One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Zhang Tianyi yawned as he got off the plane and stretched out his arms.

Following them were Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, Chen Duo...

Then there's Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao...

Then came Xiao Zizai, Hei Guan'er, Lao Meng, Wang Zhenqiu...

Looking at that group of strangers who exuded various powerful auras and were clearly not good people.

Ma Xianhong's eyes twitched violently, and he was completely distraught.

He quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Zhang Tianyi, and spoke with barely suppressed astonishment and wariness:

"A real...person?"

"What is this...?"

Ma Xianhong pointed to the group of people behind him, especially Xiao Zizai, who wore glasses and whose eyes gave him the creeps:

Who are these people?

"Oh, you mean them."

Zhang Tianyi removed his blindfold, glanced at the group of "followers" behind him, and waved his hand casually:

"Isn't this supposed to be a music festival held here?"

"A few of us alone won't make it lively enough!"

“These people…”

Before Zhang Tianyi could even finish composing his lines, Zhang Chulan had already smoothly taken over the conversation.

Zhang Chulan rushed forward with great enthusiasm and grasped Ma Xianhong's hand with utmost sincerity:

"Village Chief Ma! I've heard so much about you!"

"These gentlemen are all from our... professional team!"

"A professional team?" Ma Xianhong was completely bewildered.

"Yup!"

Zhang Chulan pointed at Xiao Zizai:

"This Brother Xiao, that's the one in charge of...cutting the meat! A top-notch chef! His knife skills are superb!"

He then pointed to the clarinet:

"This guy, Guan, is in charge of security! Look at his size, it makes me feel so safe!"

Then, pointing at Lao Meng:

"This Uncle Meng, that's... the one in charge of sanitation! Look at his demeanor, so down-to-earth!"

Finally, pointing to Wang Zhenqiu:

"As for this one..."

Zhang Chulan paused, looking at Wang Zhenqiu's gaudy clothes:

"This is our...atmosphere team! The lead dancer!"

"We call this... a one-stop service!"

"If we're going to hold a music festival, then we have to make it professional and decent! Don't you agree?"

Ma Xianhong's head was buzzing as he listened to this rambling nonsense.

For cutting meat?

The butcher in your house has such a murderous aura.

But looking at Zhang Tianyi's matter-of-fact expression that said, "That's right, that's exactly it,"...

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath and swallowed back the doubts that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Okay...okay."

Ma Xianhong forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"Since it's a real... team."

"Then... please come in."

"Biyou Village...Welcome everyone."

Zhang Tianyi nodded in satisfaction, patted Ma Xianhong on the shoulder, and gave Ma Xianhong a thumbs up:

"Little Ma, that's why I said you were good enough to be the village chief. You're absolutely top-notch when it comes to benevolence and righteousness!"

"atmosphere!!"

Chapter 93 What is a professional team? (Leaning back tactically)

Biyou Village, Central Square.

The once spacious and flat open space has now been cleared out by Ma Xianhong in preparation for this unprecedented "Country Barbecue Music Festival".

Zhang Tianyi moved a grand chair from a nearby house and placed it on the edge of the square.

He lay down comfortably, holding a purple clay teapot in his hands, looking every bit the foreman supervising the project.

"Alright, we have the space, let's unload the goods."

Zhang Tianyi blew on the steam coming out of the spout and spoke slowly and deliberately.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance, sighed simultaneously, and resignedly stepped forward.

They took out the largest of the food-devouring pouches from their pockets, their fingertips swirling with a subtle flow of Qi.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a few muffled bursts of airflow, the white smoke dissipated.

The square, which was just empty a moment ago, suddenly became filled with piles of supplies that looked like small mountains!

A complete set of top-of-the-line array sound equipment, rows of dazzling laser ambient lights, more than a dozen extra-large smokeless barbecue grills, and boxes of premium charcoal.

There were even hundreds of cases of chilled beer and beverages, as well as neatly stacked bottles of Moutai liquor.

Most surprisingly, there were also many whole sheep that had already been plucked and premium black pork nearby.

"Gudong..."

The villagers of Biyou Village and the experts who were watching all swallowed hard.

Even Ma Xianhong was stunned.

Is this supposed to be a music festival?

This stockpile of supplies is enough to feed, drink, and provide for the entire Biyou Village for months!

"Uh, um... real person."

Ma Xianhong walked to Zhang Tianyi's side, looked at the complicated electronic devices scattered on the floor, and rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly:

"The equipment is quite complete... but the people in our village usually do nothing but blacksmithing and martial arts training. As for setting up a stage and setting up a sound system, we are completely clueless."

"How about I let Ru Hua just piece it together randomly?"

"Just randomly pieced together?"

Zhang Tianyi glanced at him sideways, calmly took a sip of tea, and pointed to the row of oddly shaped temporary workers behind him:

“Xiao Ma, I already told you, I’m leading a professional team.”

"Professional matters should naturally be left to professionals."

Zhang Tianyi raised his hand and snapped his fingers:

"Get to work, everyone."

"Got it."

The clarinet was the first to step forward.

The temporary worker from the Central China region twisted his neck.

He then took off his jacket, revealing a tight black vest and muscles that looked like granite.

He walked up to the pile of heavy steel trusses and looked at the several mechanical puppets standing by, waiting for orders.

"These few lumps of iron are our labor force, right?"

The clarinet patted one of the girls' shoulders, making a dull metallic "bang bang" sound.

Then, to the astonishment of Qiu Rang and Ma Xianhong...

Black Pipe bent down and grabbed a heavy load-bearing steel beam with one hand, a beam that would normally require three Ruhuas to lift.

"rise!"

Without using any Qi, relying solely on his physical strength, Hei Guan'er effortlessly hoisted the several-hundred-pound steel beam onto his shoulder as if it were a toothpick.

"You, go over there and lay the foundation."

"Hey you, you metal lump, get me a screwdriver and tighten this connector."

He stood on a high place, a black pipe in his mouth, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.

Directing the mechanical puppets that Ma Xianhong was so proud of was even easier than ordering around the construction workers.

"The...Master..."

Looking at Hei Guan'er's physical strength, which was comparable to that of a ferocious beast, Qiu Rang broke out in a cold sweat.

"Is he really a security guard? This physical strength... I feel like he could smash my magical artifact with one punch!"

"Don't rush."

Zhang Tianyi pointed to Feng Baobao on the other side:

"Look at our guy, the master of sound and lighting."

Following Zhang Tianyi's finger, I looked in that direction.