A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Walking down the street, Su Fan couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that copyright protection in this world is stricter than I imagined. Even singing in bars requires an authorization, and original songs have formal registration channels. It's a bit of a hassle, but for those who truly make music, it's a good thing!"

Su Fan went into an internet cafe, turned on a computer, and downloaded music production software.

After familiarizing himself with the controls, Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "Thankfully, the music production software in this world isn't much different from what I'm used to, otherwise I would have been incredibly embarrassed!"

He wore headphones, adjusting the audio track over and over again, humming a few lines every now and then.

Soon, Su Fan finished the lyrics and music for a song and also applied for the copyright.

Afterwards, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Teacher Zhao Lei, your song 'Chengdu' is mine now, take it!"

After the lyrics and music are done, the next step is to record it.

After leaving the internet cafe, he found a recording studio.

Even though the system had given him many skills, recording a complete song still took him quite a bit of time.

By the time the finished product was ready, it was already 5 p.m.

When Su Fan came out of the recording studio, he walked briskly, carrying a USB drive, towards Yulin Road.

When I was still a few meters away from the bar, I could hear a lot of noise coming from inside.

"Besides me, who else dares to take over this shop? Let me tell you, if you don't vacate this space today, you can forget about renting it out again!"

At this moment, the landlord, Uncle Qi, spoke up: "Hey Wang, don't try this with me. What you and Xiao Fang are doing is your business, and I don't want to get involved. But remember, I haven't signed a contract with you yet, so don't try to scare me with this."

Su Fan stood at the door and understood.

This is the Mr. Wang who is going to take over.

Su Fan pushed open the door and entered, saying, "We haven't moved in yet, it's not your place to make a fuss."

The man surnamed Wang turned around, sized him up, and sneered, "Where did this brat come from? Who gives you the right to speak?"

Fang Cheng blocked Su Fan's way: "This shop is still mine. You are not welcome here. Please leave."

"Fine, fine." The man surnamed Wang sneered, "Remember what you said today, and don't come begging to me later."

He then turned to Uncle Qi and said in a sarcastic tone, "Uncle Qi, I think you're getting senile. You're actually helping outsiders. Fine, wait until they pack up and leave, then come begging me to take over. By then, it won't be the same price."

Uncle Qi snorted: "That's none of your business. I'm using this as a warehouse, and that's none of your concern."

Unable to gain the upper hand in the verbal exchange, the man surnamed Wang left with a curt "We'll see!"

Su Fan stared at his retreating figure and suddenly asked, "That bar over there, is it related to you?"

The man surnamed Wang stopped in his tracks.

Su Fan continued, "You know perfectly well what you've done. This isn't over!"

The man surnamed Wang turned around, stared at Su Fan for two seconds, and said, "You little punk, you've got quite the nerve. I'd like to see how this never ends."

You'll find out soon enough.

The man surnamed Wang snorted coldly, opened the door, and left.

At this moment, Fang Cheng said apologetically, "Uncle Qi, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Uncle Qi waved his hand: "You don't need to apologize, it has nothing to do with you. I just can't stand the attitude of that guy surnamed Wang."

Fang Cheng was still a little worried: "Uncle Qi, the guy surnamed Wang dares to make such threats, he must have something to rely on. I'm afraid he'll use some tricks later and prevent other tenants from renting the place."

Uncle Qi said in a calm and unhurried tone, "I don't care about your business dealings. Whether his methods are legal or not is your business. But he's still too green to think he can control me."

Su Fan chimed in from the side, "Uncle Qi, some people are like a pile of shit. Stepping on them won't cause much harm, but they're disgusting."

Uncle Qi was amused by his words: "You're an interesting kid. But I've lived here for most of my life and I've seen all kinds of people. I've never seen a restless person who can keep jumping around like this."

"That's true. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and karma is a cycle. Look up and see who Heaven spares." Su Fan changed the subject. "But Uncle Qi, what if the Wang family's retribution doesn't come so quickly? Didn't you say your whole family depends on this rent to make a living?"

Uncle Qi glanced at him and laughed: "You little rascal, were you waiting for me here? Didn't you pawn your jade pendant here?"

Su Fan laughed as well: "Uncle Qi, you really don't want to suffer any loss, but don't worry, that jade is not meant for you."

Uncle Qi said, "Whether we're destined to be together or not, I won't lose out anyway."

……

The old man and the young man were bickering back and forth.

Fang Cheng watched from the side, initially worried that Su Fan's careless words might anger Uncle Qi.

But to my surprise, Uncle Qi didn't seem angry at all; on the contrary, he enjoyed chatting with Su Fan.

When seeing Uncle Qi off, Fang Cheng couldn't help but apologize on his behalf: "Uncle Qi, my brother has a loose tongue, please forgive him."

Uncle Qi said, "I think that kid is pretty good, he's talented. To be honest, I'm also quite curious to see what kind of trouble he'll cause in three days."

Fang Cheng shook his head, feeling completely uncertain.

Back at the shop, Fang Cheng asked, "Xiao Fan, how's your wind instrument band?"

Su Fan said, "It's alright, but business is unstable."

"Haven't you thought about doing some sales?"

Su Fan glanced at him, his expression a little strange: "Brother Cheng, can something like a dead person be linked to KPIs?"

Fang Cheng paused for a moment, then realized he had misspoke and quickly tried to correct himself: "That's not what I meant. I meant that we could expand our business scope so that if anyone has this problem, they'll think of you first."

Su Fan leaned back into the sofa: "I actually wish we could have some peace and quiet. I'd rather have a suona hanging on the wall, and hope that everyone in the world is safe and sound."

Fang Cheng laughed: "When did you start speaking so formally?"

"I've always been an artsy type."

"Alright, alright, you artsy type." Fang Cheng paused, "I was thinking, if I have nothing to do when I get back, how about I help out at your band?"

Su Fan said, "Back then, Grandpa Dahai wanted to pass on his mantle to you, but you said you wanted to go out and make your own way in the world. What, now you want to inherit his mantle?"

Fang Cheng sighed: "After all these years out there, I've finally figured things out. I used to think there were more opportunities out there and I could make a lot of money, but what happened? I wasted my time and didn't make any money. So, I've realized that instead of struggling out there, it's better to go back. At least the expenses won't be so high."

Su Fan feigned regret and said, "That probably won't work unless you can find someone to manage this tavern."

Fang Cheng laughed and said, "You don't need to comfort me. I know the situation here. There's no chance. But don't worry, I will get that jade pendant back for you."

Su Fan knew that nothing he said would work at this point; only by seeing real results could he be convinced.