「Blue Poplar Village, Mengchun Garden.」
Ma Wu led his men to dismantle the phonograph on the dance floor and handed it over to Li Banfeng for disposal.
Xiao Chuanzi felt heartbroken. It was a masterpiece from the Beautiful Voice Record Player Shop; such quality craftsmanship was incredibly hard to find in Puluo State.
"Master Wu, without the phonograph, what kind of dance floor is this? Are we supposed to dance in silence?"
Ma Wu turned to look at a corner of the dance floor. "Isn't the band practicing right there?"
He had assembled a small band in Blue Poplar Village, complete with violins and trumpets for Western music, as well as dulcimers and pipas for Chinese folk music.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! PHRRRRT!
The trumpet sputtered.
Chuanzi shook his head repeatedly. "Master Wu, is this even listenable?"
