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The villas on the hillside in Xinghai City are shrouded in darkness.

Lin Yan sprawled out on the sofa, staring at the large LCD screen on the wall. On the coffee table were two half-empty cans of iced cola and a box of leftover fried chicken.

Tonight is the day that "Don't Want to Go to Work" entertainment group will ring the bell on Nasdaq for its IPO.

Lao Liang and Smith and others chartered a plane to New York, but Lin Yan refused to go and stayed at home to watch the live broadcast.

"As long as the stock price falls below the offering price, I can legitimately resign."

He was very shrewd. Although the investors during the roadshow had a lot of nonsense in their minds, the retail investors in the secondary market would not be easily fooled.

A company that treats 200 million as dog food and whose boss openly declares he doesn't do any work—whoever buys it is a complete swindler.

The countdown ended on the big screen.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted in the New York Stock Exchange hall. Old Liang, dressed in a suit and tie and beaming, swung his arm and rang the bronze bell.

The stock ticker "NOSHIFT" has officially launched. The offering price was set at fifty dollars.

Lin Yan rubbed his hands together, picked up the remote control, and switched to the trading screen.

He had already picked up his Coke, ready to enjoy the red waterfall of the US stock market crash.

However, an extremely thick green bullish candlestick appeared directly on the screen (US stocks rose in the green and fell in the red).

Within three seconds of going live, the stock price jumped to $75.

Lin Yan's hand, which was holding the cola, froze, and half a French fry fell onto the sofa cushion.

Ten seconds later, the stock price violently broke through the $100 mark! A 100% increase!

Funds across the entire US stock market poured into this new stock like a flood bursting its banks, irrationally overwhelming even the defenses of short-selling institutions.

"Did these Americans pour all their pension money into this?" Lin Yan suddenly sat up straight.

He picked up his phone and opened Twitter.

The top trending topic on the homepage had a glaring "Explosive" label on it. Clicking on it revealed a two-minute video.

The image shows him wearing shorts during a promotional event at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel just a few days ago.

I don't know which unscrupulous investor secretly filmed and posted it, along with extremely accurate and passionate English subtitles.

The comments section has become utterly surreal.

"My God! This is the true spirit of rock and roll! He spent 200 million RMB to buy beef for his dog. This is a real act of resistance against the capitalist hegemony of Wall Street!" posted a user verified as a veteran entrepreneur in Silicon Valley.

"He promised not to release any new works for ten years. This proves that he has an extreme obsession with art and will never compromise with the assembly line! Compared to those machines that release three pop song albums a year, he is the god of music in China! Go all in! Brothers, charge!" A senior Wall Street analyst commented with his real name.

"The core asset of 'Don't Want to Go to Work' is Lin Yan's brain! As long as he's breathing, this company is worth a trillion!"

Retail investors have gone completely mad, with gullible investors rushing in one after another as if they were possessed. The herd mentality of capital has only fueled the frenzy.

Lin Yan watched as the stock price on the screen skyrocketed from one hundred dollars to one hundred and fifty dollars, and he felt like he couldn't breathe properly.

The study door creaked open. Shen Qingqiu, dressed in silk pajamas, came out carrying a glass of warm water.

She glanced at Lin Yan, who was frozen on the sofa as if struck by lightning, and then looked up at the big screen.

"The price has gone up pretty crazy."

Shen Qingqiu walked over and sat down next to him, her gaze falling on the constantly fluctuating total market value in the lower right corner of the screen.

Two hundred and fifty billion US dollars.

In just half an hour, the group's market value directly surpassed that of a number of established internet giants, firmly securing its position as the number one entertainment company in Asia.

Lin Yan quickly went through the 45% of original shares he held in his mind.

His net worth has now exceeded 110 billion US dollars, which is more than 700 billion yuan.

"Wife..." Lin Yan turned his head stiffly, his voice trembling, "Did I involuntarily become the richest man?"

