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Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The official Weibo account of Xinghai Public Security Bureau, together with the account of Ping An Huaxia General Bureau, simultaneously released a pinned announcement.

The report, unusually, conveyed a sense of helplessness, as if "the absurd mother had opened the door for the absurd."

[Ping An Xinghai: Regarding the recent online discussion about the bestselling book "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles," our bureau has taken the matter very seriously after receiving reports from the public and relevant organizations. We conducted an overnight investigation into the book's author, "Mojin Xiaowei" (pseudonym), in accordance with the law.]

[Upon investigation, the author is a law-abiding citizen with no record of illegal or disorderly conduct. The book's professional settings regarding ancient tombs, feng shui, and the "Luoyang shovel" are based on "reasonable reverse deductions" made by the author using modern geological, physical, and chemical principles, combined with numerous publicly available academic papers!]

[To put it simply: the author didn't actually raid tombs; it's just that their imagination is too wild and their cultural level is too high.]

[Friendly reminder: Article 5 of the Law on the Protection of Cultural Relics stipulates that all cultural relics remaining within the territory of my country belong to the state. We urge all netizens to trust science; illegally selling or excavating cultural relics is illegal! Do not imitate plots from novels!]

The moment this announcement was released, the entire Chinese internet exploded.

Originally, "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles" was a huge hit online, but many trolls and "insiders" were stirring up trouble, claiming with certainty that the author had been arrested and that a nationwide ban was imminent.

And what happened? The authorities themselves stepped in to refute the rumors!

Not only did it refute the rumors, it also indirectly confirmed the author's terrifying ability to fool archaeological experts with his imagination and formulas!

The trending topics list was completely reshuffled within ten minutes.

#Official Clarification Regarding the Author of "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles"# (Breaking News)

#A science genius was discovered while checking the water meter# (Breaking news)

#Just a wild imagination# (Hot)

The Weibo comment section erupted in unprecedented celebration.

[Holy crap, hahaha! This is hilarious! Police: We got a report of a tomb raiding boss, but they brought back a calculus student?!]

[Incredible reverse engineering! The tomb raiders are awesome!]

[Even the national team and the police almost believed it, so how realistic is this book? Brothers, let's go!]

[Official, hardcore reverse marketing – truly impressive!]

With the police's massive influx of traffic, the already sold-out "Tomb Raider" series saw its price on secondhand platforms skyrocket to ten times its original price.

The landline of the Forbidden City Publishing House was bombarded with calls.

Editor-in-Chief Zhou Deming was so excited by the skyrocketing pre-sale orders that he swallowed two quick-acting heart pills.

"Two million copies aren't enough! Order another three million! Tell the printing press to run the machines until they're smoking!"

Meanwhile, in the villa in Xinghai City.

Lin Yan took a shower, changed into loose casual clothes, and was leisurely eating the braised pork that he had brought back from the bureau while nestled on the sofa.

Shen Qingqiu sat opposite him.

She stared at the completely out-of-control trending topics on her phone, feeling her worldview being repeatedly rebuilt.

"Lin Yan, tell me the truth." Shen Qingqiu put down his phone and rubbed his temples.

"How many things are you still hiding from me? Songwriting, composing, cooking, and now you can even use geology and the I Ching to fool experts. You spent three years as a trainee at Xingyao, but you were actually cultivating immortality, weren't you?"

Lin Yan picked up a piece of braised pork and smiled casually.

"Boss, it's basic stuff. A salted fish's daily routine is just reading more books to pass the time, right?"

Shen Qingqiu was amused by his infuriating attitude.

But thinking about it carefully, this is the man that Shen Qingqiu signed under pressure.

Xingyao Entertainment went to great lengths to crush him, but he simply put on a different persona and directly alarmed the official authorities, leaving even the most powerful players stunned.

At this point, Lin Yan was an absolute nuclear-level weapon of mass destruction, both in the music and publishing industries.

