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Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the forced silence order from that salted fish tycoon, the "Don't Want to Go to Work" entertainment group abruptly hit the brakes and halted all expansion operations.

But this did not diminish Lin Yan's name; on the contrary, it made his legend even more bizarre around the world.

Today is Lin Xian and Shen Yu's 100-day celebration.

As early as two weeks ago, from Wall Street in North America to old money families in Europe, from internet giants in China to top movie stars in the entertainment industry, everyone was eagerly inquiring about the location of this 100-day celebration.

Exquisite imperial green jade, rare originals from hundreds of years ago, even land deeds for private islands... they were prepared to buy assets that could buy up a small country, just to get a ticket to the game.

It is widely speculated that this tycoon, worth 700 billion, would at least book the Burj Al Arab hotel in Dubai for his baby's one-month celebration, or throw an extravagant Pacific island party.

However, everyone on the internet guessed wrong.

Dali, by Erhai Lake. Old Mai's dilapidated guesthouse, the wooden planks creaking underfoot.

The area within a five-kilometer radius was completely cleared.

There was no red carpet, no champagne tower, and not even a single waiter in a vest.

On the beach in front of the inn, thirty bright red round tables, the kind used for rural banquets, were set up in a blatant manner, each covered with a thin, transparent plastic sheet.

At this moment, Lin Yan, wearing floral shorts and ten-yuan flip-flops, with a yellowed white towel draped over his shoulder, stood leisurely on the second-floor wooden balcony.

He was carrying a large, paint-chipped tin megaphone, looking down at the people below.

Standing below are a group of super giants whose mere sneeze could send the global economy into a severe cold.

"Feed? Feed? Listen up!"

The loudspeaker emitted a crackling, rough electrical sound, and Lin Yan's voice made the parasols downstairs tremble three times.

"Today is the 100-day celebration for my son and daughter. I explained the rules in the group chat yesterday, but I'm just in case some of you don't remember, so I'm repeating them here!"

On the beach, Apple's Asia-Pacific president nervously swallowed. Meanwhile, Jack Ma, CEO of Tencent, silently took off his over-the-counter bespoke suit jacket, worth hundreds of thousands of yuan.

Grammy Honorary Chairman William, holding his breath, stared at the balcony as if on a pilgrimage.

"First of all, I'm not short of money. All those luxury watches, checks, and share agreements—throw them all into that plastic trash can outside the gate. Anyone who dares bring a single piece of paper into the yard—David—is tossed into Erhai Lake to feed the fish!"

David, leading a group of elite former Navy SEALs whose muscles were practically bursting out of their security uniforms, slapped the tactical batons at their waists in unison.

A muffled thud startled several internet upstarts.

"Secondly, this is a buffet dinner today. But I didn't hire any waiters. So, it's calculated according to your status!"

Lin Yan casually unfolded a crumpled list in his hand, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Those worth over 10 billion, hurry up and go to the kitchen to wash vegetables and cut meat; those worth over 5 billion, be responsible for serving dishes outside; those in the entertainment industry who have won Best Actor and Best Actress awards, put on waterproof sleeves and wash dishes! The rest of you who aren't worth enough, be responsible for setting up chairs and pouring tea!"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell into an eerie silence for three seconds.

Are you suggesting that a billionaire should be cleaning up rotten vegetables in a kitchen? Or that a top influencer with tens of millions of followers should be washing dishes? If this were to get out, the world's commercial values ​​would collapse on the spot.

"What? Feeling wronged?" Lin Yan snorted coldly, slamming the horn against the railing. "The door's over there. If you don't want to work here, leave now. But if you're eating at my banquet, you have to follow my rules! There are no CEOs or movie stars here today, just neighbors and laborers helping out in the kitchen!"

"I'll wash them! I'm the best at washing cabbages!"

Jack Ma, CEO of Tencent, completely disregarded any pretense of being a president and ripped off his silk tie. To be able to integrate into this mysterious tycoon's absolute inner circle in such a way—he'd consider it a blessing from his ancestors even if he were asked to clean drains, let alone wash vegetables!

With someone taking the lead, the beach instantly descended into chaos.

"Mr. Ma, don't hog the tap! I used to be a kitchen helper, and I'm absolutely amazing at cutting potato shreds!" A real estate tycoon worth hundreds of billions kicked off his leather shoes, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed into the kitchen.

"Get out! That heirloom cutting board is mine!"

The entertainment industry was also in an uproar. Chen Yu, as the number one lackey, smoothly pulled out his own pink waterproof arm sleeves and firmly occupied the center position at the sink.

