Huayu: You were supposed to be a top star, but you've become capital?

September 16, 9 PM, Arrival level of International/Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan terminals at Terminal 3 of Shenzhen Bao'an International Airport.

When Lin Shen and his team walked out of the passage, the scene before them made him pause slightly.

People, so many people, a huge crowd.

Young girls holding up phones, cameras, light sticks, and banners almost filled this area of ​​the arrival hall.

The security cordon was pushed into undulating arcs by the ever-surging crowd, and the clamor of noise mixed with airport announcements rushed towards us.

"Lin Shen! Lin Shen! Lin Shen is here!"

"Brother, look this way!"

"Ahhh, Shenzi!"

Screams and camera shutter sounds quickly erupted.

Unlike the relatively fixed fan base when shooting for Esquire magazine, the fans at the airport are more mobile, and there are also a lot of passersby and paparazzi who just want to join in the fun.

Many passersby dragging suitcases were startled by the scene, stopping to look and whispering among themselves:

"Who's this? Why are they making such a big fuss?"

"Is he the actor who plays Baili Tusu?"

"Is his name Lin Shen? The one who's been trending a lot lately?"

Lin Shen wore a simple white letter T-shirt today, with a light blue denim shirt over it, black slim-fit trousers and white sneakers. He also wore a baseball cap and a mask, but his superior height and temperament still made him stand out in the crowd.

He pulled down his mask, waved to the enthusiastic crowd, and triggered another round of screams.

Surrounded by security guards and assistants, Lin Shen walked slowly forward along the path formed by the cordon. Countless hands reached out, offering letters, small dolls, handmade cookies, and flowers to him.

"Brother Shen! When are we finally going to start filming 'The Lost Tomb'? I'm getting so impatient!"

"It'll be soon. We'll wait for the official announcement. I'm actively preparing."

"I've asked at several newsstands about the October issue of Esquire! When will it be available?"

"It'll be in the next few days, so please keep an eye on official channels for updates."

"How many days are you staying in Shenzhen this time, Brother Shen?"

"Time is tight, we have to leave tonight."

"Oh? When will you come again next time? Could you organize more events?"

"I'll definitely come if I have the chance. Thank you all for your enthusiasm."

"Please be careful, everyone, don't push."

This interactive question-and-answer session took nearly ten minutes to traverse the short passageway, and Lin Shen finally boarded the waiting van with the assistance of security personnel.

The car drove away from the airport and merged into the traffic. The destination was MixC Mall in Luohu, where there was an offline product appreciation event for Jaeger-LeCoultre.

Xiao Yang handed over wet wipes and water. Lin Shen wiped his face, while Xiao Yang held his phone, scrolling through leaked photos of the airport pickup, a barely suppressed smile on his face.

"Brother Shen, look at this picture. When you waved, the uncle next to you had this 'who am I? Where am I?' look on his face. It cracked me up." Xiao Yang handed over his phone.

Lin Shen glanced at it and was amused as well. The impact of fan culture on passersby was captured vividly in this moment.

The car arrived at MixC Mall and entered through an internal passage. The brand had prepared a separate VIP lounge. The stylist and assistant had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Lin Shen entered, he was pressed in front of the mirror to begin styling.

To complement Jaeger-LeCoultre's classic and elegant style, the stylist chose a well-tailored light gray cotton-linen blend shirt for Lin Shen, paired with dark gray cropped trousers.

She wore Jaeger-LeCoultre's iconic Master Control watch on her wrist beforehand; the simple dial gleamed subtly in the light, and her hair was styled neatly and cleanly, revealing her full forehead.

Xiao Yang nestled on the sofa next to him, holding his phone, his expression shifting between frowning and pouting, completely absorbed in watching the drama unfold, even managing to click his tongue in disapproval.

"What are you looking at? Your expression is so expressive," Lin Shen asked casually.

"Huh? I'm looking at Ke's story; it's causing a huge uproar online." Xiao Yang looked up.

"The topic of Ke Moumou's release from prison has garnered over 5 million views. Yesterday, he posted an apology on Weibo, saying he was sorry to everyone."

