A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Shen Yi'an reverted to his condescending demeanor: "I am Shen Yi'an, that's true, but you may not know my identity. Xinghan Entertainment belongs to our family."

He waited.

Waiting for Su Fan to be surprised.

Waiting for Su Fan to remain silent.

Su Fan was utterly shocked.

In his mind, Su Fan should immediately change his attitude after he said that.

You should know that Xinghan Entertainment is a top entertainment company in China, and many people are eager to curry favor with it.

An unsigned amateur singer, upon hearing this name, would at least be extremely respectful, if not kneel down.

However, Su Fan calmly replied, "Oh, and then?"

Su Fan's reaction left Shen Yi'an completely bewildered.

He had prepared a lot of words, including threats, inducements, and a combination of kindness and severity.

But to everyone's surprise, Su Fan reacted casually, not taking it seriously at all.

Shen Yi'an emphasized, "Now you should understand, right? Going against me won't do you any good. I advise you not to make a mistake for yourself."

Su Fan scoffed: "Tch, if you had a way, you would have done it to me long ago. The fact that you're talking to me now shows that you can't do anything to me, even if Xinghan is your family's."

Shen Yi'an opened his mouth, only to find that he couldn't refute it.

He really had no choice.

Su Fan has not signed with any company, has no management team, and there is no evidence to hold against him.

His popularity is still soaring, and the entire internet is calling for his innocence.

To touch him now would be like walking into the line of fire.

Shen Yi'an took a deep breath and said, "As long as you delete the recording, I promise you can join Xinghan. You'll be working for me then, and I guarantee you'll have a bright future."

"Does that mean I have to give you the copyright to those songs too?"

Shen Yi'an thought she had found his weakness, and her voice regained that composed ease: "It seems you are not completely ignorant."

"I know you, stop showing off. If you have a trick up your sleeve, use it; if not, you're dead. How old are you, still daydreaming all the time?"

Shen Yi'an's face flushed red instantly: "You..."

"What do you mean, 'you'? What, you think you're so great that everyone has to give you face? You think you're some kind of human being now that you've been given so much face?"

Shen Yi'an squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth: "Good, very good."

"The best is yet to come. Don't think I don't know about the dirty deeds you've done. Now you want to make peace? Too late."

After saying that, Su Fan hung up the phone.

Shen Yi'an dialed again, but there was a busy signal.

Dial again, busy signal.

He was blocked.

Su Fan didn't have a good impression of these kinds of people. If it weren't for them creating public opinion against him online, Su Fan felt that he would never have any interaction with them in his life.

However, relying on his status, the other party actually tried to force him to comply by manipulating public opinion.

He had seen many people like this in his previous life; they always thought they could manipulate everyone.

If Su Fan backs down today, they will become even more demanding.

Therefore, Su Fan will not give in, nor is it possible for him to give in.

As the saying goes, there are many paths to take, everyone can go their own way, life and death are insignificant, and if you're not convinced, then fight.

Shen Yi'an was furious after being rebuked by Su Fan.

He didn't understand why Su Fan didn't take him seriously.

A poor boy from Qin Province.

An amateur singer with no background, no connections, and no contract.

What makes them think they can disregard Xinghan Entertainment?

Su Fan's series of actions gave him the illusion that Su Fan's identity was extraordinary.

He suddenly remembered something: when Su Fan got into trouble, Huasheng Entertainment came out to support him.

Moreover, the person speaking up for him was Huasheng's head in Sichuan Province.

Such a person is not someone that just anyone can invite.

"Why? What is Su Fan's relationship with Hua Sheng?"

The more I thought about it, the more something seemed off.

He picked up his phone and dialed Wang Chuan's number.

"Go and investigate Su Fan's true identity and see what his background is."

Wang Chuan paused for a moment on the other end of the phone: "Isn't he just that poor kid from Qin Province?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Shen Yi'an interrupted him, his tone laced with barely suppressed anger. "Just investigate. If he didn't have connections, would Huasheng Entertainment be backing him? If he didn't have connections, would he be so brazenly disregarding our authority?"

Wang Chuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself somewhat dazed.

Yeah, what makes Su Fan so special?

