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Early December. I don't want to go to the entertainment group's president's office.

Shen Qingqiu closed the financial statement in her hand, looked up at Lin Yan who was sprawled on the sofa, yawning and scrolling through short videos, and said softly, "It's almost the end of the year. We got our marriage certificate in such a hurry that we just posted a Weibo. Both our elders, including the company's senior management and some old friends in the industry, are urging us to have a formal wedding."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan casually locked his phone screen and sat up straight, a rare occurrence for him.

Actually, he had been thinking about this for a while. It's true that he hates trouble, but he also knows that for a girl like Shen Qingqiu, a wedding with a full sense of ceremony is absolutely essential.

What's more, she's a female CEO with a billion-dollar fortune supporting a top-tier idler like me. She's enjoying this gigolo so much, I have to repay her kindness.

"We must do it. We absolutely must do it, and the scale must be enormous." Lin Yan's eyes became serious.

Shen Qingqiu paused slightly as she fiddled with the report. A beautiful smile just appeared on her lips, but then she seemed to remember something, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"But... if we hold it in China, the media and paparazzi will definitely surround the venue like a metal barrel. I don't want our wedding to end up being a PR show for everyone to see."

Lin Yan nodded in deep agreement. He was all too aware of the popularity of his pairing with Shen Qingqiu.

With Asia's richest man and a top-tier diva at the helm, forget about the wedding; even a single drop of a needle at the ceremony would dominate the trending topics for three days. Forget about having a peaceful wedding; the tires of the wedding car would probably be worn smooth by the paparazzi's long lenses.

"Leave this to me." Lin Yan stood up, walked behind Shen Qingqiu's chair, and skillfully reached out to massage her shoulders. "I guarantee you, this will be a perfect wedding where not even a mosquito can get in, and where only family and friends offer their blessings."

the next day.

Lin Yan directly tapped into the group's bottomless cash flow, and with a wave of his hand, instantly purchased a stunning private island in the South Pacific Ocean in full.

The island is directly named "Autumn Words". The island boasts pristine, jelly-like seas, crystal-clear lagoons, and groves of coconut palms swaying in the wind.

Immediately afterwards, this man, who would rather lie down than sit, demonstrated a terrifying level of financial power and execution ability.

He directly ordered the group to suspend all unnecessary external publicity and promotion activities.

The legal department, security department, and logistics department were like tightly wound precision machines, all working in top-secret preparation for this wedding of the century.

The application for routes for one hundred private charter flights was completed in a flash.

A team of 30 Michelin three-star chefs, along with their cooking equipment, were packed up and airlifted.

Working day and night, they managed to build an open-air crystal stage on the beach, equipped with the world's top-of-the-line sound system.

The most outrageous part was the security aspect.

To avoid paparazzi, Lin Yan spent a fortune hiring a top-tier international security team comprised entirely of retired special forces soldiers.

Three heavy yachts equipped with high-pressure water cannons and radar jamming devices effectively created an absolute no-go zone twenty nautical miles outside the island. Furthermore, two helicopters were patrolling the area around the clock.

This isn't wedding preparations, it's practically a military fortress built right here in the Pacific Ocean!

As for the invitations, they were all delivered in person by designated personnel; all electronic media were refused.

The number of invitees was extremely limited, consisting of close relatives of both parties, core members of the group (Lao Liang, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhao), and a very small number of close friends in the industry (Lao Xue, Teacher He, Chef Huang, etc.), totaling less than three hundred people.

All guests arriving on the island must sign an outrageously strict confidentiality agreement before boarding, and are absolutely not allowed to bring any electronic devices with camera functions.

But secrets can't stay hidden forever.

Despite the "Don't Want to Go to Work Group" keeping the news under the highest level of secrecy, the news that "Lin Yan and Shen Qingqiu are about to get married on a private island overseas" still caused a sensation in the entertainment industry.

Entertainment media and paparazzi around the world are green with envy.

This is truly a wedding of the century! The ultimate bombshell with an estimated value of hundreds of billions across the internet! Forget about videos, if anyone can capture even a single high-definition, blurry picture of them kissing, they can buy a large apartment in Beijing's Second Ring Road in cash tomorrow!

Thus, a fierce tug-of-war between "secretly taking photos" and "counter-secretly taking photos" unfolded on the surface of the Pacific Ocean.

Zhuo Yiwei, known as the "Number One Paparazzo" in China, joined forces with three top gossip magazines and scraped together money to rent a deep-sea fishing boat.

These people put on tattered cotton-padded coats and disguised themselves as fishermen going out to sea, hoping to sneak into the vicinity of "Autumn Words" under the cover of night.

As a result, the dilapidated fishing boat had just wobbled across the red line of fifteen nautical miles from the island.

"Boom!"

A violent roar of engines ripped through the tranquil night sky.

A heavy security speedboat, entirely black and with an extremely aggressive design, cut through the waves, charging straight toward the fishing boat like a ferocious beast! The searchlights on the speedboat instantly turned on, the pale beams of light like sharp swords, illuminating the deck of the fishing boat as bright as day.

Zhuo Yiwei was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he almost fed the seaweed with the telephoto lens in his hand, which was worth tens of thousands of yuan.

Immediately afterwards, a highly authoritative warning in both Chinese and English blared from the speedboat's loudspeaker:

"Warning! You have illegally entered a private territorial waters restricted area! Turn back immediately! Otherwise, we will take measures to forcibly remove you!"

The fishing boat captain, with his full beard, had never seen anything like this before. He was so frightened he almost vomited bile. He jerked the steering wheel, turned the boat around on the spot, and sped away at full speed.

Zhuo Yiwei and his team didn't even get a clear look at what the sand on the island looked like before their operation was declared a failure.

the other side.

Several unscrupulous paparazzi companies in North America, finding that taking the water route was not feasible, decided to resort to airdropping.

They spent a huge sum of money to acquire two military-grade small aerial photography drones equipped with ultra-long-range telephoto lenses, attempting to break through defenses by taking blind shots from high altitudes.

However, the two metal lumps had just approached the airspace above the island.

The security team deployed a high-power, full-band signal jammer at a high point on the island, which instantly went into full power.

The two expensive drones lost control in mid-air without transmitting a single image, plunging headfirst into the Pacific Ocean like two kites with broken strings, becoming shark food.

Thus, all the top media outlets were utterly defeated and routed by Lin Yan's elaborate trap.

On Weibo, netizens who had stayed up all night waiting for Reuters' photos to be taken were not angry when they learned that the paparazzi alliance had been completely wiped out; instead, they burst out laughing.

[Hahaha! What a loser! You're usually so good at filming minor celebrities cheating, how come you can't even get past the threshold of an island today!]

[Lin Shen: You really think I'm just a figurehead as the security captain? If you piss me off, I'll buy you an aircraft carrier!]

[I heard from insiders that Lin Shen has even deployed radar jamming equipment and destroyers/cruisers to guard against these paparazzi; he's practically setting up two rows of anti-aircraft missiles on the beach!]

The more they cover it up, the more it itches to get in! What kind of god-like wedding is this that not even a fly can get in?!