Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

The stage lights were still dazzling and glaring, but at this moment they were like scalpels, mercilessly cutting into the young man standing in the center.

On the big screen, the two red and blue bars were sharply contrasting, like a huge slap in the face to everyone.

Eight hundred thousand versus eighty million.

This is the difference between the aesthetics of capital and the aesthetics of the masses.

Holding the microphone, Lu Jingyan walked step by step from the side stage to the center of the stage. His leather shoes made a dull sound on the polished floor, each step seeming to pound on Kun Kun's heartbeat.

The man who had just been so arrogant and basking in the cheers of the crowd, now trembled all over.

The thick foundation had been washed away by cold sweat, leaving several deep lines, and the black eyeliner had smudged, making him look like a clown who had just cried.

"Is this the center position you chose?"

Lu Jingyan stood next to Kun Kun, the two of them were quite a bit shorter, and their auras were worlds apart.

He didn't look at Kun Kun, but instead raised his head and looked at the audience seats that were now completely silent, as well as the countless live broadcast cameras facing the stage.

"No talent required, no effort required, not even..."

Lu Jingyan turned his head and looked at Kun Kun's face, which looked somewhat rough after the beauty filter was removed.

"You don't even need a face that's worthy of the audience."

"As long as you have a good father and enough money, even a lump of mud can be elevated to a pedestal and receive the worship of thousands."

Those words were too harsh.

It directly tore away the last fig leaf of the entertainment industry.

Kun Kun's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground. He instinctively covered his face, not wanting the camera to capture his embarrassing state.

"No...that's not it...I tried my best..."

He pleaded, his voice trembling with tears, coming through the microphone, high-pitched like a chicken whose neck had been stepped on, "I practice dancing until four in the morning every day! I'm doing this for my dream..."

"Shut up."

Lu Jingyan coldly interrupted him, "Your efforts are just to get your dad to spend 50 million to buy you votes? Your dream is to use fraudulent means to swindle breakfast money from underage girls?"

"I..." Kun Kun was speechless.

Just then, a furious roar suddenly came from the direction of the VIP room.

"How dare you! Who gave you permission to go up there! Security! Where are the security guards?! Drag him down!"

A middle-aged man with a large belly and a face full of scars rushed to the edge of the stage.

He wore a thick gold chain around his neck and a jade bracelet full of green on his wrist; his whole being screamed "nouveau riche".

The biggest sponsor of this program is also Kun Kun's biological father, coal boss Zhao Daqiang.

Zhao Daqiang was furious.

In order to make his good-for-nothing son famous, he spent half of his family's savings, finally managed to bribe the director and get the data sorted out, and it seemed that he was about to debut in the center position and bring glory to his ancestors.

But then a Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared out of nowhere?

"You little cop, do you know who I am?"

Zhao Daqiang pointed at Lu Jingyan's nose, spitting as he spoke, "I'm the sponsor of this show! I paid for this stage! My son can stand wherever he wants! Who gives you the right to tell him what to do?"

Lu Jingyan looked at the man bouncing around like a ball of flesh in the audience, and instead of getting angry, he laughed.

"Mr. Zhao, you've come at the perfect time."

Lu Jingyan walked to the edge of the stage and looked down at him, "So I don't have to send anyone to arrest you again."

"Arrest me? What right do you have to arrest me? Do I have money to break the law?" Zhao Daqiang was still shouting.

"Having money is not illegal, but using money for commercial fraud is illegal."

Lu Jingyan took the arrest warrant out of his pocket, unfolded it, and showed it to Zhao Daqiang.

"Zhao Daqiang, you are suspected of colluding with the program team to induce consumers to make fraudulent purchases by modifying backend data and fabricating voting results. The amount involved is particularly large."

"At the same time, we are also investigating the tax and safety issues of the coal mines under your name. Believe me, you'll be in there long enough for your grandson to be born."

Zhao Daqiang's expression froze instantly.

His arrogant face turned deathly pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No...it's impossible...I have connections..."

I don't know if you have anyone above you, but I do know that you're about to be left without anyone below you.

