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The Golden Melody Awards ceremony officially began at 8 p.m.

The indoor heating was on full blast, and Lin Yan and Shen Qingqiu finally took off their four-pound military overcoats, revealing their casual clothes underneath.

Lin Yan was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, while Shen Qingqiu wore a simple white knit sweater.

But even amidst a sea of ​​dazzling backless evening gowns and haute couture suits, the two still stood out remarkably.

The most central position in the first row was undoubtedly given to them.

The gala proceeded quickly, but the atmosphere on set became increasingly absurd.

Because tonight's award speeches were like a cassette tape being repeated endlessly.

"The winner of this year's Best Lyricist award is—Lin Yan! Her winning piece is 'Blue and White Porcelain'!"

"The winner of this year's Best Composer award is—Lin Yan! His winning work is 'Wanjiang'!"

"The winner of this year's Best Arranger award is—Lin Yan! His winning piece is 'A Laughter in the Vast Sea'!"

"The winner of this year's Best Newcomer award is—Lin Yan!"

The award presenters came and went, but Lin Yan was always the only one who strolled up to accept the award. He essentially booked out the entire Golden Melody Awards venue.

At first, Lin Yan went up with a smile, offering a few polite words like "Thank you to the organizing committee, thank you to the boss." But by the fifth time he went up to collect the pure bronze trophy, his smile was almost impossible to maintain.

Each trophy weighs about two pounds, and with five or six heavy trophies in his arms, Lin Yan felt like he wasn't attending an awards ceremony, but rather doing weighted squats.

"How many are left?" After stepping off the stage, Lin Yan slammed all five trophies down at Shen Qingqiu's feet, muttering in a low voice, "These things are so heavy, and they don't even fold!"

Shen Qingqiu suppressed a laugh and flipped through the program list in his hand: "If nothing unexpected happens, there are four more. These include awards such as Best Single and Album of the Year."

Lin Yan's vision went black: "Running back and forth like this is even more tiring than fighting Black Myth. I need to find some tools."

He waved to the stagehand who was squatting by the aisle maintaining order.

"God Lin, what can I do for you?" The young man asked, his face beaming with the excitement of a fan.

"Go, go to the logistics department and find me a sturdy bag. Preferably a woven bag, the kind that can hold fertilizer sacks," Lin Yan instructed naturally.

The young man froze on the spot, thinking he was hallucinating: "Huh? A sack?"

"Hurry up, I need it urgently, my hand is about to break." Lin Yan waved his hand and urged.

Ten minutes later, the most prestigious awards of the night were presented – Best Male Singer of the Year and Best Song of the Year.

As expected, there was no suspense.

"Let's congratulate Lin Yan! With a series of dominant, god-level live performances and works, he has won two major awards!" The host's voice was almost hoarse from shouting.

Amidst thunderous applause that nearly lifted the roof off the venue, Lin Yan stood up.

But he didn't come empty-handed; instead, he pulled a brightly colored urea bag from his pocket. This was a genuine woven bag that the stagehand had searched through the entire storeroom to find.

Lin Yan strolled onto the stage, carrying a plastic snakeskin bag in his left hand.

The senior musician presenting the award, a highly respected figure, stared at the vintage-looking bag in Lin Yan's hand, his lips twitching wildly: "Little Lin, what is this...?"

Lin Yan smiled sheepishly, "Sir, this trophy is too heavy; it doesn't fit in my pocket. May I trouble you to put it in?"

As he spoke, he directly opened the snakeskin bag and threw the two double prizes he had just received into it with a "clatter".

The entire venue was completely silent for a full three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of uproarious laughter erupted, enough to lift the roof off!

[A miraculous trophy in a snakeskin bag! A completely new perspective!]

[While others are moved to tears upon receiving an award, Lin Yan looks like an old man going to the countryside to buy goods! His relaxed demeanor is amazing!]

[This scene is too brutal! A grand slam of nine awards forced even the God of Wealth to pull out a sack!]

[Wang Pangzi must be spitting blood backstage. That was a pure copper, gold-plated Golden Melody Award trophy! Was he just throwing it into a junk bag like a garbage collector?]

Lin Yan, carrying a woven bag half-filled with trophies, stood in front of the microphone, feeling that he should at least say a few words in his acceptance speech.

Below the stage, former top idol Xue Zhiqian, powerhouse vocalist Zhang Liang, Black Panther lead singer Lao Pao'er, and even a host of other top stars from other companies were all staring at him intently.

That look in their eyes wasn't at a competitor at all; it was more like a pack of repair dogs waiting for their meal had spotted a colossal bone. Their eyes practically screamed: "Song for me!"

After all, Lin Yan has already proven with his talent that a song he casually throws out can instantly elevate a washed-up singer to stardom.

"Ahem." Lin Yan cleared his throat, looked at the pairs of green eyes below the stage, and slowly said, "This trip tonight was worthwhile; the goods we acquired were quite substantial."

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience.

"Thank you all for your support." Lin Yan picked up the snakeskin bag and casually shook it. "I'm a rather lazy person. I write songs entirely based on my mood. However, the studio might expand next year. As for who I'll write songs for..."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

Xue Zhiqian immediately straightened his back, while Zhang Liang even nervously gripped the hem of her skirt and slowed her breathing.

"Let's see how things go." Lin Yan casually uttered these four words, and amidst a collective gasp of disappointment and frantic anticipation, he picked up his snakeskin bag and gracefully stepped off the stage.

Back in his seat, Lin Yan tossed the snakeskin bag to his feet and turned to give Shen Qingqiu a big yawn.

"I'm sleepy. I'm off work. I'm going home for hot pot."

Shen Qingqiu looked at the half-bag of "scrap metal" at her feet, which represented the highest honor in the Chinese music scene, and then at the man in front of her whose mind was only about eating and sleeping. She shook her head helplessly and affectionately.

"Okay, let's go home."

Just as the two reached the venue's passageway, preparing to slip away early, a middle-aged foreign man in a suit suddenly darted out from the side, blocking Lin Yan's path with a sweaty brow.

"Mr. Lin! Please wait a moment!" The middle-aged man handed over a business card with both hands, his tongue almost tied in knots with excitement. "I'm the president of Universal Music Greater China! Mr. William strongly recommended you to our headquarters! We're willing to offer fifty million US dollars to directly buy out the composition rights for your next international competition!"

Upon hearing this, the A-list celebrities who hadn't yet dispersed all gasped in shock.

Fifty million US dollars! Just for the music rights to one song?!

This isn't a music producer, this is clearly a human money-printing machine!

Lin Yan didn't even lift his eyelids. He casually took the business card, stuffed it into the snakeskin bag that held the trophies without even looking at it, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"Fifty million US dollars? That does sound like a lot."

The middle-aged CEO's eyes lit up, thinking there was hope.

"But I'm on vacation right now and I'm not taking any clients this month." Lin Yan took Shen Qingqiu's hand, walked around the foreigner blocking the way, and headed towards the door without looking back. "Let me finish beating up the monkeys at home first."

In the corridor, only the disheveled figure of the Hollywood president remained, along with the desperate sighs of his domestic entertainment colleagues who were utterly disillusioned with life.

Shoot a monkey? What monkey is more important than fifty million US dollars?!

That night, hashtags like #LinYanBuyingGoodsInMassBags# and #FiftyMillionDollarsCannotDefeatBlackMyth# swept across the entire East Asian internet with unstoppable force!