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The song ended.

The bar was deathly silent, with only the sound of the rain pouring down outside.

Jiang Ye opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath. The heavy weight in his heart seemed to have been lifted a little by this song.

He put down his guitar and casually took his phone out of his pocket.

While he was singing, he inexplicably turned on the video recording function, placed his phone on the bar counter, and recorded a short video of himself singing the chorus.

The video was dimly lit, revealing only his broad shoulders in a black leather jacket and his sharply defined jawline that exuded an air of cold ruthlessness. Combined with his husky, weathered voice, it created an atmosphere of unparalleled intensity.

Jiang Ye opened the software called SKY, and without even thinking of a title, directly uploaded the video.

After sending the message, he tossed his phone onto the bar counter, slumped onto the table, and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Ye slept exceptionally soundly that night.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already noon the next day.

The torrential rain outside had stopped, and sunlight streamed through the bar's small windows, filling the air with the fresh scent of damp earth after the rain.

Jiang Ye rubbed his throbbing temples and sat up from the bar.

The owner wasn't behind the bar; there was a glass of warm water and two hangover pills on the table. Jiang Ye picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp, feeling much better in his dry throat.

He picked up the phone on the table and pressed the power button.

The moment the screen lit up, Jiang Ye's phone froze!

It took a good ten seconds for the phone to return to normal. Immediately afterwards, countless message notification sounds blared like a machine gun!

"Ding ding ding ding ding—!"

Jiang Ye frowned and opened the SKY software.

He was completely stunned.

The video of him casually singing and playing an instrument that he posted last night has gone viral!

The number of likes immediately exceeded 100,000! The comment section was flooded with tens of thousands of comments! The number of private messages in the backend was over 999,000, which was impossible to keep up with!

Jiang Ye casually scrolled through a few comments, all of which were crazy messages from netizens.

"Holy crap! That husky voice is amazing! It's so good it's like my ears are pregnant!"

"This is a true soul singer! A million times better than those pretty boys who can only whine and strain their voices!"

"I stumbled upon this video late at night, and it completely broke me. What has this guy been through to sing with such a sense of despair and vicissitude?"

"The God of Pure Love collapsed to the ground! This is definitely a tough guy with a story, heartbroken by a scumbag woman!"

"Please show your face, bro! Please start a live stream, bro! I'll send you rockets!"

"Waaaaah, after crossing the hill, I found no one waiting. The clown is myself—these lyrics are so heartbreaking!"

Jiang Ye looked at these comments and a helpless, cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He doesn't care about internet celebrities or the adoration from netizens. He just uses this place as a dumping ground for his emotions.

He opened his personal homepage and found that his number of followers had skyrocketed by more than 50,000 overnight! And the number was still jumping wildly at a visible speed.

Jiang Ye immediately turned off the software's notification permissions and put his phone back in his pocket.

The noise on the internet is irrelevant to him; all he wants now is to rest for a few days in this quiet ancient town.

For the next two days, Jiang Ye stayed in the "Nameless Guy" bar.

The owner, named Lao Zhao, was a man of few words but very honest. Jiang Ye would sit at the bar every day, drinking, smoking, and occasionally strumming his old guitar. Lao Zhao never chased him away, and the two enjoyed this rare tranquility like old friends who had known each other for years.

Jiang Ye really liked the atmosphere this bar had. There was no stench of money, no scheming women, only pure alcohol and lonely souls.

However, trouble always seems to find its way in.

The afternoon of the third day.

Jiang Ye was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting, while Lao Zhao was wiping wine glasses behind the bar.

"Bang--!"

The bar's already rickety wooden door was violently kicked open from the outside!

The loud noise shattered the tranquility of the bar.

Jiang Ye suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly becoming sharp.

A fat man with a beer belly and a thick gold necklace swaggered in. Behind him were four thugs with dyed yellow hair and cheap tattoos all over their arms.

The moment this group entered, they brought with them an arrogant and domineering air, completely ruining the originally quiet atmosphere of the bar.

"Old Zhao! Stop wiping that damn cup of yours! Get out here right now!" The fat man with the gold chain walked to the bar, slammed his fist on the table, and shouted loudly.

Old Zhao put down his cup, his face turning somewhat grim. He forced a smile and stepped out from behind the bar.

"Boss Wang, what brings you here? It's not rent due yet," Old Zhao said with a smile.

It turns out that the fat man with the gold chain is the landlord of this bar.

"Don't you dare try to get on my good side!" Boss Wang spat on the ground, his face contorted with rage. "I'm here today to inform you that starting next month, the rent for this shop is going up! It'll double!"

"What?! Double the price?!" Old Zhao exclaimed in shock, hurriedly saying, "Boss Wang, we signed a contract back then, it's all written down clearly in black and white, how can you just raise the price like that? Besides, you've seen how bad business is at my bar, I barely see a few customers a day, where am I supposed to get that much money to pay the rent?!"

"Contract? My word is law!" Boss Wang laughed arrogantly. "Now that the ancient town is being developed, there are more and more tourists, and the rent for shops outside has already skyrocketed. For me to rent this shop to a piece of trash like you is a complete waste! Let me tell you, someone has their eye on this place and is planning to buy it to open a trendy milk tea shop. They're offering three times what you're offering!"

Boss Wang pointed at Old Zhao's nose and threatened viciously, "I'm telling you right now, either you pay double the rent right now, or you pack your bags and get out of here! If you dare to say a word against it, I'll smash up this lousy shop!"

The group of blond-haired thugs standing behind Boss Wang immediately understood. They grabbed the wooden chairs and empty bottles next to them, weighed them in their hands, and stared at Old Zhao with fierce expressions.

"Hey old man, did you hear me? Hurry up and pay up! Otherwise, we'll loosen your bones today!" a blond-haired guy shouted arrogantly.

Old Zhao trembled slightly as he looked at the group of fierce-looking thugs.

He turned his head, glanced at the old decorations in the bar, and then at the dusty guitar, his eyes filled with despair and reluctance.