A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

After leaving home, Ye Xuan went to a bar.

Jiang Xiangdong saw him coming and said, "Xuanzi, isn't today Grandpa Ye's birthday? Why aren't you staying at home? What are you doing here?"

Ye Xuan plopped down on the sofa and said, "It's just a meal, and now it's over. Do you think I'm going to stay there?"

Han Wentao said, "I thought your dad was going to give you a lecture."

Ye Xuan poured himself a glass of wine, downed it in one gulp, put down the glass and said, "My parents had something to do and left a while ago, otherwise I really might not have been able to get out."

Jiang Xiangdong poured him another glass, then raised his own glass and clinked it against his: "Come on, let's drink."

They each took a sip. Ye Xuan put down his glass, then suddenly turned to Han Wentao and said, "Brother Han, what's going on with your brother? Why did he give up that bar? I was planning to invest some money there."

Han Wentao replied nonchalantly, "Who knows what that kid did? It's just a small bar, so let it go. It doesn't matter."

Ye Xuan said, "This isn't just about a bar. That guy surnamed Su is making a fortune. My second uncle and cousin even mentioned him today."

Jiang Xiangdong raised an eyebrow and leaned back on the sofa: "It seems this kid has indeed caused quite a stir; even your second uncle knows about it."

Ye Xuan snorted: "So what? You'll still have to work for me in the future."

He said this with an air of self-righteous arrogance, as if he were talking about something that had been destined long ago.

Han Wentao glanced at him, his lips twitching slightly, whether in a smile or something else was unclear: "How can you be so sure he'll join you? I've heard that all sorts of entertainment companies, big and small, want to sign him. Your family isn't the only one."

Ye Xuan said confidently, "He's pursuing a career in cultural tourism. In all of China, only our company can give him the greatest scope to develop his talents. If he doesn't come here, where else can he go?"

Jiang Xiangdong interjected, "Putting aside the cultural tourism sector, his works are top-notch. He doesn't necessarily have to pursue that path. What if he doesn't like your company and goes to someone else?"

Ye Xuan sneered, "Then he's just being stubborn and refusing to listen to reason. Does this actor, who's just waiting to be sold, really think he's some kind of asset? I have plenty of ways to make him back down."

Han Wentao picked up his wine glass and said slowly, "You've forgotten, haven't you? Qu Feiming is his teacher now, and he's someone who can speak for himself in the industry."

Ye Xuan didn't take it seriously: "The master-disciple relationships in the entertainment industry are the most unreliable. When nothing goes wrong, they call it mutual success, but when something goes wrong, the first people to sever ties are the closest ones."

Jiang Xiangdong didn't respond to that, but just smiled and refilled Ye Xuan's glass with wine: "Alright, let's not talk about him anymore. Xuanzi, if you ever sign him, remember to bring him over and have him sing a few songs for us in person."

Ye Xuan picked up his glass and clinked it with Jiang Xiangdong's: "That's for sure, we'll let him sing his fill then."

……

Su Fan had no idea what those second-generation rich kids were saying about him behind his back.

He slept until he naturally woke up, packed his luggage, and drove to Qin Province.

Because Wei Zhiran was provoked again after watching the live stream last night.

Then, disregarding the time, he directly called Pan Lei and ordered him to bring Su Fan back.

Left with no other option, Pan Lei had to call Su Fan.

Su Fan felt it was time to go back, after all, there were still a lot of things to do there.

So, early the next morning, he got on the highway.

When I arrived home, the car had just come to a stop when the gate to the yard was pushed open.

Pan Lei strode in, followed by Pan Wengang.

As soon as Pan Lei entered the door, he said, "You're finally back. I've been taking the pressure off Director Wei these past few days. He calls every few days to urge me on, and I'm almost afraid to answer his calls."

Su Fan said somewhat innocently, "I just don't understand. It's just a loan, why do I have to go? I'm not some kind of official."

