A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

At this very moment, on Yulin West Road.

Uncle Qi carried his thermos and slowly walked towards his shop.

Today is the third day; the promised day has arrived.

"I was actually a little hopeful before, but it's the last day now. What kind of trouble can that young man cause? He's just a stubborn young man who won't give up until he hits a brick wall!"

He walked to the alley entrance and glanced at his own shop.

Then he stopped.

I rubbed my eyes.

Look again.

Holy crap!

No wonder Uncle Qi was so excited.

At this moment, a large crowd had gathered in front of his shop.

Some people were taking pictures with their phones, some were taking selfies in front of the old wooden door, and a few people were gathered together, pointing at the words on the door.

Uncle Qi's first reaction was, "Oh no! What heinous thing that kid did to deserve so many people blocking the door?"

He stood at the entrance of the alley, too afraid to move forward.

What if they really are here to cause trouble? What if he, the landlord, rashly goes over and gets mistaken for one of them?

So he called Fang Cheng.

"Xiao Fang, tell me the truth, did you use my shop as collateral for a loan?"

Fang Cheng looked completely bewildered: "Uncle Qi, what are you talking about? Even if I'm short of money, I wouldn't do something like that."

Uncle Qi stared at the group of people in the distance: "Then explain to me why there are so many people gathered in front of my shop?"

Su Fan knew that this was working.

He took the phone from Fang Cheng: "Uncle Qi, the property certificate is in your hands. We don't have the opportunity to mortgage it."

"Then what's going on? Don't try to fool me!" Uncle Qi demanded.

Su Fan's voice was calm and unhurried: "Uncle Qi, I've said it before, that jade has no affinity with you."

Uncle Qi was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Su Fan said, "Uncle Qi, have you ever considered that those people are here to spend money and pay rent?"

Uncle Qi looked at the group of people. Some were taking pictures in front of the door, some were peering through the window, and a few were gathered in a circle, as if they were discussing something.

"Are you really not here to cause trouble?"

Su Fan's voice came through the phone: "Whether it's true or not, we'll find out when we get back."

……

The phone hangs up.

Uncle Qi stood there, staring at the group of people, then looked down at his phone.

Just to be on the safe side, he decided to observe the situation further; otherwise, his old bones couldn't withstand any more stress.

On the way, Su Fan briefly discussed with Fang Cheng the idea of ​​using songs to attract customers to the bar.

Fang Cheng quickly logged into the short video platform, and after seeing the video, he was still somewhat incredulous: "You said you wrote this song for our little bar?"

Su Fan nodded.

Before Su Fan could say anything, Fang Cheng gestured for him to stop: "Wait a minute, let me catch my breath."

Throughout the journey, Fang Cheng remained lost in thought about Su Fan writing a song for the tavern.

As we approached the tavern, we could see a large, dark crowd gathered at the entrance from afar.

Fang Cheng paused for a moment.

Although he had some expectations, the scene before him still left him speechless.

There were at least seventy or eighty people at the entrance of the tavern. Some were taking pictures with their phones, some were peering through the windows, and others were chatting in small groups, like they were having a party.

Fang Cheng turned to look at Su Fan, his voice slightly unsteady: "Xiao Fan, tell me the truth, was this really caused by your song? Or did you mortgage Uncle Qi's house and now the creditors are knocking on your door?"

Su Fan chuckled at his words: "Brother Cheng, calm down, you need to get used to this kind of situation."

At this moment, Uncle Qi appeared out of nowhere: "You guys go first, I'll follow you later."

Su Fan looked at him and smiled, "Uncle Qi, it seems you lack trust in us."

Uncle Qi glared at him: "Get lost! Look at Xiao Fang, I'd be a fool to believe you."

Su Fan shook his head and recited: "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return."

After finishing reading, he stepped into the crowd with the same determination as Jing Ke, who attempted to assassinate the King of Qin.

Uncle Qi said from behind, "Look, I suspect this kid really did something that would incur divine and public wrath!"

Fang Cheng disregarded everything else and rushed out, walking ahead of Su Fan.

Uncle Qi said he would follow, but he didn't stop walking behind him either.

As soon as the three approached, someone in the crowd recognized them.

"Hey, isn't that the person in the video?"

"Which one?"

"That one! Su Fan! The one whose face appears at the end of the video!"

……

A commotion broke out in the crowd as several mobile phone cameras were simultaneously pointed at them.

Fang Cheng instinctively stepped in front of Su Fan, then said righteously, "Everyone, I'm the owner of this shop. If you have any problems, come at me."

Someone in the crowd said, "We're here to listen to music. Today is the 22nd. Wasn't there supposed to be a live version of 'Chengdu'?"

"Yeah, yeah, is there even a full version of that song? We've been waiting forever!"

……

Su Fan stepped forward and gestured downwards with his hand: "Everyone, please be patient. When we open for business tonight, I will sing 'Chengdu' in its entirety. Also, there will be a surprise performance tonight!"

"What Easter egg?" everyone immediately asked.

Su Fan laughed and said, "It'll be pointless to say it now; you'll find out tonight!"

This method of whetting appetite is indeed effective.

Su Fan thought to himself, "Look how I've managed to seduce all these people!"

The equations beside me were like a dream, hazy and confused.

Su Fan reminded him, "Brother Cheng, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and prepare enough drinks!"

Fang Cheng slapped his forehead: "Oh, right, right, right!"

Uncle Qi stood at the door, watching this scene, and shook his head with a mixture of helplessness and relief: "This kid actually managed to pull it off!"

As soon as the store door opened, people flooded in like a tide.

The sofas were full, the bar stools were full, and even the corner seat that was usually empty was occupied.

Later, when there was nowhere to sit, people stood, leaned against the wall, and took pictures of everything around them with their phones.

At this time, it's estimated that only small carts selling "sunflower seeds, peanuts, and mineral water" could be seen moving around on the train.

Fang Cheng was still somewhat dazed by the packed scene.

He never dreamed of such a grand occasion.

Even on its busiest days, the restaurant was only about half full after a year of operation.

What now?

There's barely enough room to stand.

He stood behind the bar, looking at the people in the room, and suddenly felt like laughing and crying at the same time.

Uncle Qi appeared beside him at some point, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Xiao Fang, don't just stand there, this is good news. It seems your younger brother is quite something!"

Fang Cheng gave an awkward yet polite smile.

Uncle Qi rolled up his sleeves: "Alright, I'll be your waiter today. You can handle anything!"

Fang Cheng slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, I almost messed up something important. Uncle Qi, could you keep an eye on things for me? I'll go get some people right now."

He took out his phone and started making a call.

"Xiao Li, have you found a job yet?"

"Not yet, Brother Cheng."

"Come back then. Come help out tonight, and we can talk about wages later."

"OK."

……

The second, the third, the fourth.

After making four or five phone calls, all three agreed to come over immediately.

When the others arrived, they were also stunned by the sight inside the store.

"Brother Cheng, did you invite some big star?"

The equation opened its mouth, unsure how to explain it.

He can't exactly say, "My brother wrote a song, posted it online, and then people came," can he?

Even he himself didn't quite believe it when he said it.

All he could say was, "Thank you all for your hard work today. We'll talk about the next steps once we're done."

The group nodded and got to work without saying a word.