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Outside the courtyard, a dense crowd completely blocked the already narrow village road.

Various cameras with long lenses and short lenses flashed red lights, while traffic police frantically stretched out cordon tape to maintain order.

Director Li of the Xiangxi Culture and Tourism Bureau, holding a large red banner with gold trim, was shaking hands with Wang Ping, the program's chief director, his face crinkled with laughter.

Shen Qingqiu looked at Lin Yan's expression, as if she wanted to avoid him at all costs and disappear immediately, and a helpless yet doting smile appeared on her lips.

Just as she was about to speak, the courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open with a "bang".

Director Wang Ping squeezed in, sweating profusely, followed by a middle-aged man in a suit.

The man's leather shoes were polished to a spotless shine, and he even tiptoed around the farmhouse courtyard with disdain.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, clutching a thick file folder in his hand, his gaze revealing the shrewdness and arrogance typical of a senior executive at a large platform.

The camera instantly focused entirely on Lin Yan in the courtyard.

At 7 a.m., the number of viewers in the live stream exceeded 30 million.

"Lin Shen! This is General Manager Li from Hunan TV's copyright department!" Wang Ping's voice trembled with excitement. "He drove all night to get here!"

Mr. Li stepped forward, deliberately ignoring the cheap plastic toothbrush in Lin Yan's hand, opened his briefcase, took out an exquisitely bound contract, and slammed it onto the stone table in the courtyard.

"Mr. Lin Yan, I've long admired your name." President Li slightly raised his chin, his tone condescending. "To make a long story short, Hunan TV is prepared to offer 100 million yuan to buy out the full copyright of 'Rice Fragrance'."

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

There was even a one-second gap in the live stream chat.

One billion!

It's just a song!

Even in China today, where copyright awareness is growing, this is an astronomical price that could break historical records and shatter the worldview of ordinary people.

Mr. Li placed his hands on the table, quite pleased with the unsophisticated reactions of those around him.

He stared at Lin Yan, a knowing smile playing on his lips: "This 100 million is the net income after tax. As soon as the contract is signed, it will be deposited into your private account within ten minutes."

"There is only one condition: 'Rice Fragrance' will be the exclusive theme song for rural cultural tourism on Hunan TV for the next ten years, and it may not be used by any other platform or commercial performance."

He was certain that Lin Yan would not be able to refuse.

A young man who has retired from the entertainment industry and claims to be idle and lazy is given a cash flow of 100 million yuan, enough for him to squander for ten lifetimes.

However, Lin Yan didn't even glance at the contract.

He casually draped the towel around his neck and slowly strolled to the stone table.

Before Lin Yan could speak, a series of crisp, clear high heels tapped on the bluestone slabs. Shen Qingqiu crossed her arms and stood beside Lin Yan.

The Ice Queen's aura was fully unleashed, instantly crushing Mr. Li's arrogance, which was based on a little bit of capital.

"Buy out all copyrights?" Shen Qingqiu glanced at the contract cover, his voice as cold as ice.

"Does Mr. Li mean that even if Lin Yan herself sings this song in public in the future, it will be considered copyright infringement, and she will have to pay protection money to Hunan TV?"

Mr. Li's face stiffened, and he forced a smile, saying, "Mr. Shen, it's business practice. Trading one hundred million for a single song means Hunan TV is also taking on a huge publicity risk..."

"Do I need your 100 million?" Shen Qingqiu interrupted him mercilessly, her eyes filled with intense pressure.

"The cash in the company's accounts is enough to buy your entire Hunan TV building. To use a mere 100 million to buy my husband's trump card, Mr. Li, are you still half asleep this morning?"

The live stream chat exploded instantly, with a dense, overwhelming barrage of comments.

[So cool!! As expected of my Qiu-jie, she's absolutely awesome!]

[A female CEO worth hundreds of billions defends her husband online! Throwing a hundred million at her rich husband? This must be brain-stem deficiency!]

[The pure love goddess collapsed to the ground; I give her full marks for protecting her husband!]

Mr. Li panicked, his face flushed, and he tried to salvage the situation: "Mr. Shen, you can't say that! This is a business operation, a win-win situation..."

"Win-win my ass."

Lin Yan suddenly spoke up.

He pulled out a small stool, sat down, and took a sip of the cool boiled water from the cup on the table. Then he looked up at the camera, his gaze calm, yet exuding an undeniable power.

"I didn't write this song so that you could use it to gild your financial statements."

Lin Yan raised his hand and pointed to the golden rice field outside the courtyard, which was rolling in the wind. His voice was not loud, but every word carried great weight.

"It's for those who work nine-to-five, struggling to make ends meet. It's for those who miss home but can't go back."

Mr. Li was stunned. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Yan turned his head, looked at Wang Ping who was completely astonished, then glanced at the director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau who was holding up the banner with trembling hands, and finally pointed to the camera: "I, Lin Yan, hereby officially announce..."

"The 'Rice Fragrance' series will never accept any exclusive buyouts."

"But starting today, all impoverished counties across the country, all rural cultural and tourism promotions, and all live-streaming sales events to help farmers sell their products can use 'Rice Fragrance' as background music for free."

"No need to apply to me, no need to pay a single penny in copyright fees. As long as you're helping farmers sell their products and promoting the beautiful scenery of your hometown, feel free to use it!"

"If anyone dares to use this song to file lawsuits and exploit ordinary people, I, Lin Yan, will personally teach them a lesson!"

On the threshing floor, the autumn wind rustled through the rice paddies.

After a brief silence, Director Li of the Xiangxi Culture and Tourism Bureau suddenly had tears in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, suddenly raised the banner high in his hand, and roared with all his might:

"Lin Shen is truly righteous!!"

The next second, the villagers and tourists watching from outside the courtyard erupted in thunderous applause and deafening cheers. The commotion was so loud that even the large white geese in the village pond were startled and flew away in panic.

At that moment, the number of viewers in the live stream surged past 50 million, and the chat exploded.

[Perspective! This is what you call perspective!!]

[Bought out for 100 million? Lin Shen, in a surprising move, gave away copyrights worth billions to the entire internet for free to help farmers! This is phenomenal!]

Despite his humble position, Lin Yan never forgot his duty to the nation! He lived up to his word!

[I'll be a fan forever! Capital is a joke in front of Lin Shen (Lin Shen), this man deserves to be famous!]

Mr. Li's face was ashen, and his hand holding the contract trembled slightly.

Under Lin Yan's resounding announcement, his arrogant act of throwing a hundred million at people just now seemed as ridiculous, vulgar, and laughable as a clown jumping around.

Lin Yan stood up, dusted off his hands, turned around, grabbed Shen Qingqiu's hand, and whispered something to her.

"While they're distracted, let's get out of here. If these guys rush in for autographs, neither of us will get breakfast today."

Looking at his down-to-earth appearance, Shen Qingqiu smiled, then clasped her hands together tightly and held his hand firmly.

Under the desperate protection of the program's security personnel, the two broke through the encirclement and directly entered the off-road vehicle prepared in advance by the Culture and Tourism Bureau.

Anthony stood there, dumbfounded, watching the car exhaust fumes disappear into the distance.

The morning sunlight shone on his face. He touched the cross on his chest and murmured to himself, "I gave up a hundred million just to sing for the poorest farmers..."

"This isn't a celebrity, this is a saint..."