A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Wang Chuan stared at the overwhelming barrage of insults on the screen, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"It's ready!"

He sighed, then pulled out the equation's number and dialed it.

The phone rang several times before being answered. Fang Cheng's voice sounded tired: "Hey? Who is this?"

"Hello, Mr. Fang. This is Wang Chuan from Xinghan Entertainment. We've been in contact before."

Fang Cheng's voice turned serious: "What is it?"

Wang Chuan leaned back in his chair, speaking calmly and unhurriedly: "I can handle Su Fan's matter."

Fang Cheng was visibly taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Really?"

Wang Chuan smiled and said, "It's true. However, I have two conditions. If you agree, I can save your brother."

"What are the conditions?"

"First, transfer that small bar under your name to us. Second, have Su Fan transfer the copyrights of those three songs to us as well."

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone.

Then, Fang Cheng said, "I can give you the tavern if you can settle this, but I can't make the decision about those three songs."

Wang Chuan's lips curled up slightly: "Okay, I'll talk to Su Fan. Give me his phone number."

Fang Cheng gave the number and hung up the phone.

Wang Chuan put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, and sneered, "Naive. Once I get what I want, who cares about your lives?"

At that moment, Su Fan's plane had just landed in Jiangxi Province.

After getting off the plane, he stretched and turned on his phone.

Before I could even check the message, an unknown number called.

He glanced at the place of origin: Sichuan Province.

The call connected: "Hey? Who is this?"

"Mr. Su, hello, I am Wang Chuan from Xinghan Entertainment."

Su Fan took the phone away from his ear, glanced at the screen, then put it back, saying in a standard voice, "The number you dialed is not in service. Please try again later."

Then it hung up.

Wang Chuan stood frozen in place, holding his phone.

"Damn it!"

He cursed, gritted his teeth, and dialed again.

As soon as the call connected, Su Fan's voice came through: "Are you ever going to stop? I have no interest in your lousy company, so stop bothering me."

*Click*, the call ended again.

Wang Chuan's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

He had already prepared his opening remarks, using a condescending tone and a combination of kindness and intimidation to make Su Fan beg him in a desperate situation.

He had even mentally rehearsed the scene: Su Fan frantically explaining on the other end of the phone, carefully trying to please him, and finally accepting his help with tears of gratitude.

The results of it?

He wasn't given a chance to speak at all.

Wang Chuan took a deep breath and dialed again.

busy tone.

Dial again.

busy tone.

He was blocked.

Wang Chuan stared at his phone screen, feeling a tightness in his chest.

It felt like constipation; you felt uncomfortable and couldn't get it out.

He changed the number and dialed it again.

This time he was smarter. As soon as the call connected, before Su Fan could react, he spoke quickly and preemptively: "Su Fan, I can help you smooth things over with the public opinion, as long as you agree to give me the copyrights to those three songs."

He waited for Su Fan to hesitate, waited for Su Fan to bargain, and waited for Su Fan to say "Really?"

"unnecessary."

The call ended again.

Wang Chuan's mentality collapsed.

He sat there, his expression shifting from anger to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to disbelief.

After a while, he picked up his phone again and dialed once more.

This time his voice changed; it was no longer the feigned politeness of before, but carried an uncontrollable ruthlessness: "Listen up, you surnamed Su. I can control the online public opinion. If you don't cooperate, I have plenty of ways to ruin your reputation."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Su Fan's voice came through, unhurried and even tinged with curiosity: "Oh? Tell me, how did you manage to ruin my reputation?"

Wang Chuan finally found an outlet for his anger. All the pent-up frustration he had been holding in for the past few days surged up at once, and he no longer cared about what he should or shouldn't say.

What he wants most right now is to trample Su Fan underfoot and let him know what the consequences are for offending him.

"Let me tell you, I've already arranged for people to stir up trouble online. That entertainment streamer called 'Yu Baye' is currently on his live stream, endlessly cursing you for your petty misdeeds. And the Weibo blogger 'Xiao Yu Bai Long Men' has written several sharp articles, each with over 100,000 views. How about that? Scared yet?"

Su Fan's voice remained flat: "That's all?"

Wang Chuan was further enraged by his attitude: "They are all big influencers with millions of followers. If I don't stop, you'll never be able to turn your life around."

"Then tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Wang Chuan thought he was scared, so his tone became condescending: "Give me the copyrights to those three songs. Remember, give them to me. I'm not buying them. Also, Boss Fang has already agreed to transfer the bar to us."

Su Fan asked, "I can understand why you've gone to such lengths for the copyright of those songs, but why are you still fixated on that little bar? You've used underhanded tactics before, so why are you still thinking about it now?"

Wang Chuan sneered, thinking to himself, "You're about to die, why are you asking so many questions?"

But his smugness made him unable to resist telling the truth: "It's okay to tell you, we're going to build a bar street in that area. The investors are all people in the industry. That place will definitely be a hit. We can't let you sit back and enjoy the benefits."

Su Fan suddenly realized: "I see, you guys are trying to kidnap a bunch of celebrities and create a monopoly."

"This is none of your business. Just transfer the song's copyright over as soon as possible."

"What if I don't?"

Wang Chuan's voice suddenly turned cold: "Do you think you have the right to bargain with me? Su, don't be stubborn and ask for trouble."

Su Fan laughed and said, "I won't drink any more wine. I have things to do, so I won't keep you from indulging in your lustful thoughts."

Snapped.

It's over.

Wang Chuan stared at his phone screen, stunned for a full five seconds.

Then he slammed his phone on the table and squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth: "Fuck!"

After cursing for a while, he grabbed his phone and dialed again.

busy tone.

Dial again.

busy tone.

He was blocked again.

At that moment, Su Fan was standing in the airport hall of Jiangxi Province, looking at the recorded call on his phone screen, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"I was just wondering how to deal with you, and you delivered yourself right to my doorstep."

He saved the recording, listened to the beginning again, and made sure that every word was clear.

"You want to play, right? Then I'll play with you properly."

Just then, Su Fan's phone rang again.

This time it was Fang Cheng who called.

As soon as the call connected, Fang Cheng's voice bombarded the phone, trembling with anxiety: "Xiao Fan! What exactly happened online? The whole internet is condemning you!"

Su Fan said nonchalantly, "It's alright, the innocent will remain innocent, and the guilty will remain guilty."

"What do you mean by 'the innocent are innocent'? Wang Chuan from Xinghan Entertainment called me and said he can handle this matter."

"I received his call. Don't believe him. There are people behind this."

Fang Cheng was taken aback: "Really?"

"Really, so just don't believe him."

Fang Cheng's voice grew more urgent: "Doesn't that mean the current situation is extremely unfavorable for you?"

"It's nothing, I know what I'm doing, don't worry about it."

"What exactly are your plans?"

You'll find out then.

Seeing that Su Fan spoke with confidence, Fang Cheng felt much more at ease.

Finally, Fang Cheng reminded her, "By the way, reporter Lin is looking for you. You should call her back right away."

"good!"