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Meanwhile, in the recording studio of Xingyao Entertainment, far away in Beijing.

Zhang, the top music producer, was staring intently at the live stream on his computer screen, completely dumbfounded.

Six months ago, when Fang Yu first debuted, the company arranged for him to release his first single, "Fiery Chariots," which was personally produced by Lao Zhang.

Later, Fang Yu became a real sensation in the Chinese entertainment industry thanks to his handsome face and this song.

For this reason, Lao Zhang has been bragging a lot in the industry over the past six months.

He would pat his chest and boast to everyone he met: "See? Fang Yu is who he is today entirely thanks to the foundation laid by my song 'Chariots of Fire'! I am his mentor and talent scout on his musical journey!"

But now...

Listening to the song "Tian Mi Mi" drifting out from the live stream, accompanied by the creaking of the old, worn-out bicycle chain.

Old Zhang felt as if his face was being pressed to the ground and rubbed violently, burning with pain!

The previous song "Mohe Dance Hall" directly broke through the ceiling of emotional narrative in the Chinese music scene, so that's fine.

And now?!

Just to make the fairy sister happy in this remote and impoverished place, riding a beat-up bicycle, he actually casually hummed a top-notch sweet song with an absolutely beautiful melody that was so catchy it gave me goosebumps?!

Is this something a human being could do?!

Compared to the trump cards Fang Yu is now casually pulling out, his once-proud song "Chariots of Fire" is nothing more than a tacky, lowbrow anthem played by a village punk!

"What gave me the audacity to call myself his spiritual mentor back then...?"

Old Zhang covered his face in anguish, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and swallow all the boasts he had made before.

After feeling ashamed, Lao Zhang looked at the screen filled with pink bubbles between Fang Yu and Liu Yifei, and suddenly a brilliant idea flashed in his mind.

Could this be... the legendary "power of love"?

Was it because he had a fairy by his side and was completely immersed in sweet love that his inspiration was unleashed?

Old Zhang touched his thinning hair, and his heart began to race.

For artists, the biggest lack is inspiration.

Or... for the sake of my stagnant music career, and for the resurgence of the Chinese music scene!

I'll also go out and find spring, have a sweet romance, and find some creative inspiration?

However, this incredibly tempting idea had only just begun to emerge.

In an instant, Lao Zhang's mind flashed his image of his wife, a tigress whose temper was easily ignited and who would grab a rolling pin and roar at the slightest provocation.

Old Zhang suddenly shuddered, breaking out in a cold sweat. He frantically shook his head, trying to nip the dangerous thought in the bud.

Forget it.

The music scene can lack good songs, but a family cannot suffer a death.

Being alive is better than anything else.

……

Kaoshantun.

On a country road in winter, Fang Yu carried Liu Yifei, riding slowly along the dirt road in the village.

Liu Yifei has completely adapted to this rhythm and has even begun to enjoy it.

She moved the hand that was holding Fang Yu's clothes to her waist without any hesitation.

Occasionally, when the car encounters a pothole and lurches, she lets out a small gasp, then laughs even more heartily.

We were about to turn onto a main road in the village, which was a relatively narrow cement road.

Fang Yu suddenly slammed on the brakes.

"Squeak—"

The old bicycle screeched as it braked, its speed instantly slowing down.

Fang Yu's expression changed from relaxed and carefree to one of apprehension, even showing signs of tension and seriousness.

"What's wrong?" Liu Yifei in the back seat was a little confused by his sudden reaction.

She followed Fang Yu's gaze and saw a long row of small stools on both sides of the cement road.

A dozen or so elderly men and women, dressed in thick cotton-padded coats and hats, were sitting in a row, basking in the sun, cracking sunflower seeds, and chatting.

It looks like a peaceful and tranquil rural afternoon.

Is there a problem with this?

"Shh!" Fang Yu turned around, gestured for her to be quiet, then lowered his voice and said in an extremely serious tone, "High alert ahead, level one combat alert!"

Liu Yifei was amused by his exaggerated statement.

"What? It's just a bunch of elderly people sunbathing. What's so special about that?"

"You don't understand." Fang Yu's expression was more serious than ever before. He pointed to the group of elderly people chatting in front of him and introduced them word by word: "This is our Kaoshantun Central Intelligence Bureau, or Tunqing Bureau for short!"

"The intelligence bureau?" Liu Yifei was stunned.

"That's right." Fang Yu took a deep breath and began to explain in detail the structure and functions of this "mysterious organization".

"Look, those middle-aged women eating sunflower seeds, they are from the intelligence gathering and analysis department of the intelligence bureau."

"His main responsibility is to collect, organize, analyze, and disseminate all gossip news from the surrounding area."

"From the smallest things like whose hen laid a double-yolk egg today, to the biggest things like whose son's relationship ended, there's nothing they don't know."

"And over there, those old men smoking pipes and with their hands in their pockets, they're from the Strategic Deception and Analysis Department of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"They are mainly responsible for in-depth analysis and interpretation of major international and domestic current events, from the Goose-Wu conflict to the site selection of village toilets, they can analyze them in a very logical and reasonable way."

Fang Yu swallowed hard, still shaken, and continued:

"You have no idea how terrifying this group's fighting power is."

"Let me put it this way, forget about people, even a stray dog ​​walking past them will be interrogated about whether they ate 'Oli Ge' this morning, and whether they ate the plain one or the sandwich one!"

After listening to Fang Yu's half-joking, half-serious introduction, Liu Yifei's smile gradually froze.

Looking at the group of kind-faced elderly men and women in front of her, she suddenly felt that they were all shrouded in a mysterious and powerful aura.

Especially those middle-aged women, their eyes seemed to gleam with gossip, like high-speed radars scanning every living thing that passed by.

Liu Yifei immediately chickened out.

She's a celebrity!

If we get surrounded, what will happen?

My height and weight, film salary, relationship status...

Wouldn't they be interrogated thoroughly?