A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

The meal was eaten slowly like this.

When Ye Sicheng asked about things backstage at the Spring Festival Gala, Su Fan picked out some interesting ones to tell him.

No one asked him if he wanted to move in later, and no one took the opportunity of calling him "Mom and Dad" to bring up the Ye family's business.

Everyone chatted about songs, the Lunar New Year, and which dish on the table was the best.

Su Fan was not a reserved person to begin with, and after a few jokes, he gradually became as comfortable as if he were eating at home.

As Zhao Ling watched him laughing and joking with the others, her eyes reddened, yet she couldn't hide her smile.

She still frequently picked up food for herself, but this time she knew to ask first, "How does this taste?"

After the meal, everyone returned to the living room, but Zhao Ling did not sit down immediately.

She took out a stack of red envelopes from her bag and walked up to Su Fan.

"This is for you."

Su Fan looked at the stack of red envelopes, somewhat surprised: "So many?"

Zhao Ling handed him the red envelope and said, "One a year, from the year you were born until this year."

Su Fan took them and noticed that the year was written on the back of each red envelope, the handwriting neat and tidy.

Zhao Ling explained, "I only started filling in the blanks one by one according to the year after I found out you were coming back."

She paused, her eyes reddening again: "I know these red envelopes can't make up for the New Years you missed when you were little. I just thought that all the children in the family should get lucky money every year, and you shouldn't be left out."

The living room quieted down.

Su Fan looked down at the stack of red envelopes in his hand and suddenly laughed, "No wonder I always felt like I didn't receive enough red envelopes. Turns out I was saving them all up and giving them out all at once this year."

Zhao Ling, whose eyes were still red, couldn't help but laugh when she heard what he said.

The tension in the living room dissipated.

Ye Sicheng glanced at his wife, and the couple, as if they had been prepared, each took out a red envelope.

"This is for my second aunt. It's her first time celebrating the New Year at our house, so we can't leave this out."

"And my second uncle, we were so focused on drinking that we almost forgot about the important matter."

Ye Beichen also took out a red envelope from his side.

Su Fan was somewhat surprised: "Grandpa, you've prepared this too?"

"You called me grandpa, how could I not give you New Year's money?" Ye Beichen stuffed the red envelope into his hand. "I'll give you what I didn't before, I'll give you later."

Su Fan looked at his hands full of red envelopes and shook them with a smile: "Look at this mess, I came empty-handed and left with a ton of stuff."

Ye Yao chimed in from the side, "This is nothing! If you come more often, you might earn even more."

The roommates burst into laughter again.

After receiving the red envelopes, everyone sat down on the sofa.

The Spring Festival Gala on TV continued, but the topic kept revolving around Su Fan.

As the conversation went on, the topic shifted to the recent live-streaming events related to culture and tourism.

Ye Yao sighed, "Even now, people are still booking hotels on Dianping based on the routes you took. The live streams have all stopped, but those hotels are still getting more bookings than in previous years."

Ye Sicheng looked at Su Fan, his tone becoming more serious: "When you first set off, I thought it was just filming a program. Later I found out that it directly connected the hotels, scenic spots and tourists under Tengfei. Thanks to your live broadcast, otherwise we would be in a very difficult situation now."

Su Fan waved his hand: "I didn't do anything, I just happened to be there. Tengfei was able to stabilize because you guys handled the things that needed to be handled."

Ye Sicheng shook his head and said, "At that time, our partners were all watching and waiting, and there were people outside pushing public opinion. If it weren't for the live broadcast that let everyone see with their own eyes that our cultural tourism project was still operating normally, we might not have been able to have a peaceful New Year."

Upon hearing this, Su Fan asked, "Has the matter of the investment fund been resolved now?"

Ye Sicheng said, "The most urgent payments have been processed. There is still a portion of the debt left, and the amount and repayment arrangements have been clarified with the other party. These people originally had a relationship with the Ye family, and they did not kick us when we were down when public opinion was at its worst, so they are now willing to give us some time."

Su Fan asked, "By the way, how's the hotel's bedding program going?"

Mentioning this, Ye Yao immediately perked up: "The feedback from the first batch of pilot programs is even better than expected. After guests have slept in the room and find the pillows or blankets suitable, they can scan a QR code to place an order on Dianping. They don't need to carry things from the hotel front desk. The orders are all shipped from the warehouse, and the hotel is only responsible for ensuring that guests can truly experience the products."

As she spoke, she pulled out a piece of data from her phone and showed it to Su Fan.

"Currently, pillows are the best-selling item. What's even more interesting is that some of the earliest buyers have already come back to ask if we have other sizes of comforters. We were originally worried that orders would drop once the show's popularity wore off, but now it seems that the product itself can retain customers."

After reading it, Su Fan smiled and said, "That's right. The hotel is responsible for the experience, the online platform is responsible for the transaction, and the supply chain is responsible for delivery. The guests are buying something they have slept in and found comfortable, not something they impulsively buy as a souvenir after hearing someone's introduction."

Following up on his question, Ye Sicheng asked, "If we're going to expand the pilot program to other Tengfei hotels, what's the best approach?"

Su Fan said, "Actually, the idea of ​​starting an investment fund wasn't wrong in itself."

Ye Sicheng's gaze shifted slightly.

Su Fan continued, "The mistake was using the funds for opaque activities and promising high returns that shouldn't have been made. This project is different. Hotel rooms are a visible experience, there are real orders on Dianping, and inventory, delivery, and payment can all be verified. Once the pilot data is more solid, we can completely turn the sleep product business into a separate project and then consider supporting its expansion with an investment fund."

"You mean, put this project into an investment fund?" Ye Sicheng asked.

"You can understand it that way. To a certain extent, this is good publicity, and it can also give an explanation to those partners who didn't kick you when you were down, making them feel that the cooperation between the two parties is guaranteed, which will be beneficial for their future development in the industry."

After listening, Ye Sicheng's eyes gradually brightened.

During this period, investment funds became a topic that almost everyone at Tengfei avoided.

What Ye Xuan might ruin isn't necessarily the fund-based approach.

Rather, it's because there are no projects behind it that can withstand scrutiny.

This sleep product business is exactly what they've been lacking in the past.

Authentic room experiences, traceable sales, and demand that can be verified step by step.

He looked at Su Fan, about to ask more questions, when Ye Beichen tapped the table beside him.

"Alright, it's New Year's Eve, and you guys are still planning to hold a project meeting here?"

Ye Sicheng then smiled and leaned back on the sofa: "Okay, let's not talk about it tonight, Xiao Fan. We can discuss it in detail another day."