buy a cheaper one later, just for getting around."

As the two chatted along the way, the car drove for over half an hour without them realizing it.

The scenery outside the window quietly changed, gradually transitioning from bustling high-rises to the tranquility of mountains and rice fields.

The original asphalt road was gradually replaced by dirt and gravel, and the vehicles on the road became increasingly sparse, somewhat resembling the road to the crematorium they had taken before.

According to the address given by the Client, it seemed to be in a remote small mountain village.

The elderly person had lived there for many years, so the funeral was held directly in the village after his passing.

This was also the reason they couldn't find a suona player.

It was too remote, and there were very few people in the surrounding area who could play the suona.

Coupled with the previous Master having an accident, this made the Client extremely anxious.

Looking at the pristine scenery outside the window, Lin Yuan felt his entire mood relax.

It was only after another ten minutes or so that the car slowly came to a stop.

After getting out of the car, what greeted their eyes was a small mountain village with red brick houses, flat-roofed houses, and even very few two-story villas.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the lush green scenery was refreshing.

It was just over an hour before noon.

Thick smoke was billowing from the roof of one of the houses, as if someone was cooking.

Looking not far to the left, the boundless lake, under the cooperation of sunlight and waves, looked like shimmering golden dragon scales.

At such a sight, netizens in the live broadcast room exclaimed that they had arrived in a fairyland.

Many people begged for the address, wanting to come here for vacation or retirement.

But just then, several dark shadows suddenly scurried across the intersection ahead.

The Photographer let out a startled cry: "Brother, what's that? Rats? Holy cow, they're so big?"

Lin Yuan also nodded in surprise.

These Mickeys were indeed too big, and they dared to run on the main road in broad daylight. They were too bold!

However, considering this was deep in the mountains, it was normal to have many Mickeys, so he didn't think too much about it.

Just as Lin Yuan stood at the village entrance, at a loss, his phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up and saw it was the Client calling.

After the call connected, an anxious voice immediately came from the other end: "Hello!!! Master Lin, have you arrived? Where are you?"

Lin Yuan smiled faintly: "I'm at your village entrance."

"Ah? At the village entrance? Please wait a moment, I'll come pick you up right away!"

After saying that, he quickly hung up the phone and rushed out of the house towards the village entrance.

In Lin Yuan's view, a middle-aged man ran out of the house that was previously emitting thick smoke and sprinted all the way.

But the moment he arrived in front of Lin Yuan, panting, he was completely dumbfounded.

When others had introduced him before, Master Lin was a 50-something-year-old suona Master, which was why he was called Master.

But the young man in front of him didn't look 50 at all; he probably wasn't even 30.

Could there be a mistake?

Thinking of this, the Client greeted him with a suspicious expression: "Master Lin, my surname is Cheng. Old Wang should have told you before, right?"

Lin Yuan's face stiffened, and he gave an awkward smile: "Uh, he did. Where is the event being held? Take me there."

"Ah, this..." The Client looked Lin Yuan up and down, a bit confused, and when he saw that Lin Yuan was empty-handed and hadn't brought anything, a bad premonition immediately surged in his heart.

In his impression, whether it was a suona player or a sheng and xiao player, they all cherished their instruments immensely.

They would always carry a large case when going out for gigs, wouldn't let anyone touch it, and certainly wouldn't play someone else's.

But now, Lin Yuan not only didn't match the age, but he also hadn't brought an instrument.

This made him feel even more strongly that he might have found the wrong person.

However, all the other musicians had already gathered, and only the suona player was missing, so he didn't dare to offend anyone easily.

He could only bite the bullet, smile, and lead the way.

"Alright, thank you, Master Lin, follow me!"

He understood it now. Who cares? The real can't be fake, and the fake can't be real. Anyway, since things have come to this, he would just take it one step at a time.