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At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight pierced the horizon, seabirds on the deserted island began to chirp and circle in search of food.

Lin Yan turned over and instinctively reached out to grab Shen Qingqiu beside him, only to find nothing but a handful of warm white sand.

He groggily opened his eyes and found that the campfire had gone out.

Beside the rocks not far away, Shen Qingqiu was scooping up seawater to wash herself. The morning light bathed her unadorned face, and fine water droplets slid down her swan-like neck, revealing an ethereal purity untouched by worldly dust.

"Awake?" Shen Qingqiu tilted his head slightly.

Lin Yan yawned, just about to stretch and complain about how this awful beach was damaging to human cervical spines.

Suddenly, a deep, rumbling sound, so powerful it seemed to shred the air, rolled in from the distant clouds.

In less than ten seconds, the sound transformed into a steel roar that tore through the sky!

Lin Yan suddenly sat up straight.

A massive Sikorsky S-92 heavy helicopter, painted entirely in black and resembling a heavily armored fortress, is tearing through the clouds and hurtling toward the beach with an overwhelming and domineering presence.

The violent propeller airflow instantly created a huge white vortex on the sea surface. On the beach, withered branches and fallen leaves mixed with white sand were hurled into the air.

Before the helicopter had even come to a complete stop, when it was still about three meters off the ground, the cabin door was violently yanked open with a "whoosh".

A muscular man, nearly two meters tall, whose tactical uniform was so taut it looked like it was about to burst, leaped out of the cabin like a human cannonball.

"Bang!"

David slammed his feet heavily onto the sand, creating two deep craters.

Just when Lin Yan thought this guy was going to draw his gun and give a tactical report as required by regulations,

This former Navy SEAL captain, who had once stood firm even amidst a hail of bullets, now had visibly reddened eyes. The muscles in his face trembled violently, and a bloodcurdling scream escaped his throat.

"Boss!!!!"

David charged forward like a mad rhinoceros, slamming his knees to the ground with a thud. He clung tightly to Lin Yan's thigh, which was clad in Hawaiian floral shorts, and tears and snot streamed down his face without restraint.

"Boss! God is my witness! I thought you were eaten by bull sharks in the high seas! If you lose even a single hair, I swear I'll turn this whole area into the Taklamakan Desert!" David cried like a two-hundred-pound giant baby who had suffered a great injustice.

Lin Yan's head was buzzing from his shout. She tried to pull her leg away with a look of disgust, but found that he was holding on tightly.

"Get out of my way! I'm perfectly healthy, even sharks would avoid me, but you've almost made me cry myself to death." Lin Yan slapped David on the back of the head in annoyance. "It's so early in the morning, with helicopters roaring around, can't a person catch up on their sleep?"

David sniffed, reluctantly letting go, and hastily wiped his face with his tactical gloves.

Behind him, dozens of elite mercenaries, armed to the teeth, landed and stood at attention in unison, their eyes filled with fervor as if they were worshipping a god.

Only then did the helicopter finally stabilize completely.

Panting heavily, Lao Liang scrambled down from the cabin, clutching a tablet computer tightly to his chest. His posture was even more tragic than Dong Cunrui holding a bomb.

"My goodness! Boss! Boss's wife!" Old Liang's voice was completely split when he opened his mouth, "You two have finally appeared! The whole company has been turned upside down these past two days!"

Shen Qingqiu stepped forward, instantly switching back to the aloof aura of a group president, her eyebrows slightly furrowed: "With such a large mobilization, what has happened to the company?"

"The company is doing great, but the global internet is about to experience a major earthquake!"

Old Liang, his face flushed, rushed forward and slammed his tablet in front of Lin Yan's face. The screen was filled with English emails marked in red, and next to it was a chart of Nasdaq stock prices soaring.

"Apple, Google, Amazon! Those towering giants of North America, for the first time ever, joined forces yesterday to sign a $30 billion exclusive streaming licensing agreement with us!"

Old Liang was so excited he slapped his thigh, spitting as he spoke: "The CEO of that multinational company chartered a plane to Xinghai City overnight, only to find that our biggest backbone has gone missing! Old Zhang and his legal team have already poured a hundred million US dollars into the dark web bounty, and now bounty hunters all over the world are out there searching for you!"

Lin Yan lazily lifted his eyelids, glanced at the long string of zeros that would make any Fortune 500 company green with envy, and extended two fingers to disdainfully swipe the tablet away.

"Just for these few measly coins, you guys came all this way early in the morning to ruin my island vacation?" Lin Yan's tone was thick with morning grumpiness.

Old Liang gasped sharply, nearly having a heart attack on the spot.

Three hundred billion US dollars? Cash flow?! You call this a pittance?!

"Alright, you've seen the people. Go back and sign the papers." Lin Yan turned around, strolled over to the extinguished campfire, and picked up a half-dried branch. "Since you're here, don't just sit around. Send a plane to airdrop me two pounds of lean pork belly and a dozen iced cola. I'm going to teach your boss how to make some original island barbecue at noon."

Old Liang's face turned green instantly, and his lips trembled as he looked at Shen Qingqiu, his eyes screaming, "Boss lady, save me!"

Shen Qingqiu sighed helplessly. Looking at Lin Yan's lazy, unambitious attitude, she knew this man's temperament all too well.

But even he couldn't treat a deal worth 30 billion US dollars as a joke and throw it away.

"Lin Yan." Shen Qingqiu walked over and gently held his wrist with her cool fingers. "Your life experience is over. It's time to go home. I'll personally make you braised pork ribs when we get back."

Lin Yan's hand, which was fiddling with the tree branch, suddenly stopped. He turned his head and met Shen Qingqiu's clear eyes, and the impatience in his eyes instantly melted away.

"make a deal."

Lin Yan casually tossed the branch aside and dusted off his hands. Turning to look at the petrified Lao Liang and David, he snapped his fingers: "You have one minute. Take off now, or you'll be late for my wife's ribs."

……

Ten minutes later, the enormous steel behemoth took to the air again, leaving the nameless deserted island that had briefly taken them in behind.

Inside the cabin.

Lin Yan, wearing noise-canceling headphones, leaned back in his leather seat with his eyes closed, seemingly resting. David stood guard to his side like a fierce doorman, never leaving his side.

Old Liang sat opposite them, looking at the boss and his wife who treated 30 billion as dirt, and let out a long sigh.

But his fingers, which were gripping the tablet, were trembling slightly as he uncontrollably replayed in his mind the incomplete audio file that David had sent back to the company server in the early hours of the morning.

There was no equipment from a million-dollar recording studio, and no musical instruments were used for accompaniment.

There was only the howling sea breeze, the white noise of the burning campfire, and Lin Yan's extremely casual a cappella singing.

Old Liang swallowed hard, his eyes gradually becoming incredibly fervent.

What $30 billion contract? Those people know nothing!

This a cappella performance, with its incomplete audio track, is the real bombshell that could instantly detonate the entire music scene on Earth!