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October 8th, the first day after the end of the National Day Golden Week.

The entire Chinese internet has been completely dominated by "A Chinese Odyssey".

This movie insanely occupied 15 out of the top 20 trending topics on Weibo!

#A Chinese Odyssey Box Office Surpasses 3 Billion Yuan#

#MyLifelongLoveMadeOneHundredMillionPeopleTears#

#Shen Qingqiu and Zixia Fairy: A Glance That Lasts a Lifetime#

#He looks like a dog#

#LinYan's acting is amazing#

In just seven days, "A Chinese Odyssey" defied all logic, acting like a ruthless pump that raked in huge box office revenue.

500 million on the first day.

Eight hundred million the following day.

On the seventh day, the stock price reversed course and plummeted by a billion!

Total box office revenue surpasses 4 billion!

In just one week, they forcefully dethroned the title of the highest-grossing film in Chinese film history!

Xinghai City, President's Office of the "Don't Want to Go to Work" Entertainment Group.

Old Liang didn't even bother to knock on the door. Clutching several crumpled reports, he stormed into the office, panting heavily.

"President Lin! Amazing! We've truly reached godlike status!" Old Liang exclaimed excitedly, slamming the report onto the boss's desk.

"Those big-name theater chains are begging us to increase the number of screenings! They're working themselves to the bone to produce merchandise and related items; the whole internet is going crazy for them!"

Behind the desk, Lin Yan was slumped in the large boss's chair, playing duo chat with Shen Qingqiu on his phone.

"Qingqiu, hold on! Don't take the damage! Push the high ground, don't be reckless!"

Lin Yan shouted something into the microphone, then took a peek at Lao Liang while the hero was recalling to base to heal.

"It's just that we got the number one box office, no big deal." Lin Yan slowly picked up the thermos cup with goji berries next to him, sipped a mouthful of hot water, and said, "Calm down."

"That's four billion! That breaks film history records, my God!" Old Liang's eyes were practically glowing with greed. He then rubbed his hands together and leaned closer with an expectant look on his face.

"However, Mr. Lin, now that we've secured the box office champion title, what about the performance-based agreement we discussed earlier...?"

Old Liang was making his own calculations.

He clearly remembered the rule he made with Boss Zhao and his gang of theater bigwigs: if he didn't win the championship, he, Lao Liang, would have to clean toilets.

Now that they've won big, isn't it time for those high-and-mighty cinema moguls to come to the company's restrooms in rubber gloves and shine?

Lin Yan didn't even lift his eyelids, his thumb moving wildly across the screen.

"Old Liang."

"Yes, Mr. Lin! Just give the order, and I'll arrange for them to buy toilet cleaner right away!"

"As a person, you should have a broad perspective and be trustworthy."

"Yes, yes, yes! Mr. Lin's advice is spot on!"

"Now that we've won the championship, let's stick to the rules we agreed on privately."

Lin Yan watched the enemy crystal explode on the screen before speaking without looking up.

"Go to the logistics department later and get a bucket and a mop. It's in the men's restroom at Wanda Cinema in downtown Xinghai, and it's a monthly pass."

"Remember to check in, take a photo, and post it on WeChat Moments. If you miss a day, you'll lose three months' worth of bonuses."

The wrinkles on Lao Liang's face, which had been swaying like chrysanthemums with a smile, froze instantly.

"No, no... Mr. Lin?" Old Liang's smile instantly vanished, as if the sky had fallen. "I was the one who went to gamble with them on the agreement! We won! Why should I be the one to go?!"

Lin Yan put down his phone, spun around in his boss's chair, and looked at his own unfortunate executive with a half-smile.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken? I mean, if you think the 30% screening rate during the National Day holiday is too low, I'll bet you. If the movie becomes a hit and the screenings are full, you'll be cleaning toilets."

Lao Liang: "..."

grass, a plant.

So, regardless of whether I win the championship or not, I'm determined to clean this toilet, huh?!

Shen Qingqiu, who had also put down his phone, couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head helplessly.

