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In late autumn, the sun shines brightly in Xinghai City.

Lin Yan was wearing that iconic security guard uniform, but without a hat.

He carried a vintage-style red, white, and blue woven shopping basket, inside which lay two plump white radishes, half a pound of freshly cut pork ribs, and a bunch of scallions glistening with dew.

This was his fourth day back in his old job as the security captain.

I clock in at the company on time every day to get a free lunch in the cafeteria, and then go to the market in the afternoon to hone my bargaining skills with the older women.

Life finally returned to the salted fish track he had always longed for.

He hummed the tune of "Red-Haired Girl" as he strolled toward the gate of the hillside villa area.

Meanwhile, at the main entrance of the villa area.

Six black bulletproof Maybachs and three Coaster vans stood like a row of black mobile fortresses, arrogantly lined up at the gate.

The front door popped open.

Grammy Committee Chairman Charles and classical music maestro William, dressed in impeccable black tuxedos, stepped out of the car with solemn expressions.

William held a tray covered with red velvet tightly in both hands, on which six golden phonograph trophies gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people also got out of the convoy behind them.

Leading the group were top Hollywood director James and Oscar committee chairman Steve.

Steve was also holding a heavy brocade box in his arms, inside which lay three golden statuettes, representing the highest altar of global cinema.

Best Foreign Language Film, Best Original Score, Best Original Screenplay.

The two groups of people bumped into each other right at the spacious entrance of the villa area.

The air froze instantly, and then the smell of gunpowder shot straight into the sky.

"Charles, what are you bunch of old musicians doing here?" Steve frowned.

As the absolute ruler of the film industry, he has always looked down on these pop music enthusiasts.

"That's what I wanted to ask you too," Charles sneered.

"Mr. Lin Yan is the only person in Grammy history to achieve a Grand Slam of six major awards! Since he couldn't go to Los Angeles, our entire organizing committee flew over to present him with the award in person!"

"This is the greatest honor in the music industry, what are you doing here with your beat-up cameras?"

"Bullshit!" Director James, who had a short temper, pointed at Charles's nose and started yelling.

"Lin Yan is the soul of 'A Chinese Odyssey'! A miracle in film history! The Oscar trophy must go to him first! The Grammys take a backseat!"

"Lin Yan is a musician at heart! His rendition of 'My Heart Will Go On' shattered Billboard across America!" Master William retorted defiantly, his neck stiff.

The combined net worth and influence of these two groups are enough to make the global entertainment industry tremble.

Right now, they're like those middle-aged women in the market arguing over two cents for a scallion, their faces flushed red as they stand on the streets of Xinghai City.

The residents and passersby were all dumbfounded, their jaws practically shattered.

It looked like these old men, whose combined age was nearly five hundred, were about to start a fight.

Lin Yan, carrying her shopping basket, swayed as she turned the street corner.

Director James has the sharpest eyes; he spotted the genius who once pointed at him on set and yelled that he "didn't understand aesthetics."

"Lin! Oh God, I've finally met you!"

James let out a wild, pig-like howl of joy, shoved Steve aside, and charged desperately toward Lin Yan with his short legs.

Master William reacted quickly, grabbing six phonographs and scrambling to get up there.

Lin Yan was deciding whether to make sweet and sour pork ribs or braised pork ribs for dinner when she suddenly looked up.

A group of elderly foreign men dressed in tuxedos and suits were rushing towards him with gleaming eyes.

"Holy crap, a robbery in broad daylight?!" Lin Yan exclaimed in shock.

His first reaction was to protect the ribs in the basket with all his might.

He had to haggle with the butcher, Old Wang, for ten minutes to finally get two yuan's worth of good ribs!

"Mr. Lin! Please accept Oscar's highest respect!"

Steve took control of the paint, and with a smooth slide, he stopped right in front of Lin Yan.

Without saying a word, he grabbed a small golden figure from the brocade box and roughly stuffed it into the shopping basket in Lin Yan's left hand.

"when!"

With a muffled thud, the heavy little golden figure slammed solidly onto the two large white radishes, creating a dent.

"You bastard! How dare you cut in line!" Master William roared in fury.

At this point, who cares about aristocratic etiquette or the style of awarding medals?

He grabbed the gold phonograph trophy and shoved it into the other side of the shopping basket, pressing it firmly against the half-pound of pork ribs.

Lin Yan was stunned by the sudden, outrageous weight, which made his wrist feel heavy.

"Mr. Lin! There's another one! Best foreign language film!" Steve exclaimed, stuffing another one in.

"Best production of the year! This is yours too!" Master William retorted, not to be outdone.

The two old men seemed to be engaged in some kind of bizarre race.

You put one in, I'll insert one.

In less than thirty seconds, the old red, white and blue woven basket in Lin Yan's hand was almost overflowing with three little golden statuettes and six gramophones.

A prestigious international honor that shines brightly.

It was squeezed tightly together with the mud-covered white radish and the raw pork ribs that were oozing blood.

This scene is so outrageous that even movies wouldn't dare to film it like this.

Lin Yan carried a basket weighing over ten kilograms, looked at the little golden statue in his hand, and then at the group of foreign old men in front of him who were panting heavily from exhaustion.

"No way, are you guys crazy?" Lin Yan's face darkened.

"Do you know how heavy this metal lump is?! It damaged my ribs, can you afford to pay for it?!"

Upon hearing Lin Yan's anger, Steve and Charles exchanged a glance.

Disregarding their status, the two bowed deeply to Lin Yan with extreme humility, their attitude humble to the core.

"Mr. Lin, the honor has been delivered. We will not disturb your peace and look forward to your next great work!"

After saying that, the group of bigwigs who wielded immense influence in Hollywood turned and ran, scrambling to get into their car.

With a roar of the engine, they sped away, seemingly afraid that Lin Yan would throw the trophy at them.

Lin Yan, carrying the heavy vegetable basket that felt like Mount Tai, stood in the wind, completely bewildered.

He didn't even understand how those bastards managed to find their way to Xinghai City via the internet.

At this moment, in the flower bed next to the gate of the villa area.

The flash went off unexpectedly.

Two paparazzi from the "Stinger" studio, who had been staking out the studio for three days and three nights, were so engrossed in their work that their fingers were trembling wildly as they held their DSLR cameras, and they even forgot to breathe.

Ten minutes later.

A super high-definition, unedited, and authentic photo, like a nuclear bomb, suddenly appeared at the top of the trending searches on Weibo, Twitter, Facebook, and other major global platforms.

In the photo, Lin Yan, wearing a security guard uniform, looks disgusted.

In the tattered plastic basket in his hand, amidst white radishes and pork ribs, were nine of the world's most prestigious trophies in the entertainment industry, casually arranged.

The accompanying text consisted of only one simple and direct title:

[Shocking! Asian security captain forced to accept an international award by paying extra for his grocery shopping basket!]

The global internet completely crashed at that moment.

Countless superstars who have toiled their entire lives in Hollywood and never even get a chance to touch the Oscar statuette watched as their trophies were squeezed together with white radishes.

The group fell into a deep depression.