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Xinghai City, hillside villa.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the autumn sunlight shone through the huge French windows, casting dappled light and shadow on the carpet.

Lin Yan sat on the floor with his legs apart, having a crazy tug-of-war with a three-month-old Samoyed puppy in front of him.

"Let go, that's a slipper, not a chew toy." Lin Yan coldly and ruthlessly pulled the heel of the slipper out of the Samoyed's mouth.

The puppy purred and growled, guarding its food, its four short legs digging firmly into the carpet, displaying an unyielding stubbornness.

Shen Qingqiu came out of the kitchen carrying two cups of hot milk. Looking at the awkward situation between the man and the dog, a helpless smile appeared in his eyes.

"Why are you arguing with it?" Shen Qingqiu placed the milk on the coffee table.

"Hurry up and get ready. Aunt Wang from the neighborhood committee has been urging us on WeChat for days. We have to get the vaccination certificate and dog license done this morning, otherwise they'll be going on a team-building trip this afternoon."

"That stupid dog has absolutely no sense of being a kept man."

Lin Yan let go, letting the Samoyed tumble and crawl into the corner of the sofa, biting his slipper. He stood up and patted the dog hair off his pants.

"Let's name it 'Oscar.' Yesterday, Lao Liang insisted that I go to the US to accept the award, which was so annoying. I might as well use it to go for me."

Shen Qingqiu rolled her eyes and turned to go to the entrance to get her car keys.

Just then, Lin Yan's phone, which he had tossed on the coffee table, vibrated violently. The caller ID showed "Old Liang, the Deathbringer."

Lin Yan pressed the hang-up button expressionlessly, picked up the milk and took a sip.

Three seconds later, Lao Liang called again, relentlessly.

Hang up, then call again, five times in a row.

"Answer it." Shen Qingqiu put on her trench coat, turned around, and said, "Old Liang isn't someone who doesn't know his limits; he probably really has something urgent to attend to."

Lin Yan sighed and reluctantly pressed the speakerphone button.

"President Lin! You answered! You finally answered!"

On the other end of the phone, Lao Liang's voice was hoarse and trembling with barely suppressed madness. The background noise was extremely loud, and several foreigners could be vaguely heard shouting.

"To make a long story short, I'm in a hurry to get to the neighborhood committee to queue up." Lin Yan glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Don't go to the neighborhood committee! There's been a major earthquake!" Old Liang slammed his fist on the table on the other end of the phone.

"America! Los Angeles! The Grammy organizing committee just made an international call directly to the company's front desk! President David has gone mad! Please wait a moment, I'll transfer the call to you."

Before Lin Yan could even speak, the voice on the phone immediately switched to broken but extremely enthusiastic Chinese.

"Mr. Lin! Oh my God, I've finally gotten in touch with you!" David's vocal cords were practically on the verge of tearing apart. "Six! Six nominations in total!"

David, panting heavily on the other end of the transoceanic phone call, spoke at a machine-gun pace: "My Heart Will Go On is absolutely phenomenal in North America! The movie Heart of Ocean has grossed over $1.2 billion, and this song has been number one on the Billboard charts for seven consecutive weeks! The Grammy committee just announced this year's nominees!"

"Best Production of the Year, Best Song of the Year, Best Pop Artist, Best Pop Band/Group, Best Song for Film/Media, Best Non-Classical Engineered Album!"

David rattled off a long list of titles like reciting a menu, his voice booming: "Six major nominations, unprecedented! Grammy Chairman Charles made the decision overnight, insisting that you attend the awards ceremony next week at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, no matter what!"

There was a two-second silence in the living room.

Shen Qingqiu's hand holding the car keys froze in mid-air, her beautiful eyes slightly open.

The Grammys are the highest honor for musicians worldwide.

Even just getting a peripheral nomination is enough for a domestic singer to brag about for a lifetime.

Six main nominations—that's a direct knockout blow to the Grammys.

however.

"Are you done talking?" Lin Yan's voice was flat, even carrying a hint of annoyance at being interrupted.

David suddenly stammered on the other end: "Mr. Lin?"

"I can't go." Lin Yan refused decisively.

"Why?!" David screamed, his voice cracking on the spot.

"This is the Grammys! The highest stage watched by billions of eyes worldwide! Master William himself wrote a letter of recommendation; if you come, those six Gramophone Trophies are definitely yours!"

Lin Yan glanced down at the Samoyed, which was chewing on the table leg and grinding its teeth, and said in an extremely perfunctory tone, "I have a very important schedule to attend to, so I can't leave."