Xue Zhiqian was frantically wiping the red plastic table with a rag, yelling as he did so, "President Lin! If you make the table shine, can you leave me a couple more pieces of braised pork later?"

The entire Dali guesthouse was transformed by these people into an extremely outrageous, hardcore agritourism destination.

These aloof socialites, who usually never look down when they walk, are now squatting in a corner peeling garlic, their eyes watering from the garlic smell, yet they dare not stop.

A Wall Street financial tycoon, clutching two plates of freshly cooked cold pig's ears tightly in both hands, ran cautiously across the beach in his expensive leather shoes, as if he were holding the launch codes for a nuclear weapon.

William, a living fossil of the classical music world, was holding a broken broom and sweeping up sunflower seed shells all over the ground with a devout expression, while humming "Go to Dali" in an aria tone.

In a private room on the second floor.

Shen Qingqiu, dressed in a simple linen dress, held Shen Yu, who had just turned 100 days old, in her arms. Looking at the absurd and outrageous scene downstairs, she helplessly rubbed her temples, but couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

In the stroller next to him, Lin Xian was lying sprawled out, spitting bubbles, clutching a Grammy Award trophy base tightly in his hands—something Master William had insisted on giving him as a teething toy.

"Lin Yan, you're being ridiculous. Making the CEO of Tencent squat there washing cabbages for you? If this photo gets out, their company's stock price will definitely plummet." Shen Qingqiu gave him a reproachful look.

"What do I care about the stock price hitting the daily limit down?" Lin Yan pushed open the door and took his soft, cuddly daughter from his wife's arms. "They exploit working people every day. Today, I'll represent all working people and teach them a lesson. This is called the conservation of energy."

Old Mai walked in carrying a plate of freshly stir-fried green beans. Looking at Lin Yan's nonchalant attitude, he shook his head with a sigh.

"You brat... I've never admired anyone in my life. But you've managed to subdue these ruthless capitalists like they're his grandsons. I'm truly impressed. Aren't you afraid they won't be able to stand the humiliation and will band together to bring you down?"

"Are you messing with me?"

Lin Yan lowered his head and affectionately nuzzled his daughter's soft cheek with the tip of his nose. His voice was casual, yet it exuded an absolute sense of arrogance and dominance.

"Old Mike, believe it or not, if I just casually let slip tomorrow that I'm going back to the business world, all those people washing dishes downstairs will immediately hand over their company building property deeds, just asking me to take them for a drink."

Old Mai was stunned, then burst into laughter.

Yes, this man in front of me is a monster who can double a city's GDP with just one lousy song. He has the right to set any outrageous rules in this world of fame and fortune.

Downstairs, the bustling banquet finally began.

There wasn't any Romanée-Conti costing tens of thousands of yuan a bottle; under the table were piles of 50-proof Niulanshan Erguotou, sold by the case.

This group of big shots, who usually only eat at Michelin three-star restaurants and are extremely particular about their cutlery, are now crammed on cheap red plastic stools, waving their chopsticks wildly as they frantically grab braised pork and four-happiness meatballs from plastic plates. The sound of them playing drinking games is even drowned out by the sound of the waves.

Lin Yan held Shen Yu steadily in one arm and held Shen Qingqiu's hand with the other, walking slowly down the wooden stairs from the second floor in flip-flops.

All the noise vanished the moment he was seen.

Hundreds of real giants, their heads covered in grease and sweat, didn't even bother to wipe the oil stains off their shirts.

Everyone jumped to their feet and raised their plastic cups full of liquor high.

Although chaotic, it carried an extremely fervent sincerity, and the roar shattered the clouds:

"Wishing Lin Xian and Shen Yu, the young master and princess, a healthy and peaceful 100 days!"

"Wishing Mr. Lin and Chairman Shen a long and happy marriage!!"

Looking at this group of bigwigs who could shake the world with a stomp of their feet, yet at this moment resembled rural folks feasting and grabbing for drinks, Lin Yan finally smiled from the bottom of his heart.

He casually picked up a plastic cup from the table, filled it with Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), and held it high.

"Let's do it!"

He tilted his head back and drank the spicy liquor in one gulp.

Under the glaring sunlight, this man, dubbed the "Ultimate Salted Fish" by the entire internet, in front of this most dilapidated inn, used the most casual way to complete his most hardcore and absolute crushing of the secular world of fame and fortune.

The mundane yet inevitably absurd life of him and Shen Qingqiu's family of four had only just begun.

(The End)