A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Haiyang, unable to contain his excitement, asked, "Did you have an inspiration?"

Since we've come this far, even if we don't have inspiration, we have to say we do.

So Su Fan nodded.

Zhou Haiyang didn't try to persuade him any further. Instead, he turned to the others present and said, "We can't delay the artist's creation. Come on, I'll drink Xiao Fan's wine for him."

As he spoke, he picked up the glass of wine in front of Su Fan and downed it in one gulp.

The officials from the Culture and Tourism Bureau looked at each other in bewilderment, but since the director had spoken, who would dare to hold a grudge against Su Fan?

One by one, they expressed their opinions.

"Yes, yes, we can't let it interfere with our creative work!"

"Inspiration is something you can't force, so jot it down quickly!"

"You can drink alcohol anytime, but inspiration doesn't come all the time!"

……

Everyone started offering their opinions, urging Su Fan not to drink.

Taking the opportunity, Su Fan stood up, picked up his teacup, and toasted everyone with tea instead of wine: "Distinguished leaders, please excuse me for a moment, and I will apologize to you all later."

Just then, Qin Shen strolled over from another table with a wine glass in his hand and said, "Brother Fan, let's drink until we drop tonight."

Qin Mingdong quickly stepped forward and scolded, "Get lost! What's this got to do with you?"

Qin Shen was completely bewildered. Why was he being scolded just for offering a toast?

He stood there, looking wronged, not knowing what he had done wrong.

Qin Shen muttered, "I just wanted to have a drink with my brother Fan, what's wrong with that..."

At this moment, Zhou Haiyang waved to Qin Shen: "Xiao Shen, come, come, sit here. Your brother Fan has gone to do something, I'll keep you company with a drink."

Qin Shen didn't hesitate, picked up his wine glass, walked over, and sat down in the spot where Su Fan had just been.

Qin Mingdong stood to the side, wanting to stop him but not daring to, wringing his hands anxiously.

Zhou Haiyang poured Qin Shen a glass of wine, filled his own glass, and raised his glass: "Come on, Xiao Shen, let's have a drink. It's your great-grandfather's 100th birthday celebration. As his great-grandson, you should drink."

Qin Shen picked up his wine glass and downed it in one gulp.

Once they started, they couldn't stop.

Qin Shen has lived in Northeast China for nearly thirty years and considers himself to have a good capacity for alcohol.

But today he experienced for the first time what the gluttony of Northeasterners is all about.

Zhou Haiyang looked like he had drunk at least a pound and a half of liquor, but his face didn't even turn red. He spoke clearly and his hands didn't shake when he picked up food.

As for Qin Shen, after drinking what seemed like the umpteenth cup, his eyes began to glaze over and his tongue started to curl.

Under the influence of alcohol, Qin Shen insisted on waking up his second great-grandfather to drink.

"Second Grandfather, let me tell you, I've been wanting to drink that wine of my eldest uncle's for a long time. Please get up, I'll have a few drinks with you!"

Everyone in the audience was completely dumbfounded.

Grandpa Qin looked at his drunk grandson, his lips twitching, unsure whether he wanted to laugh or scold him.

Qin Shen's father was the first to react. He jumped up from his chair and rushed to Qin Shen, dragging him out with a combination of pulling and tugging.

Qin Shen tripped over something and stumbled as his father dragged him outside, still calling out, "Second Grandfather... don't go... we haven't drunk the wine yet..."

The next morning, just after Su Fan finished washing up, a black SUV was parked at the gate of the courtyard.

A young man in his twenties got out of the driver's seat.

He walked up to Su Fan, extended his hand, and said, "Mr. Su, hello, my name is Xu Xin. I'll show you around for the next few days. Just tell me where you want to go."

Su Fan glanced at him, knowing perfectly well that this was arranged by Zhou Haiyang.

He extended his hand and shook hands with Xu Xin, smiling as he said, "Brother Xu, no need to be so polite. Just call me Xiao Fan. I can manage on my own. No need to trouble you..."

Xu Xin quickly waved his hand: "No trouble at all, it's my duty. Besides, being a driver for a big star is something I can brag about for a year when I get back."

Su Fan smiled and didn't refuse again.

Qin Shen got drunk yesterday, and apparently he was carried back home and is still asleep.

Moreover, the funeral will last for seven days, and as a great-grandson, he will be busy for the next few days, so it is indeed inconvenient for him to stay with the family the whole time.

Su Fan didn't want to disturb the people who were doing their business, and with Xu Xin leading the way, it was much easier.

Su Fan thought for a moment and asked, "Brother Xu, do you know where around here I can buy some local mountain products?"

"What do you want to buy? I grew up on the edge of the forest area, and I know those channels for buying mountain products like the back of my hand."

"Wild ginseng, the older the better, I want to give it to the elderly in my family to nourish their bodies."

Xu Xin looked a little troubled: "These are hard to find now. A dozen years ago, you could still find them, but now most of the good quality ones on the market are wild ginseng grown in forests. Wild ginseng is becoming less and less common every year. You really have to rely on luck to buy some."

"Are there any places that specialize in selling these things? Let's try our luck. If we can't find anything good, we can buy some other mountain products."

"Yes! I'll take you to a place, a market where mountain herders sell their goods. When the old herders come down from the mountains, they bring all their good stuff there. Outsiders don't know about that place; only we locals know about it."

"Okay, let's go now."

……

The car drove out of the village and onto the national highway.

Xu Xin drives very steadily, never cutting in front of others or speeding; he's clearly used to driving for superiors.

Su Fan was a talkative person, and the two quickly became acquainted.

As they approached their destination, Xu Xin said, "Brother Fan, can I bring my equipment? You know I'm here on a mission. Director Zhou instructed me to come with you and shoot some footage to make a promotional video or something. If it's inconvenient for you, I don't have to film it."

Su Fan knew that Xu Xin wanted to shoot some footage, or rather, do a live stream, with the aim of getting him to generate some traffic and promote Harbin.

This was also the task assigned to him by the bureau.

Su Fan said, "Brother Xu, there's no need to go to so much trouble. I'll record a song later, and you can just use that to get by. It'll be more useful than shooting ten days' worth of footage."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xin slammed on the brakes, and the car jerked violently.

He turned to look at Su Fan, his mouth agape, his eyes wide, and exclaimed excitedly, "Really? You're not kidding me, are you?"

Why would I comfort you? It's not like you have to pay for it.

Xu Xin took a deep breath, parked the car on the side of the road, turned around, and said to Su Fan earnestly, "Brother Fan, I really love the songs you write. Seriously, I've listened to 'One Meat, One Vegetable' more than ten times. My mom listens to it too, and she cries every time she listens to it. If you can write a song for Harbin, I'll treat you to a month's worth of iron pot stew."

Su Fan waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go buy some goods first. As long as we can buy some good stuff today, I'll do anything, even two songs."

In fact, Su Fan had already decided what kind of song he wanted to write yesterday.

After all, he used that as an excuse to avoid drinking.

In addition, there was another reason why he wanted to write songs: he thought Zhou Haiyang was a good person.

The director of the municipal culture and tourism bureau was down-to-earth, sitting on the same bench with ordinary people drinking together. He spoke frankly and didn't use any tricks when drinking.

He liked this forthright personality.

Of course, given his connection with Qi Tongwei, he was happy to help.