A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Faced with everyone's questions, Cao Zhi explained, "It was recorded live. The singer's name is Su Fan. He only sang these two songs in that small bar. The official version hasn't been released yet."

"Why?" several people asked in unison.

Cao Zhi said, "I heard it's to attract customers to that little tavern."

Someone muttered under their breath, "Using two songs of this caliber to attract customers to a small bar? Is this guy out of his mind?"

Qi Tongwei asked, "Is it possible to find out which entertainment company he works for?"

Cao Zhi shook his head: "I checked, but there's no such person. I searched the entire internet, and there's no record of them. It seems they haven't signed with any company."

Qi Tongwei's eyes lit up: "So, we can directly contact this guy named Su Fan now."

If Su Fan belongs to an entertainment company, then making contact with them would be a bit troublesome.

Putting aside whether the other party will make exorbitant demands, the business process itself is incredibly time-consuming.

So everyone was excited when they heard that Su Fan hadn't joined any entertainment company.

However, Cao Zhi said, "But we don't know who Su Fan is either. The whole internet is looking for him. He sang those two songs and then disappeared."

The meeting room fell silent again.

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions a bit complicated.

He became famous.

The song became a hit

It's trending on social media.

Tourists have arrived.

As a result, the person involved disappeared.

Qi Tongwei leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, muttering, "Yulin Road...the little tavern..."

Then, he suddenly stood up, grabbed his coat, and walked out.

I'm going out for a bit!

Before anyone in the room could react, he had already left.

As he left the conference room, Qi Tongwei took out his phone and dialed a number.

But the phone displayed the message: "The number you dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later..."

He frowned, hung up, and dialed again.

Still turning it off.

He put his phone in his pocket and strode towards the parking lot.

The car made several turns and eventually entered an old residential area near Yulin Road.

Qi Tongwei parked his car, went upstairs, walked to a door, and knocked loudly.

After knocking for quite a while, there was finally a response from inside.

The person who opened the door was none other than Uncle Qi, the landlord of the tavern.

Qi Tongwei pushed the door open and went in: "Uncle, why is your phone off? And why did it take you so long to open the door after I knocked?"

Uncle Qi yawned: "I was at a bar last night and got back late, so I slept in a bit longer."

"How old are you? Do you really think you're still young? Look at any old man who goes to bars and ends up like you."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Qi remembered what Su Fan had said yesterday, and immediately scolded, "Shut up, what is it? Speak!"

Qi Tongwei cut straight to the point: "Uncle, I remember that little bar on Yulin Road belonged to you, didn't it?"

Uncle Qi nodded: "Yes."

Qi Tongwei sat down next to him: "That's good. Do you know that boss?"

Uncle Qi looked at him like he was a fool: "My shop, do you think I know the owner? Otherwise, who would I sign a contract with?"

"Do you know the young man who sang in his shop yesterday?"

"You mean that kid Su Fan?"

Qi Tongwei's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, that's him! Can you help me get in touch with him?"

Uncle Qi glanced at him: "What do you want with him?"

So Qi Tongwei recounted what had happened.

After hearing this, Uncle Qi exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't expect that kid to cause such a commotion!"

Qi Tongwei said urgently, "Uncle, please take me to see him quickly. My political achievements this year, and even for the next few years, depend on him."

Uncle Qi waved his hand: "What's the rush? It's lunchtime, let's eat first."

"You can eat anytime, but people..."

Uncle Qi interrupted, "I'm an old man who didn't get enough sleep until 2 a.m. yesterday. Those two young people are probably still asleep right now."

Qi Tongwei opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

That makes sense. It's mealtime, and if the person isn't awake, there's no use in rushing them.

He followed behind Uncle Qi: "Okay, let's eat first."

At this moment, Su Fan is suffering from the torment of the equation.

"Xiao Fan! Xiao Fan, wake up! You're famous! Do you even know you're famous?!"

Su Fan opened her eyes a crack, glanced at him, and then closed them again.

"Brother Cheng, let me sleep for a while."

Fang Cheng yanked the blanket off him: "What are you sleeping for! Look at your phone! The whole internet is looking for you! You're going to be a big star!"

Su Fan rolled over and covered his head with the pillow: "What big star or not, sleeping is the only right thing to do."

"Get up! We need to celebrate!"

"Brother Cheng, please spare me. Besides, we're sure to have a lot of customers today. If I don't get enough sleep now, how will I have the energy tonight?"

"I feel very energetic right now, I feel like I could go three days and three nights without sleeping and be fine."

"I'm impressed!"

After saying that, Su Fan pulled the blanket over his head and ignored him.

Just as Fang Cheng was about to reach out to pull, his phone rang.

He picked it up and glanced at it; it was an unfamiliar number. He answered.

"Feed?"

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Mr. Fang, this is Wang Chuan from Xinghan Entertainment. Excuse me for bothering you, but I'd like to ask you about someone. Do you know Su Fan?"

Upon hearing that it was an entertainment company calling, Fang Cheng's eyes lit up: "Yes, we know them."

"Could you please give me his contact information?"

"He was right next to me, so I let him answer the phone."

Fang Cheng yanked the blanket off Su Fan and shoved the phone to his ear: "Quick! The entertainment company wants to see you!"

Su Fan was forced to answer the phone, his voice thick with morning grumpiness: "Hello, who is it?"

"Hello Mr. Su, I'm Wang Chuan from Xinghan Entertainment. I listened to two of your songs last night, and they were incredibly moving. To be honest, I haven't heard such touching original works in a long time..."

Su Fan said bluntly, "Let's get down to business."

Wang Chuan paused for a moment, but still said, "I'm calling to ask if you'd be interested in talking to me. I'd really like to sign you, help you with your professional music planning, and get you on a bigger stage."

Fang Cheng frantically winked at him and exaggeratedly mouthed, "Say yes!"

Su Fan glanced at him and said into the phone, "Not interested."

Fang Cheng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Wang Chuan paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, then laughed: "Mr. Su, you're joking. You probably don't know much about Xinghan. We're one of the top entertainment companies in the country. If we sign you, we can help you release albums, appear on shows, hold concerts, and make you a real star!"

Su Fan yawned: "Didn't I say I'm not interested in these things? You should find someone else."

Wang Chuan became a little anxious: "Mr. Su, you may not understand this industry very well. Without the support of a company, it is difficult to go far by going it alone. We really believe in your talent, which is why we took the initiative to contact you. Many people would kill for this opportunity."

Su Fan scoffed, "You can't even get it by begging? Then go find those who can get it by begging. Also, don't try to scare me or make empty promises. I don't buy that."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, tossed the phone to Fang Cheng, and pulled the blanket over himself again.

Fang Cheng stamped his feet anxiously: "Xiao Fan! That's Xinghan! It's an entertainment company that can help you become a big star. You're just rejecting it like that? Isn't that a bit hasty?"