A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

At this moment, the number of comments in the live stream suddenly increased.

"I thought he was going to say some profound words of wisdom, but he gave me a really big surprise!"

"Smoking, taking a dump, scrolling through my phone, watching the bewildered scene—it feels so good!"

"It's such an elegant thing, but it sounds so flavorful coming from Su Fan's mouth!"

"So, when I listen to these two songs in the future, will I reflexively think of this metaphor?"

……

Fang Cheng looked at Su Fan on the stage, covered his forehead with his hand, and didn't want to say anything anymore.

Lin Fang was quite taken aback by Su Fan's toilet theory, but being a professional, she quickly regained her composure.

"Mr. Su's analogy is indeed original, but it's a bit too strong."

The audience nodded in agreement, and some even exaggeratedly fanned their noses.

Su Fan said seriously, "It smells strong and it's very potent, otherwise how could it attract so many people?"

At first glance, this statement seems reasonable, but upon closer examination, something feels off.

On the live stream screen, a comment revealed the truth: "Su Fan means that I pooped a big one, and then it attracted a bunch of flies."

Lin Fang happened to see this comment and read it aloud.

Su Fan said without changing his expression, "Why does it have to be a fly? Can't it be a flower? As the saying goes, a good horse needs a good saddle, a good ship needs a good sail, a turtle needs a mung bean, an idiot needs a brain-damaged person, good shit needs a good flower, and a good flower grows fresh."

"Whoa!" Lin Fang quickly made a pause gesture with her hand. "You can't say that!"

The audience laughed.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments, the screen filled with flower emojis.

Lin Fang took a deep breath, deciding not to dwell on the topic any longer. She changed her approach and asked, "Mr. Su, having achieved your current success, do you have any insights you'd like to share?"

Lin Fang thought to herself, "I've steered the conversation towards success principles; surely that won't be too frivolous now!"

Su Fan replied, "What insights do I have? Besides, what kind of success is this? I just made two songs and everyone happened to support them. However, I do have something to say: the success stories of any successful person are actually products that have been embellished and processed afterward. When you succeed one day, the insights you summarize will be no worse than those of those big shots. As the saying goes, if you succeed, even your farts will make sense; if you fail, even the most reasonable things will be nothing but farts."

After this summary, many people nodded in agreement.

Lin Fang opened her mouth, only to find that she didn't know how to respond.

She's been in this line of work for so many years, and she's interviewed at least eighty to a hundred people.

I've never seen anyone like Su Fan before, someone who can make sense no matter what he says, and whose reasoning is even a little twisted, yet you can't find fault with his twisted arguments.

"Mr. Su's summary is truly spot on!"

Su Fan glanced at the clock on the wall, then weighed the microphone in his hand: "Alright, we've talked enough. It's time. I'll sing for a bit, then we'll continue chatting."

A cheer immediately erupted from the audience.

Next, Su Fan sang "Chengdu" and "Sorrow".

He interspersed his conversations with everyone, like a stand-up comedian, and the audience laughed non-stop.

The style of the comments in the live stream also changed.

"I thought Su Fan was a cool and aloof genius, but it turns out he's a total goofball!"

"This isn't listening to music, it's like getting two songs as a bonus at a stand-up comedy show!"

"I think it's great; at least it's not boring, it's interesting!"

"Are all folk singers this talkative? Don't try to fool me, I'm not that well-educated!"

……

After singing "Chengdu" for the second time, Su Fan put down his guitar and said, "I know that many of you have come all the way from other places. I am grateful that you all like my singing and have come from so far away. But to be honest, you have made the right choice in coming to Sichuan Province for tourism. I'm sure you have all felt the warmth of Sichuan Province. In order to better serve our friends from all over the country, the Sichuan Provincial Department of Culture and Tourism is calling on locals to give space to our friends from other provinces. If you don't believe me, you can ask our friends in Sichuan Province if they have received relevant text messages."

At that moment, a bespectacled boy in the front row raised his phone, the screen lit up: "I really received it. The text message is urging locals to travel during off-peak hours and give space to tourists from other places."

Su Fan glanced at him and chuckled, "Bro, so you're not heeding the call?"

The man explained, "I studied in Sichuan Province, and I've never changed my phone number. I'm actually from Shaanxi Province."

"Hey, we're from the same hometown! I'm also from Qin Province." Su Fan changed the subject. "Since we're already here, I should give my hometown a shout-out. Everyone should visit Qin Province sometime; it's a nice place!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than someone in the crowd shouted, "Are there any small bars in Qin Province? Can you write songs for Qin Province?"

Su Fan put his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture: "Shh~ You can't say things like that. If the provincial leaders find out and I don't write it, they'll probably lock me up in a dark room!"

"Support the leader!" someone immediately shouted.

"Support the leader!" More people joined in the chant.

……

Su Fan covered his face, feigning weakness: "You really do get what you deserve. Okay, I admit I was bragging just now, please forgive me!"

The audience burst into laughter.

At this moment, cultural and tourism bureaus from all provinces across the country are focused on this live broadcast.

They all wanted to glean some insights from Sichuan Province's publicity and traffic-generating efforts.

In the conference room of the Sichuan Provincial Bureau of Culture and Tourism, Qi Tongwei and several colleagues sat in front of the big screen. When they saw Su Fan speaking up for Sichuan Province in the live broadcast, they smiled at each other, feeling indescribably pleased.

This publicity campaign was more than ten times more effective than any promotional video they could have produced themselves.

People in other provinces weren't feeling so good.

Some people were watching the live stream with a sour look on their faces, while others were already discussing in group chats whether they could also find a singer to do something like that.

The province of Qin reacted the most strongly.

Wei Zhirang, director of the Shaanxi Provincial Bureau of Culture and Tourism, was originally just taking a casual look, but since Sichuan Province had made such a big fuss, as a neighbor, he felt he had to find out.

But when Su Fan said, "I also came from Qin Province," the teacup in his hand hovered in mid-air for a full three seconds.

"A native of Qin Province? Su Fan, who sent Sichuan Province to the top of the trending searches, is from Qin Province!"

Wei Zhirang put down his teacup, leaned forward, and stared intently at the screen.

When he heard someone shout, "Would you write a song for Qin Sheng?", he jumped up from his chair, paced back and forth in his office, rubbing his hands, and his heart started racing.

Then he heard Su Fan say, "Lock me in a dark room."

Wei Zhirang paused, feeling as if he had missed out on a fortune.

Wei Zhirang slapped his thigh, as if he had made up his mind: "No, we have to contact Su Fan. We can't let Sichuan Province get all the benefits!"