A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Su Fan is not the kind of person who can't let go of things.

Although he felt somewhat guilty, he wouldn't let it fester inside.

Su Fan composed himself and called his master, Zhang Lingyuan.

Once the call connected, Zhang Lingyuan said, "It's rare for you to call me first. So, what happened?"

Su Fan didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Master, I have a question for you. What are your thoughts on people in a vegetative state?"

Zhang Lingyuan explained: "From the perspective of modern medicine, it means that the brain function is severely damaged and consciousness cannot be restored. But from the perspective of Taoism, it means that the body's Qi is stagnant, the soul and spirit are not in their proper places, the spirit is not at home, the soul is not attached to the body, the seven orifices are blocked, and the three souls and seven spirits are scattered outside the body. Although the physical body exists, it is just an empty shell."

Su Fan pressed further, "Is there any hope?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes the unity of form and spirit. Even if the form is present but the spirit is scattered, there is still room for maneuver. As long as the vitality is not exhausted and the yin and yang are not separated, it is worth a try."

"Then how should it be treated?"

"Using acupuncture and medicine together to unblock the meridians and guide the Qi back to its origin, and supplementing it with methods to regulate the spirit, can gradually achieve the desired effect."

Su Fan's eyes lit up: "Great! Master, please help me save someone!"

Zhang Lingyuan asked, "Who?"

Su Fan briefly recounted Ye Yao's car accident.

After listening, Zhang Lingyuan said, "Let modern medicine intervene first. Do the necessary tests and surgeries. If there are still no signs of waking up, then tell me."

"OK."

With Ye Yao's matter settled, Su Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he suddenly remembered that the old nun had mentioned seeing a Taoist priest, so he casually asked, "Master, do you know the old nun in the nunnery not far from my orphanage?"

"Have you seen her?"

"Yes, she saw it before she died."

Zhang Lingyuan didn't press for details, only saying, "Throughout her life, she sowed seeds without ever questioning the consequences, and yet dared not truly accept the end of her destiny."

Upon hearing this, Su Fan felt as if his master knew everything.

Before he could ask another question, Zhang Lingyuan spoke first: "Alright, some things are unavoidable, it's fate. Including that girl you mentioned, don't think too much about it, everything is predetermined."

……

After hanging up the phone, Su Fan muttered to himself, "Are all reclusive masters like this?"

After saying that, he shook his head: "Let's not think about it for now. Since Ye Yao can be saved, let's wait and see."

A month passed quickly.

That day, the atmosphere inside the Ye family's old residence was somewhat oppressive.

Ye Beichen said, "What's done is done, and some things can't be undone, but you should pay more attention to Xiaoyao's matter."

At this moment, Ye Wangcheng said, "I have contacted the experts in the United States again. They will be coming to Kyoto next month."

No one responded.

Because in the past month, several groups of well-known experts from home and abroad have come, each time bringing hope and leaving with the same message.

"The situation is not optimistic; it all depends on the patient's will."

The Ye family has heard this far too many times.

But no one said no.

Even if it's just straw, you have to reach out and grab it.

If we don't seize it, we'll lose everything.

At this moment, Ye Beichen sighed, "If only Master Zhang were here."

Ye Yun asked, "Grandpa, who is this Zhang Daoist you're talking about?"

Ye Beichen slowly said, "He is a true master of the world. Back then on the battlefield, he was not only good at fighting, but also had superb medical skills. Once, your grandfather Xu was seriously injured on the battlefield and was unconscious for several days. It was he who saved him."

"Where is he? Let's go find him," Ye Yun said urgently.

Ye Beichen gently shook his head: "He disappeared after the war ended. None of us have seen him since."

Ye Yun paused for a moment, then said, "How about we post a missing person notice?"

Ye Beichen did not directly deny it, but said, "If he doesn't want to come out, no one can find him, and we don't even know if he's still alive."

The atmosphere in the Ye family became oppressive once again.

In short, Su Fan has been quite busy lately.

The registration, site selection, decoration, and equipment procurement of the new company were all carried out one by one.

Now, things are finally looking promising.

The company was named Han Tang Entertainment.

Instead of directly holding shares, he established a company called Qin Ce Investment.

Qin Ce Investment holds a wholly-owned controlling stake in Han Tang Entertainment.

The benefits of doing this are very direct: Han Tang Entertainment is an independent shell, clean and transparent, and out in the open.

Qin Ce Investment is the parent company, operating in the shadows.

In other words, the Han and Tang dynasties were the facade, while the Qin dynasty's strategies were the accounting department.

The storefront was bright and spacious, while the accounting room was quiet.

Profits belong to the Han and Tang dynasties, while ownership belongs to the Qin dynasty.

Su Fan doesn't need to appear in any of Han Tang's business information, but every penny Han Tang makes is inseparable from him.

This serves both as a matter of public dignity and as a safety valve for internal operations.

Su Fan is used to giving himself multiple layers of insurance.

That's why we created this equity structure.

That day, Xiang Hong said, "Now the framework is set up, but we don't have a single artist. We can't just sit here working, can we?"

Su Fan said slowly, "Who said there aren't any artists? I am one."

Xiang Hong was taken aback: "You mean, you signed yourself using your own company?"

Su Fan nodded: "Yes, from now on I will be Han Tang Entertainment's No. 001 artist."

Xiang Hong opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she sighed and said, "Fine, you win."

Su Fan picked up his phone: "Alright, post the job openings. I also need to do some promotion for the company."

He opened Weibo, edited a message, and pressed the send button.

"Han Tang Entertainment is officially established. We welcome talented individuals to join us!"

The accompanying picture is a distant view from the office window, showing the bustling traffic of Kyoto below.

The comments section quickly became lively.

"Su Fan has started another entertainment company? Is he going to be his own boss?"

"Han Tang Entertainment, what a grand name!"

"Does that mean you can release songs more often from now on? I'm really looking forward to Su Daxian releasing an album!"

……

Jiang Yi had just put down his guitar when he saw this Weibo post.

He stared at the words for a few seconds, then turned to Lao Han and Xiao Pang and said, "Su Fan has started an entertainment company, and I'm going to go there."

Old Han was adjusting the sound system, not even looking up: "Opening an entertainment company in Kyoto? That's no easy feat."

Little Fatty leaned back on the sofa, his tone somewhat reserved: "Even if he succeeds, won't he end up like other companies? The reason we haven't signed with a company is precisely because we don't want to be bound by those rules and regulations."

Jiang Yi didn't refute them, and waited for them to finish speaking before speaking: "Su Fan is different from others. If it were any other company, they would have already offered terms to negotiate the contract period for that song. He didn't ask for anything, he just gave me a chance. Even if he changes in the future, I will still acknowledge his kindness."

Old Han was silent for a moment, then put down the keyboard: "From your current position, it wouldn't be difficult for you to get into a big company..."

Jiang Yi interrupted him: "I am where I am today because of that song he gave me. I should go, both morally and logically."

Old Han and Little Fatty exchanged a glance. Old Han stood up first: "Since you've decided, we'll go too. We've been benefiting from your influence lately anyway."

Little Fatty nodded: "If things don't feel right, we can leave."