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The news of Xingyao Entertainment's bankruptcy sent shockwaves through the Chinese entertainment industry.

However, Lin Yan, who should have been at the center of the storm, was instead sprawled on the sofa in the villa halfway up the mountain, engrossed in studying Yin Hu from "Black Myth".

"Slash him! Die!"

Lin Yan held the PS5 controller in his left hand and an iced cola in his right, his fingers leaving afterimages as he rubbed them across the controller.

"Click".

The villa door opened. Shen Qingqiu walked in, wearing high heels. She had just finished a top-level business negotiation, hadn't even had a sip of water, and was clutching a bulging brown paper envelope in her hand.

After changing into slippers, she walked behind the sofa and couldn't help but chuckle as she watched the large "Dishes" character pop up on the screen again.

"This is definitely the fault of the controller's delayed response!" Lin Yan cursed as he threw down the controller, leaned back, and met Shen Qingqiu's smiling eyes.

The signature cool cedar scent wafted from her, and Lin Yan casually asked, "Aren't Lao Liang and the others planning their album profit sharing? Boss Shen got off work pretty early today."

Shen Qingqiu walked around to the side and sat down. Without saying a word, he slammed the heavy kraft paper envelope in his hand onto the coffee table.

"Let's open it and take a look." Her cool voice held a rare hint of pride.

Lin Yan raised an eyebrow and tore open the envelope.

What catches the eye is a red-background, gold-embossed property certificate, along with a thick stack of property transfer agreements stamped with official seals.

Upon turning to the first page and seeing the bolded text at the top, Lin Yan was immediately stunned.

Location: No. 88 Jinyuan Avenue, CBD Core Area, Xinghai City

[Land area: 6,500 square meters, 33-story detached building]

[Property Owner: Lin Yan]

Lin Yan flipped through the red booklet three times.

No. 88 Jinyuan Avenue, isn't that the headquarters building of Xingyao Entertainment? That's a prime piece of land in the CBD, a 33-story landmark with a full glass curtain wall, conservatively estimated to cost at least 12 small dollars.

"What do you mean?" Lin Yan waved the red booklet. "Xingyao just went bankrupt, and the court immediately went online overnight?"

"Hmm." Shen Qingqiu picked up his cup and took a sip of warm water. His tone was as calm as if he had just bought half a pound of pork ribs at the market. "This morning at ten o'clock, the court held an internal auction. The starting price was eight hundred million."

"You bought it?"

"I threw in 1.5 billion yuan in cash," Shen Qingqiu said casually. "Two venture capital firms in the south tried to snatch it away, but I just doubled the price, and they all shut up."

With 1.5 billion yuan in cash, they bought the original owner's building; this completely opened up new possibilities.

Lin Yan pointed to the name on the list: "Then why did you spend so much money to put my name on it?"

Shen Qingqiu turned to stare at him. Those eyes, which usually held a "keep away" attitude, were now filled with a blatant domineering arrogance.

"Three years ago, you suffered here," she said softly. "They made you eat boiled chicken breast for three years and used you as a stepping stone for three years. Today it's bankrupt, so I bought it to be your punching bag. Perfect."

As she said this, she suddenly leaned closer, her warm breath almost hitting Lin Yan's cheek.

"And consider this my 'bride price'." Shen Qingqiu's ears subtly turned red, but her eyes were fixed on him with a fierce, aggressive gaze. "Didn't you say that your ultimate dream in life was to be kept by a rich woman?"

"From now on, you're in charge of this building. Whether you want to collect rent, open a company, or even bulldoze it to build a big reservoir for fishing, it's all up to you."

The top CEO's speech struck straight to the soul.

Lin Yan looked at the woman in front of him who was handing over 1.5 billion without batting an eye, showing none of the awkwardness or mental anguish typical of a male protagonist. This was a gift from a wealthy woman; to refuse even for a second would be disrespectful to these 1.5 billion.

He quickly stuffed the property certificate into his pocket, then casually pulled Shen Qingqiu's slender waist into his arms.

"Boss Shen, I'm definitely going to live off you." Lin Yan whispered with a chuckle in her ear, "For the rest of my life, I'll be relying on you to support me."

Shen Qingqiu felt a slight tingling sensation and pressed herself against his chest, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

"So, Boss Lin, since you own this building," Shen Qingqiu looked up, a sly glint in his eyes, "the two floors of the studio are already overflowing. Old Xue and the others are fighting over the recording studio every day. When are you planning to make a surprise visit to your new territory?"

Lin Yan sighed deeply; the salted fish business was ultimately forced to resume.

"Xiao Zhang!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Administrative Director Xiao Zhang immediately peeked in through the door, his face clearly saying, "I absolutely did not eavesdrop."

"Go and get some people, and notify Lao Liang and Lao Xue." Lin Yan waved his hand. "Take that cargo van and come with me to the CBD to take over the properties!"

"Alright!" Xiao Zhang was so excited he almost did the splits. A 33-story building with a full ocean view—Qingqiu Studio is about to ascend to heaven on the spot!

3 PM. Formerly Xingyao Building, now the private property of Mr. Lin.

Lin Yan, wearing flip-flops, strolled in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows on the 33rd floor. Looking down, he could see the entire coastline of Xinghai City.

Old Liang was so excited he was rubbing his hands together like a fly: "God Lin, this is so damn spacious! If we put our small group into this building, it'd be like scattering pepper everywhere!"

Chen Yu happily twirled around in the boss's chair: "Old Liang, you're too narrow-minded! I want to rent out an entire floor as a gaming room, and the other floor is all leather sofas for lounging around like Ge You!"

Old Xue pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, forcibly regaining his composure: "Lin Shen, now that we've taken over the entire building, the studio's name alone isn't enough. We need to establish a proper entertainment group. This new name…"

Everyone immediately shut up and turned to look at Lin Yan.

Lin Yan calmly took out the remaining caramelized melon seeds from his pocket, cracked one open, and mumbled, "A name? It's no big deal."

He walked to the whiteboard in the corner, picked up a marker, and scribbled down four large characters with a flourish. The handwriting was vigorous and unrestrained, yet it exuded an aura of utter despair.

I don't want to go to work.

The entire room fell silent, and everyone gasped in unison.

"Don't Want to Work Entertainment Group?!" Old Liang nearly crushed his reading glasses. "Lin Shen, are you serious? If this name were hung on a rooftop in the heart of the CBD, the Bureau of Industry and Commerce would probably vomit blood on the spot!"

"What's there to be afraid of? This is called corporate culture." Lin Yan casually tossed his pen aside, speaking with self-righteousness.

"If I can lie down, I won't sit; if I can leave on time, I won't work overtime. This is it! Go find a craftsman to make a solid gold signboard right now, and hang it up prominently first thing tomorrow morning!"