A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Looking at him like that, Pan Lei wanted to both laugh and scold him: "Stop joking, kid. Think about how you're going to handle this. If you handle it well, I'll benefit too. If you don't, people will say you're a traitor."

"I don't care what others say. If they push me too far, I'll use my old profession to protect my dignity."

Pan Lei frowned: "What do you want?"

Su Fan said in a serious tone, "I blew my suona and it all away."

"Get out! Speak properly."

"Don't worry, Uncle Pan, I know how to handle this."

"At least he said something sensible."

Su Fan stood up and stretched: "Uncle Pan, is there anything else you want to tell me? I should go now. I've been traveling all day and I'm sleepy. I'm going back to sleep."

Pan Lei asked, "Have you eaten? If not, ask your aunt to make you something. Eat before you go back."

"I ate at Aunt Liu's place. I had a big bowl of noodles and I was so full."

Su Fan patted his stomach and walked towards the door.

Pan Lei saw Su Fan to the door and instructed him, "Let me tell you, don't let me down tomorrow. Also, watch your mouth and don't blurt out everything."

"Don't worry, Uncle Pan, I'll make sure everything is handled perfectly for you."

Before dawn the next day, Su Fan's door was pounded on loudly.

"Bang bang bang... bang bang bang..."

Su Fan rolled over in bed, covered his head with the pillow, and muttered, "Can't people get a good night's sleep these days?"

The knocking persisted, accompanied by Pan Lei's booming voice: "Xiao Fan! Are you up? Open the door!"

Su Fan resignedly got out of bed and reluctantly pulled open the door latch.

"What time is it? Why aren't you up yet? Hurry up and wash up, then come with me."

Su Fan leaned against the doorframe, rubbed his eyes, and yawned: "Uncle Pan, what time is it? Couldn't you have come a little later?"

Pan Lei said urgently, "The people from the Culture and Tourism Bureau will be here soon. You can't keep your superiors waiting, can you?"

As Su Fan walked into the house, he glanced back at the clock on the wall; it was just past seven.

"Damn, so early? Don't these people get any rest?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Remember what I told you yesterday."

Su Fan was splashing water on his face when he heard this and peeked out from behind the towel, looking completely innocent: "Huh?"

Pan Lei was so angry his eyebrows shot up, and he made a move to kick you: "Are you doing this on purpose, kid? You think I won't kick you?"

Su Fan quickly slipped away and went inside to change his clothes.

After getting dressed, the two walked one after the other towards the village brigade.

People were already busy in the village's courtyard.

Pan Lei directed them to tidy up the meeting room.

Then he stood at the doorway and looked towards the village road.

Not long after, several black sedans drove up from the other end of the village road and stopped at the gate of the courtyard.

The car door opened, and several young people carrying briefcases got out first.

Then there was a middle-aged man in his fifties.

Pan Lei quickly went to greet them, his face beaming with smiles: "Welcome, leaders, to inspect our work! You've worked hard, please come in, please come in!"

Wei Zhirang shook hands with Pan Lei and said with a smile, "Secretary Pan, you've worked hard."

His gaze swept over Pan Lei's shoulder, scanning the courtyard as if he were looking for someone.

Pan Lei knew exactly who he was looking for, so he quickly turned around and shouted, "Xiao Fan, come here! These are leaders from the province!"

Su Fan stepped forward and said, "Greetings, leaders. You've come all this way, thank you for your hard work. It's our honor that you could come."

Wei Zhirang glanced at him, extended his hand to shake Su Fan's hand, and said with a smile, "Young man, you're remarkable, truly a promising young man."

Su Fan smiled and said, "You flatter me, leader. We should learn from you. You've made tourism in Qin Province so successful over the years. I've heard people praising you a lot."

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After exchanging pleasantries, everyone entered the brigade's meeting room.

Guests and hosts took their seats separately.

The village officials served tea and water, busying themselves with various tasks.

Su Fan was seated diagonally opposite Wei Zhiran, inconspicuous but not neglected either.

Wei Zhirang picked up his teacup and, as was customary, first praised the leadership team of Lijiapo.

These words made the village officials present straighten their backs a bit more, and it was clear that everyone found them very helpful.

Then, Wei Zhiran changed the subject and looked at Su Fan.

"Young man, what are your thoughts on the development of your village?"

Su Fan honestly replied, "I don't have any opinions. The leaders have done a great job. I feel very happy to live in such an environment."

Wei Zhirang smiled and waved his hand: "Young people are quick-witted, and we should listen to their voices more. Don't hold back, just say whatever comes to mind."

Others echoed this sentiment.

They didn't come here today to hear village officials report on their work.

They came here today because of Su Fan.

Pan Lei winked at Su Fan, saying, "Xiao Fan, if the boss tells you to speak, just speak. It's okay if you say something wrong; the boss won't blame you."

Wei Zhirang put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and adopted a posture of attentive listening: "Yes, yes, this is not a one-man show. Today we can speak freely and say whatever we want."

Knowing he couldn't avoid it, Su Fan said, "That kid will just say a few words. Please forgive him if he says anything wrong."

Wei Zhirang gestured for him to continue.

Su Fan said, "Our village is also called Mawei Post Station. When Emperor Xuanzong of Tang fled west to this place, the imperial guards mutinied, and Yang Guifei was hanged in the Buddhist hall and buried beside the post road. This is history. The village has also built the Mawei Post Station Folk Culture Experience Park based on the site, restoring the Tang Dynasty post road and imitation Tang Dynasty buildings. These are all very well done, but I have a small idea."

None of the people present took it seriously.

Their main purpose in coming today is to have Su Fan endorse Qin Province's cultural and tourism sector.

Just like he did in Sichuan and Jiangxi provinces, he wrote a song, generated a wave of traffic, and boosted tourism in Shaanxi province as well.

As for his views on the development of tourism in the village, everyone felt that he was just a young man's idle talk, and it was best to take it with a grain of salt.

Su Fan continued, "I think our village has no problems in terms of architecture and positioning, but I have some opinions on its management method. Most scenic spots in China now follow the ticket economy model. They fence off a piece of land, build a few imitation ancient buildings, sell tickets, and collect parking fees. The shops inside are either contracted by outsiders or uniformly managed by tourism companies. Tourists come, take a look around, buy some things, and leave. Will they come back next time? It's uncertain."

What Su Fan said is true, and it can be said that this is the model adopted by most scenic spots in China.

Everyone waited for Su Fan to continue.

"I think we can try a different approach and adopt a company + farmer model."

As soon as the term was uttered, everyone subconsciously became serious.