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In December, a cold front swept through Xinghai City, leaving the air crisp and clear.

However, the entire building located at No. 88 Jinyuan Avenue in the core area of ​​the CBD was shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere of fervor.

Today is the joyous day of Qingqiu Studio's... no, it's the housewarming of the new company.

Early in the morning, Chen Yu, Xue Zhiqian, music director Lao Liang, and all the core staff of the studio stood on the rooftop helipad, which was big enough to stop three helicopters, like country bumpkins visiting the Grand View Garden. They were exposed to the cold wind, but their faces were flushed with excitement.

"My God... 1.5 billion to buy this building as an office, the boss's wife is spoiling me too much!" Chen Yu rubbed his hands together, his breath trembling, it was hard to tell whether it was from the cold or excitement.

The 33-story landmark building with its all-glass curtain wall beneath his feet now bears Lin Yan's name prominently on its property certificate. This is no secret within the company; everyone knows that this is the "sky-high dowry" that their aloof and powerful boss gave to Director Xianyu.

"You've narrowed your perspective, Chen Yu." Xue Zhiqian, who had just returned to his peak with the song "The Actor" and was now walking with a swagger, patted him on the shoulder with feigned seriousness. "This isn't pampering, this is investing. Have you ever seen a potential stock that, like Yan Ge, directly crushed the entire NASDAQ on its first day of trading?"

Old Liang, adjusting his reading glasses, looked at the tiny stream of cars below and sighed deeply, "I've been in this industry for almost twenty years. I've seen people throw money at resources, I've seen people buy trending topics, but this is the first time I've seen... someone spend 1.5 billion yuan in cash to build a building, just to be a punching bag for their artist. The thing is, this guy actually accepted it without a second thought!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to the CEO's office on the top floor, which offered the best view.

At this moment, the floor-to-ceiling windows in this office offer a panoramic view of the bustling city of Xinghai. However, Lin Yan, the newly appointed building owner who should be full of vigor, is instead sprawled out in a two-hundred-yuan beanbag chair he moved from his old studio, holding a steaming bowl of instant noodles in his hands.

"Hiss...hiss...the old-fashioned pickled cabbage tastes the best." Lin Yan slurped his noodles, speaking indistinctly to Shen Qingqiu, who was sitting elegantly sipping her hand-drip coffee on the leather sofa opposite him. "I said, do we really have to move today? I played Black Myth until 3 a.m. last night, I'm sleepy. Besides, we just got the building, right? The renovations and the smell of the new stuff will take at least a year or two to dissipate, won't it?"

Shen Qingqiu put down her coffee cup, her well-tailored white suit making her appear even more aloof and capable. She glanced at Lin Yan's instant noodle bucket, which seemed out of place in its surroundings, and rubbed her temples in exasperation.

"First, this building is Xingyao's fully furnished office building, ready for immediate move-in. Second, all office supplies and recording equipment were replaced with top-of-the-line models by Xiao Zhang and his team overnight yesterday. Third," Shen Qingqiu paused, a mischievous smile appearing on her beautiful face, "I've already had the legal department register the new company name with the Industry and Commerce Bureau. It must be officially opened today, for good luck."

"Name?" Lin Yan finally perked up, put down his instant noodle bowl, and said, "What should we call it? Qingqiu Era? Or Lin Zhi Qiu Yun? That's too corny. Let me tell you, the company name has to be catchy and memorable."

Shen Qingqiu pouted slightly, pulled a design from the folder, and pushed it in front of him.

Lin Yan leaned closer to take a look and saw that the drawing had several large, bold, gold-stamped characters in a flamboyant style, with a very impactful design.

He read it out word by word: "Don't...want...to...work...at...an...entertainment...group?"

After he finished reading, the entire office fell into a deathly silence for three seconds.

Lin Yan suddenly looked up at Shen Qingqiu, whose face was practically begging for praise, and his lips twitched wildly: "Seriously? You bought a building for 1.5 billion, and you're going to put it in this name? Will the Bureau of Industry and Commerce approve that?"

"Don't worry about me handling things," Shen Qingqiu said casually. "The legal department said that the name doesn't violate any regulations. It's just that the auditor laughed at the name for half an hour and stamped it with a trembling hand. I think it fits our company culture perfectly."

Lin-Salted Fish, the fish itself, was speechless.

He thought it was absurd, but also... damnably apt.

"Alright." Lin Yan stood up and stretched. "Now that the name is decided, the signboard has to be worthy of this 1.5 billion building. We can't use a computer font, can we? That's too low-class."

As he spoke, he looked around, his gaze landing on the writing implements prepared to decorate the storefront. They were top-quality Huizhou ink and Xuan paper, originally intended for the city leaders to inscribe calligraphy for the opening ceremony.

Lin Yan walked over, picked up a brand-new wolf-hair brush, casually spread out a four-foot-long sheet of Xuan paper, and said to Xiao Zhang, the administrative director who was dumbfounded, "Go and bring me that piece of golden nanmu wood that we're going to use for the signboard."

Shen Qingqiu's eyes flickered, but she didn't stop him. She knew this guy was about to start "stirring things up" again.

When the valuable, lustrous golden nanmu plank was laboriously carried in by two strong men, all the employees outside the office were attracted and crowded around the door, craning their necks.

Lin Yan rolled up his sleeves, didn't even bother with a draft, took a deep breath, lowered his wrist, dipped the brush tip in thick ink, and wrote directly on the wooden board.

His movements were fluid and graceful, sometimes like a startled snake darting into the grass, sometimes like a boulder falling from a high peak. Each large character was full of power, with a well-balanced structure, possessing the robust strength of Yan Zhenqing and the upright vigor of Liu Gongquan, while also carrying a touch of his own unrestrained and arrogant spirit.

"Don't Want to Go to Work Entertainment Group"—these seven characters, which should have been full of a lazy, unambitious vibe, were written by him with a masterly air of "I am the best in the world, but I am too lazy to take action."

When the last stroke was completed, Lin Yan casually tossed the brush aside, clapped his hands, as if he had only done something insignificant.

"Take this and find the best craftsman to carve it exactly like this for me. It has to be pure gold. Hang it on the top of the building so that half of Xinghai City can see it."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was captivated by the spirit contained within this calligraphy. This was no ordinary writing; it was the creation of a work of art worthy of being passed down through the ages!

Shen Qingqiu's beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration. She knew that this man always managed to reveal his talent at the most unexpected moments.

Just then, a loud commotion suddenly erupted downstairs, accompanied by the sounds of car horns and police sirens.

Xiao Zhang's walkie-talkie rang frantically, the security captain's voice, nearly in despair, coming through: "Director Zhang! Something terrible has happened! Jinyuan Avenue... Jinyuan Avenue is completely blocked!"

"What happened?" Xiao Zhang asked hurriedly.

"They're...the fans!" The security captain's voice trembled. "Fans all over the internet know we're moving today, and they've spontaneously organized to send flower baskets...Now, from one end of the street to the other, several kilometers of road are completely blocked by flower baskets and delivery trucks! More than a dozen police teams have come, but they can't disperse them at all!"

Everyone ran to the window and gasped in shock.