"Alright, today was a close call." Shen Qingqiu got up to pour water.

"However, the police report was issued in Xinghai City. Although it didn't mention your real name, netizens are already meticulously investigating local celebrities. You should stay home these next few days and not go out."

The voice just fell.

"Ding-dong."

Doorbell rang.

Shen Qingqiu's heart, which had just settled down, instantly jumped back into suspense.

"Again? Could it be those paparazzi from Xingyao Entertainment showing up at the door?" She quickly walked to the entrance and glanced at the video screen.

Several elderly men with gray hair, dressed in Zhongshan suits, were standing on the screen.

The man in the lead, leaning on a cane and slapping his thigh in frustration, was none other than Professor Sun Changgeng, the renowned archaeologist from Beijing who had been arguing with Lin Yan in the video.

Even more outrageous is that standing next to Professor Sun was none other than Li Mingchang, an elder from the Huaxia Music Association!

"Open the door! Shen girl, I know Lin boy is inside!" Old Li shouted into the camera.

Shen Qingqiu opened the door, completely bewildered.

As soon as the door opened, Professor Sun Changgeng strode in with great speed, showing none of the airs of an old scholar. His legs were so nimble that he could run a marathon.

He immediately spotted Lin Yan chewing braised pork on the sofa.

"Young friend Lin!"

Professor Sun rushed over and grabbed Lin Yan's sauce-covered hand, tears streaming down his face.

"I was blind to your greatness! Your words this afternoon were more valuable than ten years of study!"

Lin Yan was so startled she almost choked, quickly pulling her hand back to grab a tissue: "No, Professor Sun, you flew all the way from Beijing, aren't you tired of the journey?"

"For the national treasures! For the truth! Two hours are nothing!"

Professor Sun plopped down next to Lin Yan and, as if by magic, pulled out a red-background, gold-lettered appointment certificate from his pocket.

"Young friend Lin, on behalf of the Huaxia Cultural Relics Protection Research Institute and the National Museum, I formally appoint you as a Special Honorary Senior Advisor!" Professor Sun's eyes lit up.

"Name your price! House, car, allowances—all included! All you have to do is come and help us look at the geological maps of those large tombs!"

Old Li, who was behind him, immediately objected and rushed forward to push Old Sun aside.

"Old Sun, don't you know anything about first come, first served? Lin Yan is the music director of our music association 'Rise of Chinese Pop'! Stop trying to poach him!"

"Bullshit! Is making music more important than archaeology? Young friend Lin's brain was born for geology! Leaving it for you to sing would be a waste of talent!" Professor Sun retorted, refusing to back down.

The two national treasure-level bigwigs were arguing heatedly in Lin Yan's living room, like kindergarten grandpas fighting over toys.

Shen Qingqiu stood to the side, completely numb.

Other newcomers to the entertainment industry have to beg and plead for gigs and gigs.

Their own artists are doing well, eating takeout in their pajamas, while bigwigs from the national team are lining up to snatch them away, and it looks like they're about to take action.

Lin Yan sighed helplessly as he watched the two old men almost come to blows.

He swallowed the last bite of meat, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and spoke in his unchanging salty accent.

"Gentlemen, stop!"

Lin Yan leaned back on the sofa: "I'll take on the national team's projects. But I'll only be a nominal consultant; I won't be in the office regularly, and I won't clock in or out."

He glanced at the petrified Shen Qingqiu, raising an eyebrow: "After all, I signed a contract with the studio, and my ultimate goal is to make money, buy a house, retire, and go fishing. If it interferes with my life as a salted fish, I'll go on strike anytime."

The living room fell silent instantly.

The two bigwigs looked at each other, and finally both gave a wry smile.

This kid is incredibly talented, but infuriatingly lazy. But amazingly, they actually fall for it!

"Deal!" Professor Sun slapped his thigh. "All you need to do is keep an eye on things at crucial moments!"