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The South Pacific sun is scorching and bright, and the sea breeze, carrying a slightly salty scent, sweeps across Autumn Words Island.

Outside the beach, dozens of yachts worth tens of millions of dollars were lined up, creating the impression of a military parade around this private sea area.

On the central lawn of the island, a team of Michelin three-star chefs, hired at great expense, were working up a frenzy around top-grade Wagyu beef flown in from Australia, the marbled fat sizzling and dripping oil over charcoal.

With the roar of its engines, a Gulfstream G650 came to a steady stop on the small helipad in the center of the island.

As soon as the cabin door opened, Li Mingchang, chairman of the China Musicians Association, Qi Baohua, a national team legend, and Xue Zhiqian, who has topped the charts for years, all stepped down the gangway. These big names, any one of whom could shake up the Chinese entertainment industry, walked down the gangway one by one.

"This is the first time I've ever seen anything like it in my entire life." Old Qi leaned on his sandalwood cane, looking at the open-air stage not far away, which was entirely made of Swarovski crystals, his eyes twitching.

"Mr. Qi, don't forget, we're here to attend the wedding of Asia's richest man." Old Xue pushed up his sunglasses, grinning with a set of big white teeth. "Boss Lin's budget for even plucking a single leg hair is more than the budget I have for releasing ten new albums."

Amidst the laughter and chatter, Lin Yan swayed as he approached.

He wore a wrinkled "Hope of the Whole Village" T-shirt and ten-dollar flip-flops, emphasizing a supremely relaxed feeling of "being so poor that all he has left is money".

Beside him, Shen Qingqiu wore a light-colored bohemian-style long dress, and as the sea breeze blew, she looked as beautiful as if she had a soft-focus filter.

"Seniors, Boss Xue, thank you for flying all this way. You've worked so hard." Lin Yan smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Don't give me that. A wedding is a big deal. How could we not come?" Li Mingchang pulled out a thick red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it directly into Shen Qingqiu's hand. "This is a small token of our appreciation from the old folks at the Music Association. We wish you a long and happy marriage."

Master Qi waved his hand, and his apprentice immediately handed over an antique sandalwood box: "Qingqiu, this is a pair of Hetian jade bracelets that I have treasured. I'm just adding a touch of good fortune to your collection."

Old Xue was the most straightforward; he simply pulled out a black card: "Boss Lin, I'm not very educated, but there's five million in here. The PIN is your birthday. Take it and buy your wife some ribs!"

Shen Qingqiu thanked him graciously and accepted the gifts. Lin Yan looked at the pile of priceless congratulatory gifts and stroked his chin.

"Honey, with everyone being so generous, aren't the limited-edition watches and sports car keys we originally prepared as gifts a bit too tacky?" Lin Yan asked, turning his head.

Shen Qingqiu smiled slightly, "It is quite tacky, too nouveau riche. So what do you think would be a good gift?"

"I got stuck on a game last night and jotted down some notes. I was going to throw them away as scrap paper, but I just thought I'd use them as a thank you gift, so they'll do."

As Lin Yan spoke, he pulled out several crumpled A4 sheets of paper from the pocket of his shorts as if by magic.

The edge of the top sheet of paper even had a little bit of ketchup stain that hadn't been wiped off.

He stepped forward and casually stuffed the first piece of paper into Li Mingchang's hand: "Old Li, didn't you mention before that the national team is lacking a choral piece that can hold its own? Here, take this one and practice your voice with the choir when you have some free time."

Li Mingchang suspiciously accepted the "waste paper" that smelled of tomato sauce.

But when he saw the title at the top, "The Yellow River Cantata," and the incredibly grand and intricately complex polyphonic score below...

The old man's breathing stopped instantly.

"This...this chord progression! This majestic momentum, like the Yellow River flowing down from the sky!" Li Mingchang's hands trembled as if he were having a Parkinson's attack. He stared intently at the score, as if he were holding a peerless martial arts manual.

With his professional expertise, he only needs to go through the melody in his mind once to feel the national spirit contained in this song that is enough to crush this era!