Pan Lei glared at him: "Are you just playing dumb with me? How could you not know why? Let me tell you, Director Wei is in a very precarious position right now, with you putting him on the hot seat. Think about it, you've caused such a stir in Sichuan, Jiangxi, and Northeast China, but your own hometown hasn't even made a ripple. What are people saying about you behind your back?"

"Uncle Pan, you can't just say things like that. How could I possibly have the ability to influence Director Wei? Weren't those things all just coincidences? Creativity relies on inspiration; otherwise, why would I be running around?"

"Do you know that because of this, Director Wei was called in for a talk by his superiors, who said he wasn't doing his job properly. People who don't know the situation might think he offended you, Master Su. You're always causing trouble elsewhere. Aren't you just trying to make him look bad? If you had even one work in Qin Province, you could go wherever you want and nobody would be talking behind your back."

"Is it that serious? Actually, I've already prepared a song."

Upon hearing this, Pan Lei's eyes lit up: "Really? When will it be released?"

Su Fan turned to look at Pan Wengang: "You'll have to ask your Gangzi about that. I plan to bring it out when the tavern opens."

Pan Lei immediately turned to Pan Wengang, his face darkening: "Did you hear me? Go back and work overtime to get this done. If you dare to slack off, see how I deal with you!"

Pan Wengang shrank back: "They're already working overtime. If you don't believe me, go ask Brother Jie. He's at the construction site every day keeping an eye on things."

Su Fan started to stir up trouble: "Then why aren't you at the construction site? What are you doing here? Slacking off?"

Pan Wengang quickly replied, "No way, I just needed to talk to you about something."

"What's up?"

"It's about... the project payment." Pan Wengang's voice trailed off, and he glanced at Pan Lei.

Su Fan frowned: "What? Didn't Brother Cheng give it to you?"

Pan Wengang quickly waved his hand: "Yes, yes, it's all been given according to the schedule."

"Then why did you contact me?"

Pan Wengang stammered, "I was just wondering if I could ask you, Brother Fan, if I could get a little advance?"

Su Fan didn't reply, but glanced at Pan Lei.

Pan Lei snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and turned his face to the side: "Let him say it himself."

Pan Wengang honestly confessed: "I've paid all the progress payments Brother Cheng gave me to the craftsmen. I used the rest to pay off my online loans and credit cards, but it's still not enough. Now the online loans have started collecting debts."

Su Fan thought for a moment and said, "Then how about this, I'll give you part of the money for my house renovation first, so you can use it to plug the hole in your online loans."

Pan Wengang exclaimed with delight, "Thank you so much, Brother Fan! I'll start working on your house right away!"

Su Fan waved his hand: "Don't rush. Take care of things at the tavern first before you deal with this place. Otherwise, I'm afraid Uncle Pan will use Director Wei to pressure me again."

He glanced at Pan Lei, a smile playing on his lips.

Pan Lei snorted: "Didn't you hear me? Start with the tavern!"

Pan Wengang nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

He turned to leave, then stopped, turned back and asked Su Fan, "Brother Fan, what about the money...?"

"I'll transfer it to you tomorrow."

"Alright!" Pan Wengang grinned and jogged out of the yard.

Pan Lei sighed as he watched his son's retreating figure, then said, "You're coming to the city with me tomorrow. Remember to bring the proposal you made."

Su Fan's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't even started writing the financial calculations for the Mawei Post Station loan plan.

But he didn't dare to say it directly, because he was afraid that Pan Lei would have a heart attack if he found out.

So he nodded without changing his expression, and said firmly, "Don't worry, Uncle Pan, everything is ready."

Pan Lei was relieved and said, "That's good. By the way, it's almost lunchtime, so don't cook. Come eat at home; your aunt has already prepared it."

Su Fan thought to himself, "I still need to work on the proposal, so I won't be able to have this meal."

Thinking this to himself, he said aloud, "Uncle Pan, no need, I ate at the service area on my way back."

Seeing this, Pan Lei stopped insisting.

Before leaving, Pan Lei said to Su Fan, "Xiao Fan, thanks for Gangzi's matter!"