Netizens are now divided into two camps: one camp says that admitting mistakes and correcting them is a great virtue and that they should be given a chance; the other camp says that there is zero tolerance for drug use and that the drug user should be kicked out of the entertainment industry.

His fans are still jumping around, saying things like "Brother has been punished," "I believe he will change," and "Waiting for his return"... It makes me so angry.

Ke Moumou?

Lin Shen's eyes flickered slightly. Of course he remembered this name, a name intertwined with memories from his past and present lives.

What comes to mind isn't just this moment in time, but also something much further in the future, like that comment posted by a tourism-related blogger on Douyin:

And then there were the scenes of accounts from all over the country rushing forward one after another.

In some circles, and in some things, there's nothing new under the sun.

"There are quite a few people in this circle who deal with this stuff, right? In fact, in some situations, you can't even fit in if you don't use it."

Xiao Yang was startled and glanced instinctively at the closed door. He lowered his voice and said, "Brother Shen, you can't say things like that..."

Lin Shen twitched the corner of his mouth: "A mistake is a mistake, and what's done is done. Go back to where you came from. This industry doesn't need another one of you."

Xiao Yang's heart skipped a beat. She sensed a veil in Shen Ge's words. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but ask:

"So... Brother Shen, do you think someone like this can make a comeback?"

Is a comeback still possible?

Comeback my foot!

Looking at his radiant reflection in the mirror, Lin Shen recalled the families shattered by drugs, the figures lying in the shadows, and the people who could never return.

He suddenly felt that if he didn't say some things now, would he wait until more people blurred the lines before saying them?

Moreover, having built his fortune on the internet and new capital, he was never one of those deeply entrenched old circles.

Their own rules of the game cannot restrain them.

In this era, a clean and positive image is the most enduring and precious asset.

Thinking of this, Lin Shen directly reached out his hand to Xiao Yang: "Give me your phone."

Xiao Yang was stunned for a moment, then quickly handed over his phone, thinking that Lin Shen wanted to check the trending topics himself.

Lin Shen waved his hand: "It's mine."

Xiao Yang quickly took out Lin Shen's phone and handed it to him. Lin Shen took it and tapped the screen rapidly. Without much hesitation, he switched directly to the Weibo posting page.

"Brother Shen! You..." Xiao Yang guessed what Lin Shen was going to do and wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know where to begin.

Other celebrities would avoid this kind of thing like the plague; who would want to deliberately get themselves into trouble?

Lin Shen ignored her, his fingertips dancing across the paper, the words short yet powerful enough to penetrate the screen:

I saw a report during a break at work:

A relative of a police officer named DJC said that after his death, his child dared not tell anyone that his father was a hero, and could only say that he died in a car accident.

Because they were afraid of retaliation.

They lived in anonymity, risking their lives to protect our land from the erosion of drugs.

Some people ask, do people who have made mistakes have the right to start over?

The law will decide this matter.

But before that, please consider what the cost will be.

The price is the lives and families of those drug addicts who lose their lives forever and whose families are torn apart because of drug crimes, and who cannot even reveal their true identities, as well as every family behind them who will never see their loved ones return home.

Do they still have a chance to start over?

Every ray of sunshine we enjoy now is because someone has shielded us from the darkness.

@ChinaPoliceOnline #SaluteToAnti-DrugHeroes# "What they protected with their lives, please cherish it."

After typing the last sentence, Lin Shen checked it over and then decisively clicked send.

"Brother Shen!" Xiao Yang was almost dumbfounded as he watched him complete the operation with such smooth and effortless skill.

"Let's go, the event is about to start." Lin Shen checked his outfit one last time. "Let them say what they want online."

After speaking, Lin Shen opened the door to the lounge and, surrounded by staff and bodyguards, walked towards the main venue of the event.

Xiao Yang hurriedly grabbed Lin Shen's phone and his own phone and quickly followed.

She secretly glanced at the Weibo post that had just been successfully sent, her heart pounding. This was really going to be a disaster!