"Xiao Lin, this...this is too precious!" Li Mingchang's eyes reddened, and his voice became hoarse.

This is no souvenir! This is a national treasure-level musical score that could be sent directly to the National Museum for future generations of students to admire!

Lin Yan completely ignored Li Mingchang's excitement, pulled out another piece of paper, and slapped Lao Xue on the chest: "Boss Xue, you did a great job with what you did in Los Angeles last time. I've noticed you've been singing those melancholic love songs lately, so here's one for you, guaranteed to solidify your position as the King of Melancholic Love Songs. Also, go to nightclubs less often and take better care of your voice."

Old Xue nonchalantly picked up the paper with one hand, glanced at it, and saw the title in large characters: "Ugly Monster".

"Hey! Boss Lin, who are you cursing on such a joyous occasion?" Old Xue was just about to make a sarcastic remark when his gaze involuntarily swept over the lyrics of the chorus below:

Ugly duckling, could you please not turn on the lights? The love I crave appears on a completely dark stage...

Old Xue's incessant chatter seemed to be suddenly paused.

He opened his mouth wide, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

This melody and these lyrics are practically a nuclear weapon tailor-made for his uniquely powerful and emotionally charged voice! The extreme emotional outpouring, so humble to the core, is a hundred times more intense than all the songs he has sung since his debut combined!

"Holy crap..."

Old Xue blurted out a phrase from a traditional Chinese poem, and then, with the speed of someone who had been single for thirty years, he stuffed the A4 paper into his inner pocket, covering his chest with both hands as if protecting his manhood.

Seeing their frantic reactions, Old Qi felt a tickle in his heart: "Little Lin, this old man's bones..."

"Master Qi, this is for you." Lin Yan took out another piece of paper and handed it over. "I know you've always wanted to promote Peking Opera. This piece, 'The New Drunken Concubine,' is half pop and half Peking Opera style. It's a play where a man is dressed as a woman, which is perfect for your apprentice to practice his basic skills."

Old Qi quickly put on his reading glasses and only watched a part of the chorus.

With a "snap".

The old man threw his sandalwood cane, which he had been playing with for over a decade, directly onto the beach.

In less than five minutes, the originally peaceful and elegant wedding scene suddenly changed, turning into a scene of refugee robbery.

"Old Li! Let me take a look at your chorus! Just one look!" Old Qi even abandoned his cane and grabbed Li Mingchang's sleeve without regard for his image.

"Get lost! Lao Qi, don't give me that crap! Can you afford to pay for it if you damage it? This is a priceless treasure of Chinese music!" Li Mingchang, like a protective mother hen, desperately hid the paper behind his back.

"Old Xue, let me take a look at one of your pop songs. I'm planning to change my image recently." A veteran pop star leaned towards Old Xue.

"Get out! This was given to me by my own brother! I'll fight anyone who touches it!" Old Xue bared his teeth and guarded his surroundings like a stray dog ​​protecting its food.

Those industry bigwigs who didn't get the sheet music were all green with envy.

Who would have thought! Attending a wedding, the richest man's wedding favors weren't luxury cars or watches, but a "god-level nuclear weapon" that could guarantee someone three lifetimes of royalties and guarantee them to top every chart for the next ten years!

This way of flaunting wealth, treating priceless talent like cabbage and giving it away so casually, completely shattered the worldviews of all the bigwigs present.

"Master Lin! Ancestor Lin! Do you have any scrap paper left? I'll buy it at a high price! Ten million for a single draft!" An entertainment company CEO completely lost his shame and pounced on Lin Yan, trying to hug his leg.

Lin Yan stepped back in disgust, rolling her eyes. "That's all. I just jotted down these few. Want some? Come give them as a gift when I have my son's one-month celebration. Now, everyone go line up over there for coconut juice!"

Seeing these big shots who could shake the entertainment industry with a stomp of their feet outside, now almost fighting over a few scraps of paper with ketchup on them, Shen Qingqiu nestled beside Lin Yan, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

This guy of mine, even his pretentious act is so refined and elegant, it's so annoying that it's impossible not to beat him up.