A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

The song "Ideal Thirty Years" makes everyone who listens to it feel like it's about their own lives.

It's not that the lyrics are particularly fancy, but that they express something that everyone has experienced in the simplest terms.

Dreams are worn down by reality.

Love is defeated by time.

Youth is now just a memory.

Those turbulent times, worn down into cassette tapes, and withered sentiments, crushed into the annals of history, are like a mirror, reflecting the struggles and tribulations of everyone who has been through life.

Whether you are twenty, thirty, or forty, you can find a part of yourself in the song.

Overnight, "Ideal Thirty Years" soared to the top of the charts on major music platforms.

Cover songs are popping up everywhere in short videos.

Someone said, "I listened to this song on repeat all night!"

Some people said, "I cried after listening to this; it reminded me of my first love!"

Some people even said, "Did Su Fan secretly read my diary?!"

……

With popularity, there's no shortage of tourists.

As a result, for several consecutive days, the number of tourists not only did not decrease, but actually increased.

The villagers of Lijiapo were also very supportive.

The parking lot was not enough, so the village temporarily requisitioned the threshing ground.

The guesthouses were fully booked, so villagers vacated their own rooms and put on new bed sheets.

Su Fan approached Pan Lei and suggested, "Uncle Pan, with more people, we need to establish rules first. Otherwise, it will be too late to fix things after something goes wrong."

Without saying a word, Pan Lei made the decision at the village committee meeting and even said a harsh word: "If anyone dares to have any dirty thoughts about the tourists, don't blame me for turning my back on them. Their year-end bonus will be completely deducted, not a single penny will be paid."

The villagers of Lijiapo all patted their chests and guaranteed that they would never hold anyone back.

After the rules were set, Su Fan suggested, "We can't just think of ourselves; we should also take care of the surrounding villages."

The moment he finished speaking, the conference room erupted in chaos.

"Why should we? We finally became popular, and now we're left to rot in our own pot?"

"That's right, those villages never helped us before."

"When tourists come, wouldn't it be better for us to close the door and make money ourselves? Giving it to others would be foolish, wouldn't it?"

……

Pan Lei frowned but didn't immediately express his opinion. He knew Su Fan; this kid wouldn't speak without reason.

He patted the table, silencing the murmurs: "Stop arguing, listen to Xiao Fan."

Su Fan stood up and said, "Uncles and elders, let me do the math. There are more and more tourists now. How many people can our village accommodate? There are shortages in catering, accommodation, parking, and tour guides. Rather than letting tourists come and leave with nowhere to eat or stay, complaining, it's better to let the surrounding villages work together. They make money, and we make a good reputation. With a good reputation, the source of tourists will never stop. This is called making the pie bigger first, and then dividing the pie. If the pie is only so big, and we fight over it, in the end, no one will get enough to eat."

Some people were still hesitant: "But that's territory we fought so hard to conquer..."

Su Fan continued, "Territory is static, but people are dynamic. If we're eating meat, we should also let others have some soup. Otherwise, when they get envious and try to trip us up behind our backs, we'll be in even bigger trouble. Besides, the saying 'the rich help the poor' isn't just empty talk. Our village is doing well now, but if we look back and see our neighbors are still poor, we should lend a hand within our capabilities, shouldn't we?"

The meeting room fell silent; no one spoke.

At this moment, Pan Lei said, "You people have lived most of your lives, yet you can't see things as clearly as a child. Alright, let's do as Xiao Fan says."

Su Fan knew that although the reasoning was clear, it would still be difficult to get the villagers to share the benefits they had received.

That's human nature; we can't blame them.

He thought for a moment and added, "Of course, we can't let them take advantage of us for nothing. Anyone who wants a piece of the pie in the Mawei Post Station project has to give something in return."

Pan Lei's eyes lit up: "What do you want to do?"

