A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Wang Chuan went out, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Brother Chuan."

"Help me investigate someone," Wang Chuan said. "His name is Su Fan. I need to know where he's from, who he usually associates with, and what his weaknesses are."

The person on the other end of the phone responded.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Chuan laughed dismissively, "Go ahead and try to jump around, but you won't last long."

Su Fan was completely unaware of all of this.

He's busy recording songs right now.

"Chengdu" was recorded beforehand, but "Xiaochou" was not recorded.

He first registered the copyright for "Sorrow" and then found a recording studio to record the song.

I spent the whole afternoon on it.

However, after the song was released online, he gained an app for singer-songwriters.

Inside, in addition to seeing your own uploaded works, there is also an authorization page.

The authorization page is divided into three categories: pending authorization, authorized, and unauthorized.

The authorization period can be customized.

For works that have already been authorized, the authorization can also be revoked.

Su Fan familiarized himself with the page and remarked, "The copyright awareness in this world is truly strong!"

Just then, Uncle Qi called.

"David asked me to ask you, how's the song coming along?"

"Everything is settled. As long as Director Qi applies, I'll just approve it."

Uncle Qi said gratefully, "Okay, thank you so much, Xiao Fan."

Su Fan joked, "Uncle Qi, that's too formal. There's no need for thanks. If you really want to thank me, let's drink all night tonight and celebrate."

"Get lost." Uncle Qi cursed, his tone returning to normal, but after cursing, he changed the subject, "Seriously, the Sichuan Daily is coming tonight, there will be a live broadcast, so pay attention."

"Live stream? What does that mean? Why did this suddenly happen?"

"It's all because of your two songs. When I first heard Dawei talk about them, I didn't feel that much until I came to the store at night. It was packed with people, and the whole street was completely blocked."

Su Fan, still puzzled, asked, "What does that have to do with the Sichuan Daily?"

"You didn't receive the message because your phone number isn't from Sichuan Province. If it were, you would know what's going on."

"What do you mean?"

Uncle Qi explained, "It means that the authorities issued a proposal asking locals in Sichuan Province not to go out unless necessary, to give space to tourists from other places. They also specifically mentioned the small bars on Yulin Road, asking people to try not to crowd them, and said that if you want to watch, there will be a live broadcast tonight."

"Holy crap, is this even allowed?"

"This is the first time I've ever encountered something like this. I've never seen anything like it in my life."

"Is this the reason for doing a live stream?"

"Otherwise what?"

Su Fan exclaimed, "Who came up with this idea? It's really... ingenious."

Uncle Qi was too lazy to argue with him anymore: "Alright, I'm hanging up. You should go back early, I'm afraid your brother won't be able to handle it."

After hanging up the phone, Su Fan went to a noodle shop and ate a bowl of dan dan noodles.

When Fang Cheng called, he had just finished the last sip of his soup.

During this time, Fang Cheng also mentioned the Sichuan Provincial Daily and urged him to go there as soon as possible.

When he reached the intersection of Yulin Road, he stopped.

The entire street was brightly lit, and crowds stretched from one end to the other, a vast and bustling scene.

Although there were many people, things were well-organized.

The main reason is that security measures were in place.

It was truly a place where there was a guard every three steps and a sentry every five steps.

Su Fan exclaimed, "This commotion is bigger than I imagined!"

He tried to squeeze in a couple of steps, but found he couldn't get in at all.

So, they had no choice but to find a staff member and explain their situation.

In the end, it was the person in charge who personally escorted him to the tavern.

When Su Fan arrived at the tavern, it was already seven o'clock.

When Fang Cheng saw him, he breathed a long sigh of relief: "You've finally come."

Before Su Fan could reply, a young woman approached him.

Twenty-five or twenty-six years old, short hair, exquisite makeup, holding a microphone in her hand, and a press pass hanging around her neck.

She extended her hand to Su Fan: "Hello, Mr. Su Fan, I am Lin Fang, a reporter from Sichuan Daily. We will be broadcasting live here in a little while. Do you need to prepare in advance? I can go over the questions with you first."

Su Fan shook hands with her and casually said, "No need, please make yourselves at home, and I'll make my own way too."

Lin Fang reminded us, "This is a live broadcast, there is no editing."

"I'm all about realism!"

After Su Fan finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the stage.

Lin Fang was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

When Su Fan walked onto the stage, the cameras were already set up.

There are two machines, one facing the stage directly and the other a traveling machine to the side.

The audience was packed with people; heads were everywhere—at the bar, on the sofas, and in the aisles.

Lin Fang, standing to the side of the stage, raised the microphone with a standard professional smile: "Mr. Su, there are many people here today, many of whom have come from out of town specifically to see you. Is there anything you'd like to say to everyone?"

Su Fan said into the microphone, "I wish everyone a good time eating, drinking, and having fun!"

Seeing that he didn't intend to continue, Lin Fang couldn't help but ask, "That's all?"

"It's gone!"

Lin Fang smiled and said, "The blessings are nice, but since everyone has come all this way, they must want to hear Mr. Su say something practical."

Su Fan asked, "Do you really want to tell me?"

Reporter Lin nodded, her smile still on.

Everyone looked at Su Fan with smiles.

However, no one realized that what followed was a soul-searching ordeal.

Su Fan cleared his throat and said:

What score did you get on the final exam? What was your class ranking?

"Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? When are you bringing him home?"

"When are you planning to get married? When are you planning to have children?"

"How much do you make a month? Have you bought a car yet?"

……

After a barrage of questions, everyone felt uncomfortable.

At this time, the live stream room was also full of people.

Upon hearing these words, the comments section exploded.

"I can feel the shock to my very soul even through the screen!"

"This is leaving no way out for anyone!"

"Stop talking, please, spare my life!"

"I've been shot right in front of the screen, someone help me!"

……

If the people watching the live stream were like this, you can imagine what it was like for those at the scene.

Looking at everyone, Su Fan spread his hands, looking completely innocent: "I said I didn't want to say anything, but you insisted on making me say it."

Lin Fang's lips twitched, and then she said, "Mr. Su's words are quite hurtful. It's the New Year, let's talk about something cheerful, so as not to scare everyone away."

Su Fan nodded in agreement, saying, "We can't say any more. If we do, everyone will be drowning their sorrows in alcohol, and then we might not even have enough drinks."

Lin Fang steered the conversation back on track: "Mr. Su, could you tell us how you created the songs 'Chengdu' and 'Sorrow'? Where did the inspiration come from?"

Without a second thought, Su Fan said, "Actually, it's like going to the toilet. You originally only wanted to take a small pee, but suddenly you realize that you have a cigarette in your hand, a cell phone in your pocket, and the stall is quite clean. So, based on the principle of 'since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it,' you end up having a thorough and satisfying relaxation."