"The richest man in the Chinese entertainment industry. Also the youngest richest man in Asia." Shen Qingqiu took a sip of warm water, forcibly suppressing the upturned corners of his mouth.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lin."

"Congratulations my ass!" Lin Yan jumped up abruptly, frantically ruffling her hair into a mess. "This is all over!"

He knew all too well the devastating impact of the title of "richest man in China".

This means that countless eyes will be watching him 24/7, Forbes list will be constantly popping up at his door, local governments will be trying to get him to attend meetings and invest, and countless dreamers will be able to pitch tents and hand over their business plans at his villa.

He now needs eight bodyguards to check for danger even when he goes out to buy steamed buns, and he can no longer wear shorts and eat skewers at the night market without restraint.

His salted fish life and his long-planned fishing career were all ruined by these brainless, fanatical stock market investors!

Just as I was about to break down, the phone rang. It was a video call from Lao Liang in New York.

Lin Yan answered the call with trembling hands. On the screen, Lao Liang was so excited that tears streamed down his face, and the background noise was filled with the popping of champagne and the cheers of investment banking tycoons.

"President Lin! We won! A resounding victory! Your reverse marketing is simply divine! Those hungry wolves on Wall Street are all kneeling before you!" Old Liang roared hoarsely.

Looking at Lao Liang's magnified joyful face, Lin Yan felt his blood pressure soar.

"Old Liang, what did I tell you before, all those times?" Lin Yan gritted his teeth. "Going public is fine, but let me cash out and leave! Now you've raised the price so high, with hundreds of eyes from the China Securities Regulatory Commission watching me, I won't be able to sell a single share of my original shares for the next three years! I'm stuck with this!"

Old Liang was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter on the other end of the video call: "President Lin, your sense of humor is truly unmatched! Being the richest man in the world is the ultimate dream for every man, so just relax and be the number one in Asia! By the way, the Wall Street Journal has arranged an exclusive interview for you tomorrow..."

"Get lost!" Lin Yan hung up the phone decisively.

He slid into the depths of the sofa like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Seeing his lifeless expression, Shen Qingqiu couldn't hold back any longer. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she let out a soft laugh.

"I'm already like this, and you're still laughing." Lin Yan gave her a resentful look.

"Isn't this because I'm happy for you?" Shen Qingqiu reached out and gently smoothed his messy hair with her fingertips. "Actually, there are ways to get rid of trouble."

Lin Yan's dim eyes suddenly lit up with two flames, and he abruptly grabbed Shen Qingqiu's wrist.

"Honey, help! I just want to be a quiet stay-at-home husband. I really don't want to go to those damn meetings."

Shen Qingqiu suppressed his smile, a shrewd businessman's glint flashing in his eyes.

"Share transfer. Division within the marriage. As long as these 700 billion yuan are not registered in your name, the spotlight and troubles will naturally shift their focus."

Lin Yan was stunned for three seconds, his brain working at lightning speed.

Exactly! As long as he gets rid of this hot potato and goes back to being penniless, who would come looking for sponsorships from him? Let whoever wants to be the richest man be!

"But," Shen Qingqiu grasped his hand in return, her tone calm yet tinged with a hint of probing, "once you leave with nothing, you'll truly have nothing. Aren't you afraid I'll just take your seven hundred billion and run away?"

Lin Yan rolled her eyes dramatically: "You gave me a 1.5 billion dollar building without batting an eye, why would I be afraid of this? Besides, I'll be cooking at home every day from now on, and your stomach will be under my control. Do you think you can escape me for the rest of your life?"

The moment those words fell, Shen Qingqiu felt as if something had struck the softest part of her heart.

She stared intently at the man in front of her.

To escape work and to cook for her, he didn't hesitate to throw all his billions of assets at her.

The shrewdness in her eyes completely vanished, leaving only an unyielding tenderness in her features.

"Call Old Zhang over," Shen Qingqiu said softly, her tone filled with a doting affection that she herself didn't even realize.