My husband has this peculiar sense of humor—he'll never be able to shake off this wicked hobby.

Just as Lao Liang was on the verge of tears and was about to go downstairs to the logistics department to get the tools for committing the crime, Xiao Zhang from the front desk hurriedly knocked on the door and came in, holding a gold-embossed express mail letter in his hand.

"Mr. Lin, this is an urgent international letter from Los Angeles, USA." Xiao Zhang handed over the letter with both hands, his expression somewhat respectful.

Lin Yan raised an eyebrow slightly and took it casually.

The thick envelope was printed with a logo that filmmakers all over the world were crazy about: the Academy Awards Committee.

Shen Qingqiu also straightened his expression and looked over with some surprise.

Lin Yan casually tore open the envelope and pulled out a thick, high-quality parchment invitation.

The handwritten English font and the signature at the bottom clearly belonged to the chairman of the Oscars committee, with William, a top figure in the Grammy music industry, standing next to him.

This is a joint letter of recommendation.

The contents of the letter were actually quite simple, but if released, it would be a bombshell that could blow up the entire Chinese entertainment industry.

"A Chinese Odyssey" not only dominated its domestic release schedule, but its unique postmodern deconstructionist style, along with the heart-wrenching song "A Lifetime of Love," has also directly shaken the core art circles of Hollywood through the internet.

Director James, who once revered Lin Yan like a god because of the theme song of "Ocean Heart", went completely mad this time and used all his connections accumulated over decades to forcefully push "A Chinese Odyssey" onto the table of the Oscar judges.

The organizing committee has officially issued an invitation to nominate "A Chinese Odyssey" for next year's Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film.

He earnestly requested that Lin Yan and Shen Qingqiu personally attend the awards ceremony in Los Angeles, his words subtly implying that he hoped Lin Yan could perform another song on stage.

Old Liang hunched over, and after guessing and piecing together the contents, he was so excited that his scalp tingled, and he felt like he was about to ascend to heaven on the spot.

"Oscars! Mr. Lin! This is the Oscars!"

Old Liang was so excited that he spat out his saliva, completely forgetting the grief of cleaning toilets for a month.

"Chinese films have broken out of Asia and gone global! I'll get the publicity department to work overtime right now! Release press releases across the entire internet immediately!"

"What a load of crap."

Lin Yan pursed her lips and flipped her wrist.

That gold-embossed invitation, priceless in the eyes of countless great directors, traced a graceful parabola through the air before landing steadily in the trash can beside the table.

Old Liang gasped, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, his heart skipping a beat: "Mr. Lin?! Why did you throw it away?!"

"Go where? It's a flight that takes more than ten hours. Aren't you tired?"

Lin Yan leaned back lazily in the leather chair, his hands behind his head.

"Go reply to that email, tell that William James guy. I'm too busy to go."

"If you want a trophy, have them send it to you. You want me to go there and be a fool for everyone to see? No way!"

Shen Qingqiu stood aside, watching her husband act like a shameless scoundrel. Instead of getting angry, her eyes were filled with a tenderness that seemed to melt away.

She knew this man too well. He wasn't arrogant, nor was he putting on airs.

He truly doesn't care at all about those lofty honors that outsiders perceive as unattainable.

He could have made a city famous with a single song, single-handedly dominated the Japanese and Korean music scene, and even casually created a box office phenomenon that would rule Chinese film history.

But in this man's heart, all these achievements are nothing compared to being able to come home on time every night and cook her a pot of tender, fall-off-the-bone sweet and sour pork ribs in the kitchen.

"You really aren't going?"

Shen Qingqiu went around to the back of the office chair, placed her fair and soft hands on his shoulders, and gently massaged his temples.

"Absolutely not." Lin Yan comfortably closed her eyes, enjoying the top-notch massage service from the nation's queen of pop with a clear conscience.

"Instead of wasting time going to Los Angeles, I'd rather study the map and see which reservoir I can take you to foraging for turtles... I mean, which reservoir I can take you to for big fish tomorrow."