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"Clang!"

Li Mingchang's teacup clattered on the coffee table, spilling tea.

He stared at the young man in front of him, who was wearing bright floral shorts and flip-flops, his eyes reddening.

"Brother Lin, what...did you just say?"

"I said, I'll take this job."

Lin Yan took out a tissue and wiped the coffee table clean.

He looked up, his usual sullen demeanor completely gone.

"The five thousand years of Chinese civilization are not something a foreign devil, whose country has only been established for a few hundred years, can point fingers at."

Li Mingchang slapped his thigh and straightened his back abruptly.

"Alright! With you saying that, this old man is willing to risk his reputation to muddy the waters! What do you need? A national symphony orchestra? A master of folk music? Just name your name, and I'll go and invite them for you!"

"No need to make it so tragic, Old Li."

Lin Yan waved his hand, leaned back on the sofa, and instantly reverted to his previous state, looking like a lazy bum, as if he had just had a brief moment of lucidity before death.

"It's just writing a song, not building an atomic bomb. But if we're going to do it, let's go big. I don't plan to have any veteran singers perform this song."

Li Mingchang was taken aback: "You don't want veteran artists to sing? So you mean...?"

"We shouldn't let the good stuff go to outsiders."

Lin Yan pointed confidently to the door.

"Our boss, Ms. Shen, has a top-notch voice. She's the perfect person to anchor this grand song."

"Shen Qingqiu?" Li Mingchang frowned slightly.

Shen Qingqiu is undoubtedly a national pop diva, but she has mostly played cool and aloof pop songs in the past. Can she handle this national-level patriotic song?

"Mr. Li, do you not trust me?" Lin Yan raised an eyebrow.

Thinking of the kid's incredible achievement of writing five divine songs in one night, and that song that caused an uproar in the entire archaeological community, Li Mingchang gritted his teeth.

"Alright! I trust people I use! This task is entirely your responsibility; I'll only look at the final product!"

Li Mingchang left in a flurry, carrying an official document.

Meanwhile, the online uproar not only failed to subside, but intensified.

William Davis's tweet was reposted verbatim by a prominent Chinese influencer on Weibo, instantly causing a stir across the entire internet.

I heard that China is about to host a cultural exchange week. I listened to their most popular music right now, and sadly, it's all just soft, sentimental love songs and melodramatic pop tunes. The Chinese music scene lacks real vision; they don't understand what epic music is at all. Using this kind of music as the opening theme would be an insult to international art.

Between the lines, it's all arrogance and contempt for others; how could Chinese netizens possibly tolerate that?

"Who's this foreign devil? He's spewing nonsense without even brushing his teeth?"

"I checked, and he really is a classical music heavyweight, a two-time Grammy winner, and has millions of YouTube subscribers..."

"Just because someone's a big shot doesn't mean they can trample on us like that! We could crush them with the resources of any single dynasty!"

"I'm so angry! But... it seems like all the popular songs on the market these days are just mindless pop songs..."

"Although they're arrogant, they've really hit our weak spot. If we actually used songs by those popular celebrities at the opening ceremony, we'd lose face internationally."

After the anger comes a deep sense of frustration.

Netizens were dismayed to find that, faced with such ridicule, they couldn't find a single modern pop song that could powerfully refute the grandeur of China as a great nation.

Just when the entire internet was feeling depressed, a popular comment quietly rose to the top.

"Who says we don't have gods? Have you forgotten that man?!"

This sentence was like a spark that instantly ignited the entire internet.

"Holy crap! We have Lin Shen!"

"Lin Shen! Come out and greet the customers! They've already come to your doorstep!"

"If it were Lin Shen, he could definitely write an epic masterpiece that would smash this foreign devil's head!"

"@Qingqiu Studio, stop pretending to be dead! Quickly drag your salty-faced director out of bed and get him to write a song!"

In less than half an hour, the hashtag "#The whole internet is calling for Lin Yan to fight#" skyrocketed to the top of the trending topics list, followed by the eye-catching word "explosive".

Millions of netizens flooded the official Weibo account with messages, with thousands pleading for Lin Yan to participate in the battle.

Evening, inside the villa on the hillside.

Shen Qingqiu walked out of the bathroom, drying her wet hair.

Looking at Lin Yan, who was sprawled out on the sofa, engrossed in playing a game, she couldn't help but sigh.

"The internet is in an uproar, everyone's calling for you to join the fight, and what are you doing here playing games?"

Shen Qingqiu walked over and kicked his calf.

"What's the rush? Let the bullets fly for a while."

Lin Yan frantically pressed buttons on the controller, manipulating his character to roll and dodge damage.

"That foreigner named William is nothing more than a transnational keyboard warrior. It's pointless to waste time arguing with him online."

"So what do you plan to do?" Shen Qingqiu sat down on the single sofa, crossing his legs.

"What else can we do? Slap him in the face with our artwork."

Lin Yan launched a brilliant counterattack, and the Boss on the screen collapsed to the ground.

He tossed the controller aside and stretched: "Besides, Old Li just assigned me a national-level task. This is a directive to slap me in the face, so of course I have to make sure it's handled properly."

"Have you come up with any ideas for the song?" Shen Qingqiu asked.

"Yes." Lin Yan turned to look at her. "This song not only needs to have a grand scope, but also the power to strike the soul. I'm going to have you sing it."

"Me?" Shen Qingqiu was stunned, pointed to himself, "I've never sung a grand patriotic song like this before."

"It's good that you haven't sung it before." Lin Yan smiled. "Your voice is too cold and ethereal, but if you used that ethereal voice to sing about the vast rivers and mountains of China and the vicissitudes of time, the contrast would definitely blow everyone's mind."

Looking into Lin Yan's confident eyes, Shen Qingqiu felt inexplicably at ease.

It's as if even if the sky were to fall, this guy could hold up the sky with one hand.

"Okay, I'll sing." Shen Qingqiu said without the slightest hesitation.

"However..." Lin Yan suddenly curled up a wicked smile.

"Before I sang, I felt it was necessary to respond to that foreigner online. Otherwise, netizens would be incredibly frustrated."

"How are you going to respond? Have Lao Zhang draft a public relations statement?" Shen Qingqiu immediately got to work.

"No need. Watch me. We have to be aloof with this kind of person, otherwise they'll stick to you like glue."