A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

The excited expression on He Xiaoxiao's face gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable look.

"Xiaomeng, it seems he's in trouble."

Xu Meng looked up at her: "What's the trouble?"

He Xiaoxiao handed over the phone again; this time it was a news push: "Singer Su Fan accused of mocking the mother of a sick toddler, sparking outrage across the internet."

After reading the report and a few comments, Xu Meng's face gradually darkened.

"How could this be? How could he do such a thing?"

Xu Meng didn't believe it.

Perhaps everyone has an innate fondness for the people around them.

Besides, he was the one who saved her life, so Xu Meng didn't believe Su Fan was a bad person from the bottom of her heart.

He Xiaoxiao sighed: "You can know a person's face but not their heart. People online are saying he did this on purpose to get attention."

Xu Meng shook her head: "If he was just trying to get attention, he could have made a big fuss about saving me and gained a lot of traffic. But he didn't even leave his name. How could he joke about a sick child?"

"Perhaps he didn't know your identity at that time."

"It has nothing to do with his identity," Xu Meng said. "No matter what, he saved me, and I want to help him."

He Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, and she grabbed her sleeve: "Sis, are you running a fever? The whole internet is criticizing him right now, everyone's trying to avoid him, why are you actively trying to get close to him?"

Xu Meng turned to look at her, her tone very serious: "Xiaoxiao, you can't be heartless. If he hadn't pulled me out of the water that day, I don't know what would have happened to me now."

He Xiaoxiao released her grip: "So, how do you plan to help him?"

Xu Meng thought for a moment and said, "I'll go find my second uncle."

After saying that, Xu Meng left the coffee shop.

Soon, Xu Meng arrived at Huasheng Entertainment.

She went straight to the general manager's office.

A middle-aged man, around forty-five or forty-six years old, sat in the office, exuding an air of authority that commanded respect without anger.

He was looking down at a document, his pen scratching something on the paper.

Hearing the door open, he looked up, his stern face softening the moment he saw who it was.

"Xiao Meng? What brings you here? Come in and sit down."

Xu Meng sat down opposite him and said without beating around the bush, "Second Uncle, I need to talk to you about something."

Xu Wenshan looked at her: "Tell me, what else can stump you?"

"Last time I went to Qin Province, I accidentally fell into the water, but someone rescued me. I found that person."

Xu Wenshan raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression turning serious: "Oh? Who is that person? We should thank them properly."

"He's run into some trouble, and I'd like to ask for your help."

Xu Wenshan leaned back and asked, "What trouble is it that requires you to come to me?"

"His name is Su Fan, he's a singer, and he's currently facing public criticism."

Xu Meng briefly told Xu Wenshan about Su Fan's situation.

After listening, Xu Wenshan picked up the landline on the table and dialed an internal number: "Find someone for me, named Su Fan, from Qin Province, as soon as possible."

Less than ten minutes later, the assistant knocked on the door.

He came in carrying a tablet.

He handed the tablet to Xu Wenshan: "President Xu, this Su Fan has been making quite a stir these past few days; his news is all over the headlines."

Xu Wenshan took the tablet and slowly slid his finger across the screen.

The first page contains Su Fan's basic information.

The three songs, "Chengdu," "Sorrow," and "The Meaning of Travel," became instant hits almost overnight.

Xu Wenshan looked at the playback data of those songs, his eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

The second page details the actions taken by Sichuan Province's cultural and tourism sector.

The music video for "Chengdu" has been released and has garnered over 100 million views, with the official account pinning it to the top of their feed.

The third page is today's headline.

Su Fan mocked the sick mother and daughter for kneeling.

Xu Wenshan frowned.

He read the entire report from beginning to end and also browsed through several comments.

Then he stopped, placed the tablet on the table, and tapped his fingers lightly on the surface twice.

"This is a difficult situation; the entire internet is watching this."

Xu Meng became anxious: "That's why I came to you, Second Uncle, you must help him."

Xu Wenshan didn't rush to answer. He picked up the tablet again and read the report once more.

I also looked up some information online.

The office was quiet for a while.

Then he spoke up: "However, it's not like there's no way out."

He turned the tablet around, pointed to several pieces of information on the screen, and said one by one, "Look, so far, the little girl's family has not said anything detrimental to Su Fan. That's the first point."

He moved his finger down: "The approach taken by the Sichuan Provincial Department of Culture and Tourism is also quite interesting. According to past practice, when something like this happens, the first reaction of the partners is to cut ties and sever all ties. But look, so far, they have not made any public statement, and the 'Chengdu' music video has not been taken down."

He looked up at Xu Meng and said, "What does this mean? It means that some people are still watching and waiting. This matter is not that simple."

The assistant stood to the side, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Mr. Xu, there's something else. Our people discovered during their investigation that someone online is deliberately stirring up trouble. Their methods are very professional, unlike the spontaneous actions of ordinary netizens. Following the clues, they found that Xinghan Entertainment is behind it."

Xu Wenshan's eyes narrowed, he leaned back in his chair, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest.

"Xinghan..." he muttered, then laughed, "They're trying to take advantage of our misfortune."

Xu Meng was completely confused: "Second Uncle, what do you mean?"

Xu Wenshan didn't answer directly, but instead asked his assistant a question: "How's the quality of Su Fan's songs?"

"Every single one of them is a classic."

Xu Wenshan nodded: "That's right. Xinghan and his gang want to control him when he's at his lowest point. Their goal is probably the copyright of those songs."

Xu Meng's expression changed: "Then what should we do?"

"Don't rush, it's not time to draw conclusions yet, there's still hope." Xu Wenshan instructed his assistant, "Have the people from the Sichuan branch go to the hospital right now. The surgery fees for that little girl will be paid in Su Fan's name, every penny will be covered."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Make it clear to the girl's mother that he doesn't have to express his opinion, but he absolutely cannot kick her when she's down. If she's willing to cooperate, giving her more compensation is no problem."

The assistant is keeping a record of the arrangements.

Xu Wenshan continued, "In addition, arrange the direction of public opinion. Don't try to clear it up. Just muddy the waters first. Release information about the hospital and the girl's mother's true situation. Let everyone know that Su Fan gave the money, and all of it. As for that Weibo post, don't explain it yet."

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." The assistant replied and left.

After the assistant left, Xu Wenshan said to Xu Meng, "Alright, this favor is repaid. You don't need to worry about this anymore."

Xu Meng breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly remembered something and tentatively asked, "Second Uncle, once this matter is over, could you let him join Huasheng?"

Xu Wenshan picked up the teacup on the table and had just brought it to his lips when he heard these words and paused.

He put down his cup, looked at Xu Meng, and his gaze became more scrutinizing.

"Logically speaking, since he saved you, I would agree to any condition he asks for, but judging from his current character, he's not worth it."

"However, his works are outstanding, and he himself is a very good singer."

Xu Wenshan's tone left no room for negotiation: "Xiaomeng, you should know the rule your grandfather set: if someone's character is flawed, no matter how talented they are, they won't be hired."

"Second Uncle, didn't you just say that the Sichuan Provincial Department of Culture and Tourism hasn't made a statement yet? That means it's not time to draw a conclusion yet. What if he has some unavoidable difficulties?"

Xu Wenshan laughed and said, "If what you say is true, we couldn't be happier with such talent."