Su Fan said, "Let them give up the land that borders our village. We'll develop it together, build parking lots, commercial streets, and homestays. We'll split the profits proportionally. They'll provide the land, and we'll provide the brand and management. Nobody will lose out."

Someone interjected, "Then we still have to help them with the construction?"

Pan Lei glared at him, signaling him to shut up.

Su Fan waved his hand: "It's not about helping them, it's about us doing it together. Those plots of land are right next to Mawei Post Station. Once developed, they will be an extension of the scenic area. With more tourists, our business will only get better. In the end, we're helping ourselves."

After the explanation was clear, everyone understood.

With the tone set, Su Fan did not participate in the subsequent negotiation details.

In Su Fan's mind, as long as the general direction is right, there is no need to be concerned with every little detail; otherwise, one will always get bogged down in these trivial matters.

He set the direction and left the rest to Pan Lei and the village's eloquent cadres.

He knew that the villagers were much more shrewd than him when it came to bargaining.

While the meeting was being held in Lijiapo Village, the village committee office in Zhaojia Village was also brightly lit.

However, compared to Lijiapo Village, the atmosphere here is a bit depressing.

Village Party Secretary Zhao Heng sat in the main seat, puffing on his pipe, but the furrowed brow never relaxed.

Several village officials nearby hung their heads and sighed.

At this moment, Old Zhou, the village accountant, couldn't help but mutter, "Li Jiapo produced a Su Fan; that's just good fortune from his ancestors' graves. We can't compare. Why don't we check Su Fan's household registration? Maybe he's actually from our Zhao Family Village?"

Zhao Heng glared at him, tapped his pipe on the table leg, and said irritably, "You're all spouting nonsense. When the higher-ups were arranging for orphans to be registered in the city, you all made excuses and refused, as if you were afraid of adding more mouths to feed. Now that they've made something of themselves, you want to claim kinship? Dream on!"

Old Zhou blushed, shrank back, and dared not utter a sound.

Someone nearby muttered quietly, "What are we going to do? We're watching Lijiapo eat meat while we starve? Everyone's worried."

Zhao Heng didn't reply, and silently lit another pipe.

How could he not be anxious?

He was so anxious he was practically choking.

What's the use of being in a hurry?

Zhao Family Village was extremely poor, lacking both resources and projects.

Strictly speaking, Mawei Post Station is Lijiapo's territory. If they don't play with them, even if they have extraordinary abilities, it's useless.

The room fell into a deathly silence again, with only the ticking of the old clock on the wall.

Just then, Zhao Heng's phone rang.

Zhao Heng frowned and glanced at the screen. When he saw the name Pan Lei, he immediately raised his hand and gestured for everyone to be quiet.

The room fell silent instantly, and several people instinctively moved their heads closer to him.

Zhao Heng pressed the answer button: "Hello, Lao Pan?"

"Old Zhao, let's find some time tomorrow to talk."

Zhao Heng's heart skipped a beat, his throat tightened, but he feigned composure and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Pan Lei said, "What else is there to talk about? You've all seen the commotion we've caused these past few days. Mawei Post Station has really gained some traction. We're all from the same village, and now that we're getting some meat, we can't just stand by and watch you all stare. What, you're still not satisfied?"

Zhao Heng's heart leaped into his throat, his voice trembling as he hurriedly said, "Yes! Yes! Of course I'm willing! When? Just name a time, I'm free anytime!"

Pan Lei said slowly, "Then let's do it tomorrow."

Zhao Heng grew anxious: "Forget tomorrow! I'm coming right now! Wait for me, I'll be there soon!"

"Look at the time! It's the middle of the night, aren't you going to sleep?"

Zhao Heng blurted out, "If you talk to me about this, I definitely won't be sleepy! I could stay up all night!"

"I'm sleepy even more than you are. Tomorrow! If you're not free, then forget it."

"I'm free! I'm free!" Zhao Heng replied quickly. "I'll be there first thing tomorrow morning, so don't forget!"

"Okay, then that's settled."