Lu Jingyan waved his hand.

Zhao Tiezhu, who had been lying in ambush on the side platform, rushed up with two special police officers and, without saying a word, pinned Zhao Daqiang to the ground.

"Ouch! Be gentle! My hand! My jade bracelet!"

Zhao Daqiang's screams echoed throughout the venue through the microphone, sending chills down everyone's spines.

On stage, Kun Kun completely broke down when he saw his biological father being humiliated on the ground.

This was completely different from the script he had imagined.

Shouldn't he debut in the center position, receive flowers and applause, then marry a rich and beautiful woman and reach the pinnacle of life?

Why did it turn out like this?

"Dad! Dad, save me! I don't want to go to jail!"

Kun Kun cried his heart out, his makeup was completely ruined, revealing his sallow skin and acne scars all over his face.

With that kind of appearance, let alone being an idol, she wouldn't even be scary enough to be an NPC in a haunted house.

The fans in the audience were stunned as they watched the man making a complete fool of himself on the big screen.

Is this the "god-like" brother they've been supporting day and night, scrimping and saving to support?

Is this the royal family member known as the "killer of unedited photos" and the "ceiling of good looks in the Chinese entertainment industry"?

"vomit--"

One of the fans in the front row couldn't hold it in and gagged on the spot.

"Liars! They're all liars!"

"Give me my money back! Give me back my money!"

"I actually spent five thousand dollars on such an ugly thing? Was I blind?"

The initial worship and fervor instantly transformed into overwhelming rage at being deceived.

The fans' love is extreme.

When they love you, they can lift you to the heavens; when they hate you, they can trample you into the mud.

Especially when they discover that the real money they've spent is just to play a "debut game" with an ugly capitalist's son, this anger explodes exponentially.

"Officer Lu! Arrest him! Don't let him get away!"

"These fraudsters should go to jail! They should give us back our hard-earned money!"

Some excited fans even hurled their light sticks and cheering sticks at the stage.

Crackle, crackle.

Kun Kun ran away with his head in his hands, showing no trace of his former "top star" status.

Lu Jingyan watched this scene without stopping it.

What's this called?

This is called the voice of the people.

He walked up to the "royal" who was huddled in the corner, trembling, and extended his hand.

"No...don't hit me..." Kun Kun shrank into a ball in fear. "I'll take off my makeup...I'll take off my makeup right now...I'm not going to be an idol anymore..."

"hand."

Lu Jingyan's voice was indifferent.

Kun Kun stretched out his hands, trembling.

"Click."

The silver bracelet was fastened.

"No need to remove makeup."

Looking at the wretched face, Lu Jingyan shook his head. "Anyway, once you're in the detention center, nobody will look at your face. The rule there is that you earn your living through your work, not your looks."

"take away."

Zhao Tiezhu stepped forward and picked up Kunkun like a chick.

The father and son were reunited in front of the police car; one was wailing and crying, while the other looked ashen-faced.

"Captain Lu, that was a fantastic case!"

As Zhao Tiezhu escorted the man away, he couldn't help but exclaim, "This isn't just solving a case; it's like giving the entire internet audience a 'cosmetic surgery-level' cleansing treatment!"

Lu Jingyan straightened his tie, which had been bent crooked by the light stick, and looked at the excited fans below the stage who were shouting "refund!"

There was no trace of ease in his eyes.

Because he knew that arresting people was only the first step.

The real trouble is the cleanup afterwards.

The fraud involved tens of millions of yuan and tens of thousands of minors.

This messy debt still needs to be settled step by step.

"Xiaoxiao."

Lu Jingyan spoke into his headset, "Notify the Economic Crime Investigation Division to freeze all of the program team's accounts. We must get the children's money back, no matter what."

"yes!"

"besides."

He glanced at the constantly scrolling "refund" message and a helpless, bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"Get your press releases ready. I have a feeling that after tonight, I'll be making my debut."

"I've already thought of a name."

"Let's call it—the strongest 'makeup remover' in the Chinese entertainment industry."