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Time flies.

Concert countdown, last day.

The lobby of the "Don't Want to Go to Work" entertainment group's headquarters was now packed with a group of uninvited guests.

They are all well-known young male and female celebrities in the Chinese entertainment industry, as well as former trainees who were divided up by various companies after Xingyao went bankrupt.

These people who had previously ignored Lin Yan, and even secretly published articles to kick him while he was sidelined by Xingyao, were now all hunched over, standing in a row in the hall like scolded quails.

Leading the group is Wu Zhe, currently one of the most popular celebrities in the industry.

That's right, it's Wu Zhe, the one who stole Lin Yan's center position in the talent show finals and even made Lin Yan lip-sync as his human background.

After Xingyao's downfall, Wu Zhe found a new backer and barely managed to retain his billing. However, with Lin Yan's aggressive dominance of the charts over the past two years, the survival space for idols like Wu Zhe has been squeezed to the point of near suffocation.

Hearing that Lin Yan was going to hold a concert with 100,000 attendees at the Bird's Nest, Wu Zhe's backer gave a direct order: even if it's just shining shoes for Lin Yan, he has to make an appearance on the sidelines of the stage!

That's a live audience of 100,000 people! Add to that the massive traffic from the live stream across the entire internet, and just being on camera for ten seconds can generate more commercial value than half a year of trending topics marketing!

"Director Liang, please, please, let us see President Lin." Wu Zhe bowed deeply to Lao Liang, his smile so obsequious it almost overflowed with wrinkles. "We won't take a single penny for our appearance! We'll even pay for our own makeup and hair! We'll dance for President Lin for free!"

Several of the usually arrogant young women nearby quickly chimed in quietly, "That's right! I brought all the top dance troupes in the country. As long as we can go on stage, even just waving to Lin Shen from the shadows is fine!"

Old Liang stood on the two steps, slowly unscrewing the thermos in his hand, blowing on the goji berries floating on the surface, and glancing at the group of people below.

"Oh, Wu, the top influencer." Old Liang sneered, showing no mercy whatsoever. "Back when our CEO Lin was eating dry bread at Xingyao, where were you guys when you came to offer him some comfort?"

Wu Zhe felt a cold sweat break out on his back and quickly wiped his forehead with the back of his hand: "President Liang, I was blind before and didn't recognize the true god. I have deeply reflected on my actions now. I beg God Lin to give me a chance, even if it's just to be a brick!"

"bite."

Just then, the doors of the president's private elevator in the lobby slowly slid open to both sides.

Lin Yan walked out wearing a minimalist black hoodie, chewing gum as he walked out with one hand in his pocket.

Shen Qingqiu, wearing high heels, followed beside him, looking down at her tablet to confirm the final publicity process.

The moment they saw Lin Yan, the dozens of previously lifeless celebrities in the hall suddenly surged forward as if they had been injected with adrenaline, their eyes gleaming with greed.

"Forest God!"

"Mr. Lin! Please, give me some food!"

Taking advantage of his position, Wu Zhe rushed to the front. If the security personnel hadn't been quick enough to grab his arm, he would most likely have slid down to his knees in front of Lin Yan.

"God Lin! Grandpa Lin! I was blind and arrogant before. Please let me be a backup dancer at your concert! I swear I will never steal the spotlight. I'm just a soulless background!" Wu Zhe's voice was so anxious that it was cracking and clearly tearful.

How fast do the gears of fate turn? Three years ago, he forced Lin Yan to be a background character; three years later, he cried and begged Lin Yan to take him in as a background character.

Lin Yan stopped in his tracks.

There were no angry questions, nor the ecstatic joy of revenge.

His gaze was very calm, as if he were looking at a neatly stacked pile of non-recyclable garbage on the roadside.

"Want to go up to the Bird's Nest?" Lin Yan paused in his chewing gum.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wu Zhe and the group of fans behind him instantly lit up with ecstatic joy, nodding their heads like they were pounding garlic.

Lin Yan tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely gentle smile: "Sure. I happen to have a position that needs someone."

Upon hearing this, all the young actresses and actors in the audience were so excited they almost jumped up!

"Old Liang." Lin Yan tilted his head.

"exist."

"Go to the logistics department and get dozens of security vests." Lin Yan stretched lazily. "With a venue for 100,000 people, the ticket checking pressure at the Bird's Nest gates is too great. I see they're incredibly energetic. All of them are assigned to the four main passages in the east, west, south, and north, with one person guarding one ticket gate."

At this point, Lin Yan paused, his tone turning extremely cold: "Tell the outsourced security captain to make sure they wear masks and hats properly. Anyone who dares to slack off during ticket checks or causes congestion by removing their mask will be thrown out of Olympic Park."

The entire room fell silent.

Wu Zhe's smile froze instantly, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Go to... ticket check?!

These top-tier idols, with millions of fans, are wearing security vests and having audiences scan QR codes at the entrance of the Bird's Nest?!

"Mr. Lin...you must be joking, right?" Wu Zhe's lips trembled.

"Do I look like someone who has time to joke around with you?" Lin Yan slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Two paths. Either take your vest and go check tickets now, and get paid as a part-time security guard; or get out of this door now. But let me make this clear: once you're out of this door, I'll smash every last bite of your food in the entertainment industry. You can try me if you don't believe me."

It was described lightly, yet every word was piercing to the heart.

There's no need for hysterical threats. With Lin Yan's current dominance in the Chinese music scene and the terrifying music library he controls, all he has to do is say a word, and these popular idols won't even be wanted as extras in Hengdian.

The once invincible Xingyao Entertainment has been completely wiped out, let alone their few mass-produced products.

Wu Zhe shuddered, utterly despairing.

"I...I'll go check the ticket..." He gritted his teeth, tears of humiliation welling up in his eyes.

The group of young actresses and actors behind them looked at each other blankly, and finally, as if their spines had been drained, they all wilted.

This is a vicious trick! They tear off their faces and rub them on the ground repeatedly, but in order to survive, they even have to offer their faces to them willingly.

"Good boy." Lin Yan reached out and patted Wu Zhe's stiff shoulder, her tone like she was coaxing a dog. "Remember to be nice at the door, smile more. You guys are the service champions in the entertainment industry."

After saying that, Lin Yan didn't even glance at them again, and led Shen Qingqiu straight to the Maybach that had been waiting outside.

Once in the car, Shen Qingqiu looked out the window at the top celebrities lining up to receive reflective vests and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You're really something, you even go so far as to destroy someone's spirit. Tomorrow the internet will probably be full of trending topics like 'A top influencer with millions of followers was photographed working as a paid security guard at the Bird's Nest.'"

"I've told you before, I'm only as narrow-minded as a pinhead." Lin Yan leaned back in the leather seat of the Maybach, closed his eyes to rest, "Get some rest, and tomorrow, we'll go and tear down the roof of the Bird's Nest."