A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Having dealt with Shen Yi'an, Su Fan handed over the rest to Fang Cheng.

When Fang Cheng received the notification, he was completely stunned.

Fang Cheng opened his mouth, wanting to ask Su Fan how he did it.

But he swallowed the words back and only said one word: "Okay."

Zhao Jie, who was standing nearby, asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen to Xiao Fan?"

Unable to contain his excitement, Fang Cheng said, "It's not that he's in trouble, it's that we're in trouble!"

"What is it?"

"Great news! Absolutely fantastic news!"

……

When Fang Cheng recounted what had happened, Zhao Jie was stunned.

He couldn't understand how Su Fan had done it.

The rest was handled by the equation.

Therefore, he specifically registered a new business license and added Su Fan's name to the shareholder column.

Regardless of whether Su Fan wanted it or not, he gave him 50% of the shares.

This time, he didn't consult with Su Fan and just did it.

He knew Su Fan would push it away, so he simply didn't give him the chance.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Lantern Festival.

The studio of Sichuan TV was brightly lit.

The Lantern Festival Gala is being broadcast live.

The stage lights were dazzling and ever-changing, and singing, dancing, crosstalk, and acrobatics took turns on stage, drawing wave after wave of applause.

Audience members who bought tickets to the show didn't put down their phones from the very beginning.

They took pictures of the stage, the celebrities, and even the ticket stubs in their hands.

After taking the photos, they posted them one after another on their WeChat Moments.

They were afraid others wouldn't know they were there.

Those who couldn't get tickets stayed in front of their TVs, their screens locked on Sichuan TV.

The staff backstage stared intently at the viewership ratings monitor, their eyes growing wider and wider.

The data skyrocketed.

From 1.2 to 1.8.

From 1.8 to 2.2.

It jumped from 2.2 to 2.5.

The staff responsible for monitoring thought they had misread the page, refreshed it, and the number remained stable at 2.5.

He turned to the supervisor beside him and said, "Brother Wang, the ratings are 2.5!"

The supervisor was drinking water and almost choked. He leaned over to take a look and his eyes widened in disbelief.

You need to know what the number 2.5 means.

Among provincial satellite TV channels, this viewership rating is already at a top-tier level.

Sichuan TV can barely be considered a second-tier channel.

With such high viewership ratings, how could they not be excited?

The station's leaders sat in front of the large screen in their office. After seeing this data, their smiles were more uncontrollable than an AK's.

Actually, the reason for this viewership rating is not hard to guess.

The song "One Meat, One Vegetable" started gaining traction after a video of it was recorded on a mobile phone on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and even after half a month, there has still been no official version released.

Those who want to listen can't find the resources and can only listen to the video on their phones repeatedly.

This feeling of hunger persisted until the night of the Lantern Festival Gala.

Another reason is that throughout the Spring Festival, whenever someone mentions the song written for mothers on the Spring Festival Gala, someone will inevitably compare it to "One Meat and One Vegetable".

The two songs were compared over and over again, and the more they were compared, the more popular they became, and the more curious people became.

Television stations and cultural and tourism bureaus across the country almost all had people watching Sichuan Satellite TV tonight.

During this period, Sichuan Province has been reaping wave after wave of traffic thanks to Su Fan.

It can be said that Sichuan Province has made every move perfectly, and every step it has taken is the envy of many.

Seeing this grand occasion, the cultural and tourism bureaus of other provinces felt so envious they could pickle sauerkraut.

Wei Zhirang from Qin Province sat on the sofa at home with the TV on, broadcasting a program from Sichuan Satellite TV.

His wife was knitting nearby. Noticing his pale face, she asked, "What's wrong?"

He waved his hand without saying a word.

He felt a tightness in his chest.

This is not your average traffic jam.

It's the kind of situation where crops grown on your own land are harvested by your neighbor.

Su Fan is from Qin Province. The song "One Meat and One Vegetable" was sung in an orphanage in Qin Province, but the premiere performance was in Sichuan Province.

He dared not think about it; he couldn't sleep if he did.

The leaders of Qin Province TV Station felt the same way at that moment.

Meanwhile, in a farmhouse in Northeast China, the Lantern Festival is being celebrated in a lively atmosphere.

The kang (heated brick bed) inside the house was warm, and the whole family sat around the television. On the kang table were melon seeds, peanuts, and oranges.

Qin Shen sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand, cracking them open with a loud cracking sound.

He glanced at the TV program, then at his uncle sitting upright beside him, and couldn't help but mutter, "Uncle, what's so interesting about this? We might as well watch something from our local TV station; at least we could watch Errenzhuan (a type of folk opera)."

Qin Shen's uncle, Qin Mingdong, who is in his fifties and is the deputy director of the county's Culture and Tourism Bureau, didn't even turn his head, his eyes fixed on the screen, and said, "What do you know? Just watch."

Qin Shen's aunt, Qin Mingnan, sat next to him, peeling an orange and smiling as she said, "Right now, Sichuan Province is the most popular in the country's cultural and tourism industry. Your uncle is doing this for work, so he has to learn from them and study how they do it and how it became so popular."

Qin Shen scoffed, "What's there to learn from? Sichuan Province became popular because of a guy named Su Fan, didn't it? If Uncle is capable, he could just invite him over directly, right?"

Qin Mingdong turned his head and glared at him: "What do you know? What's the use of inviting him? Without corresponding works, it's a waste of time. Just look at Qin Province. Su Fan is from Qin Province, but Qin Province's Culture and Tourism Bureau still couldn't get him to produce any suitable works. It's not enough to just have people; you need to have something to show for it."

Qin Shen seemed to remember something and said, "Let me tell you, when I went to Qin Province before the New Year, I met a brother on the train. His name is also Su Fan, but he's not a singer. He's my colleague; we both work in the funeral industry."

No one in the room took his words seriously.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Qin Shen felt bored and got up to go to the toilet.

Just then, the TV program changed.

The host walked onto the stage, his voice clear and bright: "Next, let's welcome Su Fan to the stage."

The camera shifts, and a young man walks out from the side of the stage.

The host stood next to Su Fan, smiling, and asked, "Su Fan, we heard that this song, 'One Meat, One Vegetable,' was written for your closest person. Can you tell us, who is he to you?"

Su Fan said, "This song was written for Aunt Liu at the orphanage."

"Then you are...?"

"I am an orphan."

The host said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Su Fan said calmly, "It's nothing. I don't think I'm unfortunate. Not just me, no one in the orphanage feels that they are so miserable. On the contrary, we are very lucky. We have Aunt Liu who raised us, and we have brothers and sisters in the orphanage who help each other. All we have gained along the way is luck."

The host then said, "Aunt Liu must be a very great person. She gave you all her love and a home. This kindness is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea."

Su Fan didn't reply, but simply nodded slightly.

The host turned to the camera and said, "Now, let's dedicate this song, 'One Meat, One Vegetable,' to Aunt Liu, and also to all mothers in the world—those rough hands that have toiled their whole lives at the stove, those hunched backs that set out one meat and one vegetable dish on the small square table, those silent figures standing at the village entrance gazing at the road after their children have gone far away. This song is for you!"