"I'll go check right away."

……

At this moment, Su Fan checked out of the room, picked up his bag, and headed towards Longhu Mountain.

He thought there wouldn't be many people at this time of year, but when he got to the foot of the mountain, wow, tour buses were being crammed into the parking lot one after another, and tour guides were weaving through the crowd with small flags in hand.

Su Fan looked at the sea of ​​heads and felt a little worried.

He originally thought that a place like Longhu Mountain was quiet and peaceful, and that he could find a Taoist temple and ask someone for help, and that he could get the answer done in half a day.

Now it seems that, let alone half a day, just queuing up to get up the mountain would take an hour.

What gave him even more of a headache was that there were just too many Taoist temples on the mountain.

In addition, the Zhang Lingyuan he was looking for didn't seem to be very famous. He asked several people, but they all said they didn't know him.

At this moment, on Mount Longhu.

Zhang Lingyuan said to a six or seven-year-old Taoist boy, "We will have guests today. Go to the mountain gate to greet them and bring them up directly."

"Yes, Grandmaster."

The young Taoist priest responded and turned to leave.

At this moment, Su Fan was standing at a fork in the road halfway up the mountain.

The left side leads to the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The right side leads to the Shangqing Palace.

There is also a small path in the middle, paved with bluestone slabs, which winds and disappears into the bamboo forest.

He took out his phone and glanced at the navigation; the densely packed tourist attractions on the screen made his eyes dizzy.

Just as he looked around, unsure of which way to go, a young Taoist priest appeared out of nowhere, standing quietly beside him and looking up at him.

The young Taoist priest asked in a soft voice, "Excuse me, are you here to see your master?"

Su Fan sized him up: "You are...?"

The young Taoist priest pulled his hand out of his sleeve and bowed respectfully: "Grandmaster Zhang Lingyuan, he sent me to fetch you."

Su Fan pointed to his nose: "How did you know it was me? Aren't you afraid of picking up the wrong person?"

The young Taoist priest replied matter-of-factly, "You've been asking about our grandmaster all along, so who else could it be but you?"

Su Fan suddenly realized, "Goodness, I thought you were a fortune teller too."

The young Taoist priest shook his head, his expression quite serious: "My cultivation is insufficient; I do not know divination."

"So what can you do?" Su Fan asked casually.

The young Taoist priest thought carefully for a moment, then counted on his fingers: "I can run errands for my grandmaster, I can run errands for my master, and I can run errands for my uncles..."

Su Fan laughed and said, "You're really amazing. You can go straight to the Ironman Triathlon after you go down the mountain."

The young Taoist priest blinked, looking curious: "What is a triathlon?"

"That's a contest of speed and endurance."

"Will that allow you to eat your fill? Only by eating your fill can you have the strength."

Su Fan said in a serious tone, "Yes, absolutely! Not only can we eat our fill, but we can also be crowned emperor and have plenty of meat and fish at every meal."

The young Taoist licked his lips: "Then when I go down the mountain, I'll specialize in triathlons."

Su Fan patted his shoulder, suppressing a laugh, and said, "Then you'd better get in shape, or you won't be able to handle it."

The young Taoist puffed out his chest, looking proud: "I often help my senior uncles go down the mountain to pick up their packages. I walk from the foot of the mountain to the back, sometimes two or three times a day!"

Su Fan laughed and said, "You're practically getting a job early."

The young Taoist priest didn't quite understand what "early employment" meant.

But judging from Su Fan's expression, it seemed like he was being praised.

Then he grinned, revealing a set of small white teeth.

The two walked up the mountain, one in front of the other.

The young Taoist priest walked in front, taking small but steady steps.

"Young Taoist priest, what's your name?" Su Fan asked.

"wisdom."

"Why does your name sound like a monk's?"

Huixin explained: "Those who cultivate the Tao use the light of wisdom to dispel ignorance and align their clear minds with the Tao, hence the name Huixin (wise mind).

"I didn't realize you were so cultured."

"That's what our grandmaster said."

Su Fan asked, "Huixin, what kind of person was your grandmaster?"

The young Taoist priest tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said two words: "Very good."

"That's it?"

"It's great, what else is there?"