A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Wei Zhirang nodded and said nothing more.

No one else present raised any objection.

In fact, they were hoping this plan would succeed.

If the "company + farmer" model in Mawei Post Station is successfully implemented, it will benefit more than just Lijiapo.

All tourist attractions in the province can learn from this.

At that time, colleagues from all over the country will come to learn from us.

Then Shaanxi Province's cultural and tourism sector won't just be following behind Sichuan and Jiangxi provinces with envy and jealousy.

Instead, they stand on the stage and are envied and resented by others.

Anyone can do the math.

Of course, if the "company + farmer" model can be successfully implemented, and Su Fan can also write a song for Qin Province, then that would be a double blessing.

The thought lingered in more than one person's mind, but no one voiced it.

This isn't a place to make wishes. Let's focus on making things happen first, and take our time with the rest.

However, Wei Zhiran did not stop there.

He picked up his teacup, then put it down, his gaze falling on Su Fan's face. Finally, he spoke: "So, Su Fan, do you have any ideas about promoting Mawei Post Station?"

The question was asked casually, but everyone present understood its meaning.

This brings up the issues between Sichuan and Jiangxi provinces, clearly asking: If you wrote a song for someone else, shouldn't you also write one for yourself?

Su Fan wasn't stupid; he understood.

But he didn't rush to respond to that. Instead, he smiled and said, "I have a little idea, but it's still in the planning stage. If I finish it, I'll definitely ask Director Wei for some guidance."

Having said that, Wei Zhirang couldn't press the matter further.

He smiled and nodded: "Then I'll wait for your good news. It's an honor for Qin Province to have produced such a young man as you."

Su Fan bowed slightly: "You flatter me, leader. I am a native of Qin Province. Wherever I go, I am a Qin Province person. The affairs of my hometown are my own affairs. I will do what I can. If I do not do well, please forgive me."

Wei Zhirang stood up, patted Su Fan on the shoulder and said, "Young man, don't be so modest. You still need to have your edge."

After saying that, he added, "We should be going now; we need to get to other districts, so we won't keep you any longer."

The group stood up, shook hands, and said goodbye.

Su Fan stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching the taillights of the car disappear into the distance. He let out a long breath and turned to run away.

Before he could take a step, a large hand grabbed the back of his neck.

"Where are you going?"

Su Fan turned around sheepishly, a smile plastered on his face: "Uncle Pan, I didn't sleep well, I'll go back and catch up on some sleep."

"You're so young and all you do is sleep!" Pan Lei grabbed him and pulled him back without saying a word. "Come with me."

Su Fan was led into the conference room.

The other village officials didn't leave either; they all followed in.

Su Fan slumped into a chair, looking utterly hopeless: "Uncles and elders, please let me go."

Pan Lei sat down opposite him, slammed his teacup on the table, and got straight to the point: "The boss told us to submit the proposal tomorrow."

Su Fan muttered under his breath, "It's all because you insisted on showing off."

"What did you say?"

Su Fan immediately put on a serious face: "I say, Uncle Pan, you're the most proactive person at work. You're sure to rise even higher in the officialdom in the future!"

Pan Lei's tone turned serious: "Don't talk nonsense with me. Let me tell you, you're the one who proposed this plan. Today, none of us will do anything but watch you come up with it."

The others immediately echoed this.

"Yes, Xiao Fan, if you don't do it, we can't do it either."

"You're smart, and everything you say sounds right to us, but if you ask us to write it down, we can't squeeze out a single word."

"I think the model you mentioned, Xiao Fan, is pretty good. If it can really be implemented here, the whole village will thank you."

"In recent years, young people have been leaving the village; we can't keep them here. If each family has a livelihood, who would want to go out?"

……

Everyone chimed in with their own words, and the meaning couldn't be clearer: they wanted Su Fan to come up with a solution.

Su Fan replied, "I can do it, but I have one condition."

"What are the requirements?" everyone asked in unison.

Su Fan said, "As you know, some of the people who leave the orphanage are not doing well. I want to take over the houses in the village that are not inhabited and let them run them."

The meeting room fell silent.

All eyes turned to Pan Lei, waiting for him to make a decision.

Pan Lei took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a puff, and said, "If you do this, the village will have something to say about it."

Without saying a word, Su Fan stood up and walked out: "Then I'm leaving, I have things to do."

"You come back here!" Pan Lei slammed his hand on the table. "I didn't say no!"

Su Fan immediately put on a smiling face: "Uncle Pan, please speak, I'm listening."

Pan Lei said, "That's collective property, we can't make exceptions, and the rent can't be reduced by a single penny."

Su Fan nodded: "That's for sure, the amount should be exactly what it should be, there can be no exceptions."

Pan Lei glanced at him, then suddenly changed the subject: "Would you like to do something for the village?"

Su Fan was taken aback: "Uncle Pan, just say what you want to say. I'm afraid you're trying to trap me."

Pan Lei said, "What I'm saying is, do you want to lead everyone forward?"

"Uncle Pan, what do you mean?"

Pan Lei glanced at everyone present, his voice turning serious: "Since everyone is here today, I'll say some things in advance, and you should all think them over carefully."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Pan Lei, waiting for him to continue.

Pan Lei continued, "As you can all see, if Xiao Fan's proposed 'company + farmer' model is implemented, it will bring tremendous benefits to the village. You all know this in your hearts. We old guys don't have the brains to come up with these things."

He paused, then glanced at the old village chief who had been sitting silently beside him.

"I'll be frank with you. It just so happens that Lao Zhou is about to retire, so I propose that Xiao Fan participate in the next village chief election."

The meeting room fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions shifting from surprise to thoughtful consideration.

"What the hell?" Su Fan jumped up from his chair. "Uncle Pan, are you trying to push me into a fire pit? Don't you know what kind of person I am? I can't do this!"

At this moment, the current village chief, Old Zhou, said, "I agree. Even if I didn't retire right away, just for the benefits that Xiao Fan has brought to the village today, I would still willingly recommend him."

After these words were spoken, others also expressed their opinions.

"I agree! Xiao Fan can definitely do it!"

"Young people have ideas and drive, and we old guys are there to support them. What's there to be afraid of?"

……

Su Fan pleaded, "Gentlemen, all you want is for me to write a proposal, right? You don't need to make such a fuss. Fine, I'll write it, okay?"

Pan Lei said, "I'm not kidding you. As the village develops, the young people will naturally come back. We old guys can't lead them at all, and it would only hinder the village's development. So, we are all at ease letting you lead everyone."

"Stop." Su Fan waved his hand. "I appreciate everyone's kindness, but let's get back to the main topic and come up with a plan first. The more I talk about it, the more I feel like Uncle Pan is making arrangements for his funeral."

"Get lost!" Pan Lei cursed. "Stop cursing me. Go and finish writing. You're not allowed to go anywhere until you've finished. I'll have your aunt cook dinner and bring it to you later."

Su Fan sighed: "Uncle Pan, is it really necessary? I didn't say I wouldn't write it."

Pan Lei stood up and called to the others, "We all need to leave. Leave this place to Xiao Fan. Nobody is allowed to disturb him."

After everyone left, Su Fan sat down in a chair and muttered, "What kind of mess is this?!"