David on the other end of the phone gasped in shock and was filled with awe.

What could possibly make this god of classical music from the East, who created miracles, turn down a Grammy must be some kind of national-level, even groundbreaking, creative project that has influenced the entire course of human art!

"Mr. Lin, what is your next itinerary...?" David asked cautiously, as if on a pilgrimage.

"Aunt Wang from the neighborhood committee is going to a farmhouse for team building this afternoon," Lin Yan said seriously. "I need to get my dog ​​a legal ID card and a rabies vaccination before 10:30. If I miss today, my dog ​​will be unregistered."

David held the microphone, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a light bulb. The Universal Music executives and Grammy executives in the conference room seemed to have been collectively muted.

"A dog...dog license?" David's brain completely shut down.

"Right. So I don't have time to go to your place to pick up that piece of junk." Lin Yan yawned. "If you want to send the prize, please use SF Express with cash on delivery. Lao Liang has the shipping address. Bye."

"Beep beep beep".

The long-distance call was ended cleanly and decisively, without a trace of regret.

David turned his head blankly and stared stiffly at Master William, who was sitting in the main seat of the conference room.

This titan of the European classical music scene, who holds two Grammy Awards, is holding a cup of coffee and his hands are shaking as if he has Parkinson's disease.

“Master William…” David swallowed hard. “Father… refused a Grammy Award just to get a license for a dog.”

The Grammy executives were livid; this dismissive disregard was tantamount to a desecration of their supreme authority.

One of the staff members couldn't help but slam his fist on the table and stand up: "This is outrageous! This is an insult to the art of music! We should immediately withdraw his nomination!"

"Bang!"

William slammed his coffee cup down on the table, sending scalding hot coffee splashing out.

He suddenly stood up, staring intently at the clerk with a fanatical and furious gaze.

"Revoke? Do you even have the right?! The original score of 'My Heart Will Go On' is currently on display at the Royal Academy of Music! His revisions to 'Dawn on the Seine' kept the entire French Symphony Orchestra rehearsing on their knees for half a month!"

The officer turned pale from the shouting, slumped back into his chair, sweating profusely, and dared not utter a word in rebuttal.

William took a deep breath, placed his hands on the table, and gave David a firm and decisive command.

"It's the Grammys' loss that Father isn't going, not his!"

William's beard trembled violently, and his eyes gleamed with an almost morbid piety.

"Since he's not in Los Angeles, then Los Angeles doesn't deserve to host this year's Grammys!"

David broke out in a cold sweat, vaguely guessing what was going on: "You mean...?"

"Charter a plane." William waved his hand. "Bring all six phonograph trophies with you! Contact Chairman Charles; all the core members of the Grammy Committee must accompany us!"

William grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and strode toward the conference room door.

"If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain. If Father won't come to collect the award, we'll bring the trophy to him!"

……

The sun shines brightly in Xinghai City.

Lin Yan was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, holding a dog leash, with his Samoyed "Oscar" frolicking happily in front of him.

Shen Qingqiu walked beside Lin Yan and couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at the newly printed green notebook in Lin Yan's hand.

"The stage that musicians all over the world dream of can't compare to this dog license in your hand."

Lin Yan stuffed the dog license into his pocket and shrugged nonchalantly: "Going to America for almost half a week, having to take photos and toast with a bunch of pretentious foreigners, I'm exhausted. Wouldn't it be better to use that time to catch a couple more fish and make you some soup?"

Shen Qingqiu felt a warmth in her heart, but on the surface she deliberately put on a stern face and scolded, "President Lin is putting on quite the airs now, not even respecting the Grammys. Who in the entertainment industry will be able to hire you in the future?"

"The only one who can get me to do this is you, boss lady." Lin Yan casually put his arm around Shen Qingqiu's slender waist and chuckled softly, "What do you want for lunch? How about we buy two king crabs and steam them?"

Just as Shen Qingqiu was about to nod, her cell phone suddenly rang in her bag.

When I took it out, the word "father" was displayed on the screen.

Shen Qingqiu answered the phone, her tone softening: "Dad. Yes, I'm with Lin Yan. Okay, we'll come over for lunch."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingqiu looked at Lin Yan and sighed helplessly, "Don't buy the king crab. My dad wants us to go back to the old house for lunch. Judging from his tone, the old man doesn't seem to be in a good mood today; something's probably happened."

"If my father-in-law summons me, I have to be there immediately." Lin Yan tightened his grip on the dog leash. "Come on, let's go to the market and buy some cooked food to take with us. If anyone bothers Dad, we can use Oscar to bite them."