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

With the refund storm surrounding "Idol Producer 101" coming to an end, the entertainment industry in Jinghai City seems to have undergone a baptism of nuclear winter.

The once arrogant clamor, restlessness, and fervor vanished overnight. In their place came an almost eerie, cautious "obedience."

The office buildings of major brokerage firms were brightly lit all night long.

This time, however, they weren't planning how to buy trending topics, how to create a romantic pairing, or how to falsify accounts. The bosses, accompanied by the CFO and clutching nitroglycerin pills, were meticulously reviewing all the company's accounts from the past five years.

"Investigate! Investigate thoroughly!"

In the conference room of a well-known entertainment company, the boss slammed his fist on the table, spitting as he spoke, his voice trembling noticeably.

"Any contract with even the slightest flaw must be voided and re-signed! Any payment with even a penny of tax risk must be paid immediately at the tax bureau! Don't worry about the money; paying now is 'paying back taxes,' but when Lu Jingyan comes to your door, that will be 'atonement'!"

The talent manager below nervously raised his hand: "Boss, that...that 'top star' relationship hype that's supposed to be officially announced next week..."

"Fry my ass!"

The boss nearly threw the ashtray at him. "If you want to die, don't drag the company down with you! Who dares to occupy public resources these days? Who dares to create fake news? Tell the artists below to keep their heads down! Their recent Weibo posts should only include 'Good morning, good night' and 'Patriotic and dedicated,' don't even use a single punctuation mark!"

Not only in talent agencies, but also in various film and television production crews, the atmosphere has undergone tremendous changes.

Jinghai Film and Television City, once known as a "lawless zone," has now become a "model law-abiding park."

On set, you'll no longer see those popular celebrities surrounded by dozens of bodyguards. Those "digital actresses" and "poetry reciters" who used to be too lazy to even memorize their lines and relied entirely on post-production dubbing are now holding their scripts and memorizing them with more seriousness than they would for the college entrance exam.

Why?

Because I'm afraid.

Just yesterday, a young actor acted like a diva on set, arriving half an hour late and verbally abusing the crew. Before the director could even get angry, his agent slapped him hard across the face and dragged him to the police station to "turn himself in," claiming he was suspected of "disorderly conduct" and requesting the police to educate him.

This act of "sacrificing family for the greater good" terrified the young actor so much that he wet his pants on the spot. From then on, he was more obedient than a grandson on set, bowing to everyone he met and not even daring to be picky about his boxed lunch.

Under this high-pressure situation, the cultural industry in Jinghai City has experienced a strange "prosperity".

Because they dare not engage in any underhanded practices, both investors and artists can only focus their energy on the work itself.

There are fewer bad movies and fewer padded dramas. In their place are well-made, sincere works with solid acting.

Online, viewers' reactions are the most direct indicator of this.

Holy crap! None of the three movies released this week are bad? Am I dreaming?!

[That expressionless actor has actually learned to act with his eyes? Didn't he only know how to stare before? A medical miracle!]

[Thank you, Officer Lu! He cured the "affluent disease" of the Chinese entertainment industry with his handcuffs! This is practically a "Beijing-Shanghai Renaissance"!]

"Renaissance?"

In the special investigation team's office, Lu Jingyan looked at the comments on the tablet, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"These netizens are quite good at making up words."

He closed the tablet, stood up, and stretched his stiff neck.

During this period, the special investigation team worked almost non-stop. From tax investigations to arrests, from cracking down on talent shows to cleaning up film crews, every task was a tough battle. Fortunately, the results were satisfactory.

The entertainment industry in Beijing is now so clean it's practically a sterile room.

"Captain Lu, where are you going?"

Su Xiaoxiao, who was organizing the case files, looked up and saw Lu Jingyan pick up his car keys.

"Let's go to the film studio."

Lu Jingyan straightened the collar of his casual clothes, looking relaxed. "I heard that the security there has been ridiculously good lately, even thieves have disappeared. I'm going to check it out in person and see if it's really that amazing."

"Shall I go with you?"

"No need, I'll just browse around."

Lu Jingyan waved his hand and walked out of the office alone.

The sun was shining brightly on an early autumn afternoon.

Lu Jingyan drove his understated Audi into Jinghai Film and Television City.

The place remains bustling with people, but as the report states, it is orderly.

The film crew shot within the designated area, without haphazardly setting up police tape or blocking roads. Tourists toured the area in an orderly fashion under the guidance of guides, and there were no obsessive fans chasing after the vehicles. Even the roadside vendors selling boxed lunches displayed their business licenses in prominent positions.

Lu Jingyan, with his hands in his pockets, strolled along the antique-style street like an ordinary tourist.

He wasn't wearing a police uniform, nor was he carrying any police equipment. The gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose made him look more like a university professor on vacation, or a refined screenwriter.

However, as he walked, Lu Jingyan noticed something was amiss.

Something is very wrong.

He noticed that the once bustling street seemed...too quiet after his arrival?

Not far ahead, a film crew shooting a period drama suddenly stopped.

The director, who had been sitting behind the monitor, giving instructions with a megaphone, suddenly jumped up from his chair as if he had been electrocuted after inadvertently catching a glimpse of Lu Jingyan.

Immediately afterwards, the director made a move that left Lu Jingyan completely baffled.

He didn't yell "cut," nor did he continue directing.

Instead, she quickly took off her hat, tidied her messy hair, and then bowed deeply and precisely at a ninety-degree angle in Lu Jingyan's direction.

It wasn't just him.

The assistant director, lighting technician, production assistant, and even the male lead who was suspended in mid-air on wires, all tried their best to adjust their posture in the air and stare at Lu Jingyan.

That look didn't seem like someone looking at a tourist; it was more like a mouse seeing a cat, or a primary school student seeing a head teacher holding a pointer.

It was filled with awe, fear, and an awkwardness of wanting to run but not daring to.

Lu Jingyan frowned and subconsciously touched his face.

Is there something on my face?

He continued walking forward.

Even stranger things happened.

Several celebrities in costumes, who were clearly just off-set, who were walking towards him, suddenly stopped fifty meters away as if they had planned it in advance.

Then, they all turned around in unison, facing the wall, or pretending to look at the scenery by the roadside, and forcefully made way for him, a road wide enough for a tank to drive on.

There was even a female celebrity who, because she turned around too quickly, stepped on her own skirt and almost fell flat on her face, but she didn't dare to utter a sound. She got up and scrambled into a nearby alley, as if a raging monster was chasing her.

Within a radius of fifty meters, with Lu Jingyan at the center, an absolute vacuum zone was formed.

Lu Jingyan stopped and stood in the middle of the empty street, looking at the "celebrity entertainment industry" on both sides who wished they could bury their heads in the ground.

He pushed up his glasses, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"It seems that my 'legal education' has been more effective than I imagined."

This "everyone flocks to see him" treatment is not because he is a celebrity, but because he is the embodiment of the rules.

In this circle, his face is the most effective "clearing order".

Just as Lu Jingyan was about to turn around and leave, ending this "inspection" that had made everyone feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.

His gaze suddenly fixed on a corner not far away.

There, squatting, was an extra dressed as a eunuch.

Unlike the others who were filled with fear, this extra did not shy away. Instead, he secretly sized up Lu Jingyan, his eyes flashing with a strange excitement that seemed out of place in this era.

Most importantly, Lu Jingyan noticed that the extra was tightly clutching something strange in his hand.

That wasn't a script, nor was it a cell phone.

Instead, it was a broken, rusted... bronze fragment?