Chapter 397

Chapter 397 - Mr. Su Thank You for Your Guidance!

“Yes!” Manager Liu snapped to attention and responded with conviction.

He turned to his team and said, “Did you all grasp what Mr. Su said? Mr. Su is giving us a few days off to fully understand the new knowledge he imparted today.”

“Once we return, we must diligently study and tackle every challenge we can.”

“We cannot let Mr. Su down!” Manager Liu exclaimed loudly.

“Understood! Thank you, Mr. Su!” the rest of the band members shouted with fervor.

Leading by example, Manager Liu marched out the door with pride.

Being guided by Mr. Su was a privilege for them!

They were more thrilled than if they had won the lottery!

Indeed, masters don't often show their full capabilities.

Consider Mr. Su: young, attractive, wealthy, and not only that, he's immensely talented and skilled with musical instruments.

He is the true master!

Watching Manager Liu depart, Shen Dan broke into a smile.

Su Ming, catching her grin, felt a shiver. It reminded him of the smiles President Chen and his associates would often wear.

”Mr. Su, could you play that piece again?”

“Please, don't be upset, Mr. Su. I mean no offense.”

“The piece is just so captivating, I want to go back and learn it properly. Of course, you must be exhausted today. When might you have some free time? I'd like to visit you.”

“Do you farm right in the middle of the city?”

“I'd be glad to lend a hand.”

“I grew up in the countryside, helping my parents with the farmwork since I was little. Wheat farming is my specialty.”

“Are you in need of help here? I could assist with the farming.”

They thought of their elderly parents, whom they hadn't visited in a long time.

They remembered their family's thatched hut—old and worn, yet a refuge from the elements.

The song carried the most heartfelt emotions in the world.

Minutes later, the melody ceased.

Shen Dan remained in a trance.

Was this the pinnacle of music?

Was this the very thing she had dedicated her life to pursuing?

She had believed herself close to mastering music.

But now, she realized she was not only far from being a distinguished musician, she hadn't even truly begun.

Shen Dan dried her tears, stood up, and approached Su Ming, bowing deeply.

“Thank you, Mr. Su.”

With those words, Shen Dan walked away.

Years of accolades had led Shen Dan astray; she had come to equate music with sophistication.

But Su Ming's mentorship had been a revelation.

Music, she now understood, had always been with the people, rooted in the earth, wandering through the woods and valleys.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every bloom was a vessel for music.

She had been confined to concert halls, having forgotten her initial purpose.

Determined to start anew, she resolved to seek out the diverse sounds of life to refine her craft.

Over a decade later, Shen Dan had become a true musician.

Her music, lauded by many, had achieved sublime beauty.

Yet, in every interview, with tears in her eyes, she would say, “Without Mr. Su, I would not have reached these heights. My music pales in comparison to his.”