Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

Conference room in a military region of the Eastern Country.

The air conditioner was set to 16 degrees Celsius, but the atmosphere inside the room was still very hot, making one want to unbutton their collar.

Anyone sitting here, if you randomly pick one, would have stars on their shoulders that would dazzle anyone.

But right now, these bigwigs who usually command thousands of troops without batting an eye are frowning at a file on the table. Their expressions are even worse than if an enemy division had been airdropped into their own territory.

The file photo shows a young man.

He has regular features, even handsome looks, and clear eyes; he looks like a model young man.

"Well, let's all talk about Comrade Li Mo'an's future."

The top leader tapped on the table, breaking the silence in the room.

Upon hearing the name Li Mo'an, the corners of the mouths of the leaders present twitched involuntarily.

"I think this kid has impeccable political background and his political awareness is absolutely fine."

A leader in charge of political work spoke first, his tone cautious, "His grandfather was a veteran who had walked that long road. His father and mother were pillars of our military industry system, and they gave their lives for that top-secret project. And his eldest and second eldest brothers, didn't they both heroically sacrifice themselves on the front line of drug enforcement? And his uncles' families, they were all from our military, they were all... sigh."

"It can be said that the Li family, a family full of loyal martyrs, has only this one son left."

Upon hearing this, everyone present nodded in agreement, their expressions serious.

This is a real treasure.

Logically speaking, such a junior member sent to the military should be a key figure in their development. Otherwise, it would be a disservice to the contributions this family has made to the country.

"Yes, there's no doubt about their impeccable political background."

Another leader from the training department sighed, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray with a constipated expression, and said, "But the problem is... this kid's a bit strange!"

"What's so strange about it?" someone nearby asked, feigning ignorance.

The training section leader slammed his fist on the table, his emotions running high: "Last week! Just last week, during the field training exercise! Our armored regiment was advancing, and this kid's unit was following behind providing support."

"The team was resting when he said his stomach was upset and he wanted to find a place to relieve himself."

"It's convenient if it's convenient, but he's quite particular, insisting on digging a hole with an entrenching tool."

At this point, the training section leader took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing the turmoil in his heart: "And what a surprise! We dug right up a minefield left over from the Japanese occupation!"

"You could say he was lucky, right? With one shovel stroke, the blade was just two millimeters away from the fuse of that anti-tank mine!"

"You could say he was just unlucky. That minefield had been buried for seventy or eighty years, and our engineering corps swept it three times without finding it, but he dug it up while he was just going to the toilet!"

A moment of silence fell over the conference room.

Such a thing happening once is a coincidence.

This kid has been causing trouble ever since he enlisted in basic training. During those three months in basic training, he would dig up anything—flower beds in the camp, sandpits on the training ground, even the vegetable garden behind the mess hall.

They were either rusty mortar shells or unexploded aerial bombs.

After that, they continued to ship products.

Even when he helped a fellow villager repair his pigsty, he managed to dig out a box of old hand grenades from under the pigsty.

This isn't military service; this is clearly a human-shaped metal detector, the kind that specifically finds explosives.

"The most crucial thing is..."

The training department leader's tone became somewhat strange, "This kid lacks sufficient awareness of danger."

"I remember once when we dug up that anti-tank mine, our engineering battalion commander turned pale with fright and told him to get out of there immediately. But what did he do? He just squatted there calmly and even tried to use a shovel to pry the mine out completely, saying he wanted to see what the structure underneath was like."

"That's a huge thing, equivalent to several kilograms of TNT! His expression at the time was like he was picking radishes in a vegetable garden."

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

It's not that I'm afraid of recruits who lack ability, it's that I'm afraid of recruits who have ability but don't value their lives, and it's even more terrifying to recruits who don't know what life is.

"We can't keep them, we really can't keep them."

One of the commanders shook his head. "We're a field unit, all equipped with heavy weapons. What if one day he suddenly decides to dig a hole next to the ammunition depot, unearths a huge thing, and detonates it? Our entire brigade would be blown up."

"But he's the only son of the Li family. What should we do? Withdraw the troops? That wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"

"Yes, how are we going to explain this to our old superiors?"

Just as everyone was arguing and feeling like their heads were about to explode, an old man who had been sitting silently in the corner stood up.

His temples were gray, but his back was ramrod straight, and the stars on his shoulders gleamed under the lights.

Zou Jianguo.

He was also an old comrade-in-arms of Li Mo'an's parents.

"Alright, stop arguing."

As soon as Zou Jianguo spoke, the conference room fell silent.

He sighed, closed the file, and said in a tone that was both helpless and caring, "This child's situation is special. I'll go talk to him."

........................................

Half an hour later.

The leader's office.

Zou Jianguo sat behind his desk, looking at the young man standing ramrod straight in front of him.

Li Mo'an was wearing a training uniform, with some mud still on his body—the marks left from when he had been itching to play in the flower bed downstairs.

I heard that he just dug out another old rifle bullet from the flower bed.

The young man was truly handsome, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes; standing there, he resembled a tall, straight poplar tree.

But his face, as rumored, did indeed have the characteristic calm expression.

That calmness wasn't feigned profundity, but rather a nonchalant attitude, as if even if the sky were to fall, it would only be like a piece of plaster falling off a wall.

"Mo'an," Zou Jianguo took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and tried to keep his tone gentle, "How have you been doing in the army lately?"

"Reporting to the commander, it's a habit," Li Mo'an said in a loud voice, his expression calm.

Zou Jianguo choked for a moment.

