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The internet's memory is indeed short, but once the official authorities get involved, things change.

Saturday morning.

The lingering impact of "Blue and White Porcelain" didn't stop at all; instead, it swept through the entire Chinese music scene with an overwhelming force.

The top spot on the hottest songs chart, rising songs chart, and new songs chart of the three major music platforms is firmly held by the same name.

Just as the entire internet was listening to this beautiful Jiangnan-style song on repeat, the official Weibo account of China Youth Daily published a lengthy editorial.

The title is quite sensational: "Inheriting culture with craftsmanship, rather than polluting classics with the stench of money."

The first half of the article highly praised the dream collaboration between Xinghai City Museum and "Blue and White Porcelain," saying that it "tells the story of history in a way that young people like, creating a new era of mainstream propaganda."

But in the latter half, the writing style suddenly shifts, and every word becomes piercingly incisive.

"In stark contrast, some entertainment capital, under the guise of public welfare, churns out industrial-grade garbage. They attempt to manipulate trends with capital and mask quality with traffic—their intentions are despicable!"

The entire article didn't mention "Xingyao Entertainment" at all, but this action was practically revealing Mr. Zhao's ID number.

This official statement from the state media effectively sealed Xingyao Entertainment's fate.

As soon as the stock market opened, Xingyao's stock didn't even make a ripple; it immediately hit the daily limit down and was firmly stuck at the floor.

Shareholders flooded the comments section with insults directed at the ancestors of Xingyao's top executives.

Meanwhile, the tax and business registration authorities received a massive number of anonymous reports. Two law enforcement vehicles with flashing lights pulled up in front of Xingyao's headquarters.

In the top-floor office.

Mr. Zhao stared intently at the green limit-down line on the tablet, then glanced at the uniformed staff walking into the lobby downstairs, his hands trembling like he had Parkinson's disease.

"Mr. Zhao! The bank says our cash flow has dried up and they've withdrawn their loan ahead of schedule!"

The CFO rushed in, tumbling and stumbling, tears streaming down his face.

The legal director followed closely, his face as white as if he'd applied flour: "We've sent termination letters to all five of our top brand ambassadors, demanding 120 million in damages for breach of contract..."

Mr. Zhao felt dizzy and his breathing became rapid, like a broken bellows.

He grabbed the purple clay teapot on the table, intending to smash it, but he couldn't muster any strength in his wrist.

"Lin Yan... Shen Qingqiu... you guys..."

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled thud was heard, and Mr. Zhao fell straight backward, his mouth twitching violently, foaming at the mouth.

"Call an ambulance immediately! Mr. Zhao has suffered a stroke!"

In less than an hour, the hashtag "Xingyao CEO Furious and Headed to ICU" topped the trending searches.

This once-powerful entertainment giant is preparing for its demise at lightning speed.

……

At the same time, at a villa on a hillside in Xinghai City.

Lin Yan sat cross-legged on the sofa, munching on half a fried dough stick, and chuckled as he watched the financial news on TV.

"Tsk, Old Zhao's mental fortitude is lacking. He's in the ICU after losing just a few small profits. Back in the day, I ate boiled chicken breast for three years at Xingyao and didn't have a brain hemorrhage."

Shen Qingqiu, dressed in silk loungewear, walked over with a hand-drip coffee in her hand, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy.

"Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. When the tax bureau went in to investigate, they found that the amount of tax Lao Zhao evaded was enough for him to work as a sewing machine in prison for ten years." Shen Qingqiu sat opposite him and took a sip of coffee.

"We really have to thank you this time; the authorities conveniently cleaned up our own house."

Lin Yan swallowed the fried dough stick in two bites and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Stop trying to get close to me, I was only talking about my big seaside villa. By the way, boss, what about the promised raise?"

Shen Qingqiu rolled her eyes at him, exuding charm: "You have tens of millions in royalties in your account, why are you still eyeing my pittance salary?"

"Look at what you're saying! The salary is the pleasure of getting something for free, but the royalties are the hard-earned money from selling my body... no, I mean, my art!" Lin Yan said righteously.

As the two were arguing, the video doorbell suddenly rang like a death knell.

Shen Qingqiu glanced at the screen and raised an eyebrow. Lin Yan leaned over for a look and burst out laughing.

On the screen, Chen Yu was wearing a black hoodie, a mask, and a baseball cap, dragging a huge black suitcase, looking exactly like a pushover who had just arrived in the city.

"Open the door, they're probably here to beg for food," Lin Yan yawned.

As soon as the door opened, Chen Yu slid to his knees with a "thump," grabbed Lin Yan's leg, and cried his heart out.

"Brother Lin! Sister Shen! Help!"

Lin Yan dodged backward in disgust: "Let go! Your pants are going to fall down! How did you end up looking like a beggar?"

Chen Yu sniffled as he got up, his eyes red-rimmed: "Xingyao is finished! The higher-ups want to push me out to take the fall, saying that going to the museum to stage an accident was all my team's idea. Not only are they terminating my contract, but they also want me to pay 20 million in compensation! All my cards are frozen, and I even had to borrow money for taxi fares..."

"I just went to Qingqiu Studio, but the receptionist said Sister Shen wasn't there, so I came here."

This former center of a top boy band is now looking as miserable as a little stray dog ​​caught in the rain.

Shen Qingqiu crossed her arms and sneered, "Xingyao is looking for a scapegoat. What are you doing here? Qingqiu Studio isn't a shelter."

Chen Yu suddenly opened his suitcase, pulled out a thick stack of documents, and presented them with both hands, as if handing over a letter of surrender.

"Sister Shen, Brother Lin! I realized this on the island: following capital means you'll go hungry for three days and starve nine, but following Brother Lin means you'll have meat to eat! This is the contract I drafted myself!"

His tone was resolute: "As long as you help me with the contract termination lawsuit, my studio will take 90% of all my income for the next ten years! Just give me a way to make a living!"

Lin Yan was stunned.

This kid looks like he has a brainstem deficiency, but he's really ruthless when it comes to life and death, even selling himself like a pig.

Shen Qingqiu glanced at Lin Yan, his eyes questioning.

Lin Yan stroked his chin, circling around Chen Yu: "Take 90%? You're a perfect candidate to be a slave. But we're all about quality, and your singing and dancing..."

"I can learn! I practice dancing for twelve hours a day!" Chen Yu exclaimed anxiously.

"Alright, keep it as a bonus." Lin Yan turned to Shen Qingqiu and said, "Who knows, it might come in handy later."

Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but chuckle; this person was all talk and no action.

"Alright, go to the studio and find Lawyer Zhang." Shen Qingqiu looked at Chen Yu. "I'll explain your situation to him, and then have the front desk arrange your accommodation. Get familiar with the studio environment first."

Chen Yu was so excited that he bowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, Sister Shen! Thank you, Brother Lin! I'll go right now!"

Watching Chen Yu run off happily, Lin Yan stretched lazily and said, "The world is finally peaceful. From today onwards, I'm going to be a dead fish who sleeps until I naturally wake up every day."

Shen Qingqiu slowly put down his coffee cup, a dangerous smile curving his lips.

"Salted fish? Director Lin, have you forgotten that you still have a crucial KPI to meet?"

Lin Yan's back stiffened abruptly, and his scalp began to tingle.