A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

However, the impact of the song "Green Flowers in the Army" has only just begun.

Those who wanted to enlist were deterred after hearing this.

Those already in the military camp, upon hearing this, all had tears in their eyes and felt homesick.

Leave slips from each company flew straight to the counselor's desk.

The reasons were remarkably consistent: they wanted to go home and visit their families.

The counselors dared not neglect the task and reported it up the chain of command.

The final decision was clear: all leave requests would be denied, and each company was instructed to provide reassurance and support.

At this moment, Yang Junqi was sitting in the conference room with a thick stack of public opinion reports spread out in front of him.

His brows furrowed into a deep frown.

The people sitting in a circle included the propaganda officers and political cadres transferred from various military units.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was heavy.

"We severely underestimated the destructive power of this song," Yang Junqi said, his voice low and urgency barely contained. "The most important thing now is to solve the problem. Everyone, what do you think we should do?"

After a long silence, one of the staff members whispered, "How about... we take this song off the air?"

Yang Junqi glared at him: "Withdraw? It's all over the internet, how can you withdraw it? Withdraw it and pretend it never happened? You're just burying your head in the sand!"

Another officer suggested thoughtfully, "Could we organize some psychological counseling to help the soldiers cope with their homesickness?"

Yang Junqi shook his head: "That's just treating the symptoms. To cure the root cause, we need to find a solution from the source."

After speaking, Yang Junqi's gaze fell on Lin Na.

Seeing that Lin Na didn't react, Yang Junqi said, "The one who tied the knot must untie it."

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes followed his gaze and focused on Lin Na.

Linna raised her head, opened her mouth as if to say something, but swallowed it back; she was furious.

Yang Junqi said, "This song came from that guy named Su Fan. We need to find a way to get him to write another song to boost morale."

Linna gritted her teeth and replied, "Yes, I'll go find him right away."

Yang Junqi then turned to the others, tapping his fingers on the table: "We can't put all our eggs in one basket. The second plan: immediately contact the songwriters in the team and write a morale-boosting song. We need to be quick!"

Everyone present nodded, but no one felt truly confident.

They all know that the release of a good song depends on timing.

This opportunity may arise from a sudden flash of inspiration or from years of refinement.

But what good stuff can come out of this kind of forced, rushed approach?

Moreover, after listening to "Green Flowers in the Army," most of the lyricists and composers were also unsure of their own abilities.

This song has a simple melody and plain lyrics, without any high-pitched bombardments or fancy arrangement techniques.

But its strength lies in its authenticity.

It pulls soldiers down from their pedestal as the Great Wall of Steel, revealing them as ordinary people with flesh and blood, who miss their families and mothers.

This kind of authenticity is the hardest to imitate and the hardest to surpass.

How can your rousing march compare to it?

A contest of passion?

More touching?

Who can touch people's hearts more deeply?

It's not that I can't write it, it's that if I do write it, it will most likely be compared to others, and I'll be outshone.

Lin Na came out of the conference room and first called Ye Yun.

As soon as the call connected, the first question was: "Did you help contact Su Fan's sister when she was hospitalized?"

Ye Yun was taken aback for a moment: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Lin Na briefly explained the chain reaction triggered by "Green Flower in the Army".

After listening, Ye Yun remained silent for several seconds before slowly uttering a sentence: "I finally understand why that kid left in such a hurry that day."

Linna didn't respond, but urged, "Give me the address, I'm afraid that kid will run away if I'm late."

Ye Yun said, "You should call and ask first. If he didn't do it on purpose, and you explain the situation clearly, he might help. If he did do it on purpose, he's probably not in Kyoto anymore."

That makes sense.

……

Lin Na hung up the phone and immediately dialed Su Fan's number.

At that moment, Su Fan was on the plane and his phone was switched off, so he didn't receive Lin Na's call at all.

Linna dialed several times but couldn't get through. She was getting a little anxious: "Could this kid have run away?"

She gritted her teeth and called He Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, do you know where Su Fan is?"

He Xiaoxiao said, "I don't know."

"Can you get in touch with him?"

"I'll give it a try."

……

So He Xiaoxiao dialed Su Fan's number.

Without a doubt, it's the same as shutting down.

She relayed the results to Linna.

Linna said, "Could you ask your grandfather to contact him?"

He Xiaoxiao asked, "Sister Na, what exactly happened?"

Linna gritted her teeth and said, "That kid tricked me, and the military region is in complete chaos now..."

Upon learning the situation, He Xiaoxiao muttered to herself, "This is so Su Fan."

But He Xiaoxiao didn't dare to delay and called Qu Feiming directly.

However, Qu Feiming dialed Su Fan's number three times, but it was switched off each time.

Lin Na held her phone, pacing back and forth in the corridor. She was now wondering whether she should file a police report so that she could track Su Fan's location.

Just then, Yang Junqi called.

"How's it going?"

Linna forced a smile and said, "I'm trying to contact him, but his phone might not have a signal."

Yang Junqi's voice rose half an octave: "No signal? That means we haven't been able to contact him yet?"

Linna remained noncommittal.

Yang Junqi said, "We must find that kid as quickly as possible, that's an order."

"Yes!" Linna straightened her back and answered loudly.

In fact, they didn't know whether Su Fan could solve this problem.

However, there is no better way.

It's less about finding Su Fan and more about grasping at the last straw floating on the water.

Yang Junqi was at his wit's end; he was being questioned by conscription offices from various military regions.

He's under a lot of pressure right now.

While urging Lin Na, Yang Junqi arranged for the others to prepare the song.

But as I said before, it's not that easy.

Just as Lin Na was pacing anxiously, Su Fan arrived in Jiangxi Province.

After getting off the plane, he turned on his phone and saw a dense barrage of incoming call notifications.

Qu Feiming, He Xiaoxiao, Ye Yao, Lin Na...

More than a dozen missed calls.

Su Fan clicked his tongue: "Surely it's not that bad?!"

He first called Qu Feiming back, and Qu Feiming told him to contact Lin Na immediately.

He replied to He Xiaoxiao, who told him to contact Lin Na immediately.

He then called Ye Yao, who told him to contact Lin Na immediately.

……

In short, everyone is telling the same story.

Su Fan hung up the phone, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

"The results look pretty good!"

There was no deep-seated hatred between Su Fan and Lin Na.

He did this entirely to retaliate against Linna for recording the video and leading him by the nose.

In Su Fan's view, this debt cannot be ignored.

But now that things have come to this point, Su Fan feels that's about enough.

"Now we're even!"