A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Yang Yaohui pondered the emotions in the song repeatedly, while the others adjusted the original arrangement based on the live performance.

The group discussed with great seriousness where to exercise restraint, where to add harmonies, and where to leave enough space for vocals.

By the time they came to their senses, it was already getting light outside the window.

Su Fan was completely unaware of this.

After handing the song to Yang Yaohui, he went back to his room, took a shower, and had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Su Fan arrived at the restaurant feeling refreshed.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the people from Han Tang Entertainment sitting around a table, all with dark circles under their eyes.

Su Fan asked, looking puzzled, "What happened? Did you all have insomnia last night?"

Everyone looked up at him in unison, their eyes filled with resentment.

Jiang Yi couldn't help but say, "Thanks to you."

Su Fan quickly realized what was going on: "What, you guys were discussing that song all night?"

With dark circles under his eyes, Xiao Pang's voice was full of resentment: "What else can we do? You throw the song at Brother Hui, and he wakes us all up, changing the accompaniment and refining the harmonies, working on it until dawn."

Yang Yaohui quickly explained, "With such a good song in my hands, how could I possibly sleep? Besides, if there's a performance today, I can't just stand there and sing a cappella, can I?"

Su Fan was somewhat speechless: "Who told you you had to sing today? I was originally planning to give you a day to rehearse."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes immediately turned to Yang Yaohui.

Yang Yaohui lowered his head and took a sip of porridge, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

Su Fan shook his head: "I'm really impressed with you guys. After you finish breakfast, go back and rest. After you wake up, go over the song again. If you're in good shape, sing it this evening. If you don't have time, then sing it tomorrow. There's no need to rush."

After breakfast, everyone went back to their rooms to catch up on sleep.

This time, no one tried to be brave.

After all, a song can be performed a day later, but appearing on camera with dark circles under the eyes makes people think that Han Tang Entertainment is neglecting the artists' sleep.

This scene at the breakfast table was also captured entirely by the camera.

The viewers who had been waiting in the live stream since early morning were immediately energized when they heard that the people from Han Tang Entertainment had stayed up all night for the new song.

"What's going on? I just took a nap, and Su Fan has already released a new song?"

"Even the donkeys in the production team aren't as productive as him!"

"Judging from Yang Yaohui's guilty look, he was definitely the one who dragged everyone out of bed in the middle of the night!"

"I suggest a thorough investigation into Su Fan. He himself is sleeping soundly with a rosy complexion, while his artists are all sporting dark circles under their eyes. Is that acceptable?"

Su Fan: I've already written the song; you're the ones who have to suffer the consequences!

"What's the name of the new song? You've been talking for so long, just tell us the title!"

……

The local cultural and tourism authorities also saw the live broadcast in the morning.

Upon learning that Su Fan had prepared another song in addition to "Kashgar Poplars," the entire publicity department became excited.

It's worth noting that the first stop of this travel livestream was in Qin Province.

At that moment, Su Fan pulled out "The Song of Xi'an People" and "Chang'an Night" in one go.

The two songs went viral, propelling tourism in Qin Province to new heights.

The following provinces, while also benefiting greatly from the program, each basically only had one song belonging to their local area.

When local cultural and tourism departments mention this, their tone is filled with undisguised envy.

No one expected that, at the last stop before the new year, Xinjiang Province would receive the same treatment as Qin Province.

The first stop featured two songs, and the final stop also featured two songs.

For the local cultural and tourism industry, this kind of luck is no less than an ordinary person buying a lottery ticket and finding out that they have won the jackpot.

Moreover, the performance of "Kashgar Poplars" has just ended, and its popularity is still rising.

If you release a new song at this point, as long as it's of decent quality, you can maintain the attention generated by the previous song.

It even brought the entire trip to the new province to a new climax.

In the office, the person in charge of the new province's culture and tourism checked several times before finally confirming that he had not misheard.

Suppressing his excitement, he instructed the publicity team: "Since the song title hasn't been announced yet, we shouldn't inquire about it beforehand, and we certainly shouldn't leak it to anyone. Let's prepare the publicity plan first, and follow up whenever the program team announces it."

The staff member in charge of publicity nodded: "Should we start by generating buzz under the guise of a mysterious new song?"

After a moment's thought, the head of the cultural and tourism department of the province made a decisive arrangement: "Okay, but don't steal the spotlight from the program team. Focus on promoting that there is a second song at this stop. Also, immediately coordinate with the program team and make sure that no matter where they plan to perform, the venue, equipment, security, and transportation are all in place. If they make any requests, resolve them immediately."

The staff members wrote down the arrangements one by one, their faces also full of smiles.

Originally, they felt that if they could get a song called "Kashgar Poplar", they would have no regrets about this stop.

Who would have thought that there was another surprise hidden behind the first?

In the afternoon, everyone who had rested woke up one after another.

Yang Yaohui immediately called Su Fan to tell him that everyone was ready.

Not long after, everyone gathered in the rehearsal room that had been temporarily set up in the hotel.

Su Fan pushed open the door, looked around, and asked with a smile, "How was it? Did everyone sleep well?"

Little Fatty patted his chest, his spirits lifted: "Fully recharged! Now I can play it three times in a row without any problem."

Jiang Yi stretched his shoulders, looking quite refreshed: "After sleeping for a few hours, I've finally regained my energy."

The others also said they had no problem.

Yang Yaohui was the only one who was different.

His eyes were still bloodshot, and he held the sheet music tightly in his hand.

From the moment Su Fan entered, his fingers were tapping lightly on his leg, and he would occasionally mutter a few lyrics silently.

However, he did not appear dejected.

On the contrary, he was in an unusually excited state, his eyes shining brightly.

His excitement was clearly much stronger than his drowsiness.

This song was the first piece Su Fan gave him, and it may also be his chance to truly be remembered by the public.

The melody would play in his mind again and again whenever he thought about standing in front of the camera and singing this song to countless viewers.

The drowsiness had just begun to creep in when it was quickly suppressed by the excitement.

To put it bluntly, there's too much dopamine being secreted, making it impossible to fall asleep.

Little Fatty couldn't help but ask, "Are you sleepy or not?"

Yang Yaohui carefully assessed his own state: "My body is quite sleepy, but my mind isn't."

Jiang Yi commented, "To put it simply, even though he's on his deathbed, his spirit is still high."

Everyone immediately laughed.

Su Fan was also somewhat helpless: "Excitement is fine, but don't ruin your voice. Let's go through the whole thing first, and I'll hear how it turned out last night. If you're in good shape, we'll sing it this evening."

Upon hearing that the performance would officially begin in the evening, Yang Yaohui immediately sat up straight: "No problem, we can start now."