Are you used to it? If you get used to it, our entire engineering battalion in the military region will suffer from nervous breakdowns.

"Um... we also discussed some of your recent performance."

Zou Jianguo carefully chose his words, afraid of hurting the boy's self-esteem, "Everyone thinks you're a promising talent. However, the pace of life in our army might not be suitable for you to fully utilize your strengths."

"Well, what I mean is, it seems like you allocated your talent points a little bit off-target."

Li Mo'an remained calm and even nodded: "The commander is right. I also think the soil here is not easy to dig."

Zou Jianguo: "..."

Is this a question of whether the soil is easy or difficult to dig?!

Zou Jianguo took a deep breath, stood up, walked to Li Mo'an, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Mo'an, you're different from me. Your parents, your uncles, and your brothers all passed away early. You're the only hope for the Li family. Back then, you insisted on joining the army, saying it was to fulfill your family's last wishes, and we couldn't stop you. But now, two and a half years have passed, you've fulfilled your obligations, and you've endured the hardships."

"I want to ask yourself, what are you thinking?"

"Do you want to stay here, or... do you have other plans?"

When Zou Jianguo asked that question, he was actually feeling uneasy.

If this brat is determined to stay, then he really doesn't know what to do.

We can't really set up a whole excavator squad just for him, can we?

Li Mo'an remained silent for two seconds.

Although he appeared calm, he was actually making plans in his mind.

In reality, Li Mo'an was a time traveler.

In his previous life, he was a trainee who struggled in the entertainment industry. Although he didn't become famous... well, not exactly did become famous. At least before he transmigrated, when he was blown into the sky by prop explosives, he was quite famous. Even his hair was on fire, and various parts of his body were also on fire in different places.

But no matter what, even though he time-traveled, his desire to become famous and popular remained.

In this life, he chose to join the army to fulfill his family's last wish.

But now I've fulfilled my last wish, and it seems I'm really not suited for military service.

Now they've all been summoned by the leader for a personal talk.

"Commander."

Li Mo'an raised his head, his eyes clear. "Actually, I have fulfilled my family's last wish. Wearing this military uniform, I haven't brought shame to the Li family."

Zou Jianguo nodded repeatedly: "No shame at all! The mines you dug up are enough to meet our engineering regiment's KPIs for half a year."

"However," Li Mo'an changed the subject, "I feel that my personality is not really suited to this kind of serious environment. I want to change my way of life."

Zou Jianguo's eyes lit up, and half the weight in his heart instantly lifted: "Great! A different way of life is good! Young people should be adventurous! So where do you want to go? What do you want to do? As long as you don't break the law, our organization will arrange everything for you!"

Go anywhere is fine, just don't dig up landmines in the military area.

Li Mo'an calmly stated her answer: "I want to go into the entertainment industry."

"Cough cough cough!"

Zou Jianguo had just picked up his teacup and taken a sip of water when he choked on it and coughed violently.

His eyes widened as he stared at Li Mo'an in disbelief: "Where are you going? To the entertainment industry? The singing and dancing kind?"

"Yes." Li Mo'an said earnestly.

Zou Jianguo looked Li Mo'an up and down as if he were looking at an alien.

The contrast is too great!

We were just discussing how to avoid potential pitfalls, and now we're about to start singing, dancing, and rapping?

But then he thought, "The entertainment industry is great!"

Even if the entertainment industry is a bit chaotic, at most it's just scandals and hype, which is still safer than dealing with bombs every day in the military, right?

Besides, that place is all stage and film studio, and the floor is already laid out, so there's no place for him to dig, right?

Safe! Very safe!

"Who says the entertainment industry is bad? The entertainment industry is great! I have to go into the entertainment industry!"

Zou Jianguo slapped his thigh, afraid that Li Mo'an would change her mind, "As long as you like it, Uncle supports you! That place may be a bit chaotic, but there's no real danger to your life, it suits you!"

"However, that circle is murky, and I'm worried about you going alone."

Zou Jianguo walked around the office twice with his hands behind his back, quickly reviewing his network of contacts in his mind.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, thinking of someone.

"I've got it! You've heard of Yang Mi, the Boss Yang, in the entertainment industry, right?"

Zou Jianguo smiled. "I'm at ease sending you to her place. Speaking of which, she's practically your aunt."

Li Mo'an asked calmly, "Auntie?"

"Yes, Yang Mi."

Zou Jianguo said with a smile, "Yang Mi, the boss of Jiaxing Entertainment, is an old friend of yours. She even held you when you were little."

A scene flashed through Zou Jianguo's mind: Yang Mi was only nine years old then, with two pigtails, and Li Mo'an was only one year old, just learning to crawl.

Xiao Yangmi not only hugged Li Mo'an, but also played with his penis out of curiosity.

Of course, Zou Jianguo decided to keep this dark history to himself.

Upon hearing this, Li Mo'an raised an eyebrow.

When the other person mentioned it, he actually remembered that she was indeed his aunt.

"Okay, let's go to her place!"

The more Zou Jianguo thought about it, the more reliable it seemed.

As long as this kid doesn't dig holes, being a pretty face in the entertainment industry is fine.

Thinking of this, Zou Jianguo immediately pressed the internal phone on the table.

"Xiao Chen, come in for a moment."

Less than ten seconds later, Secretary Chen pushed open the door and entered: "Sir, you wanted to see me?"

Zou Jianguo pointed at Li Mo'an and said to his secretary, "Xiao Chen, go and make the arrangements. Get Li Mo'an's discharge papers approved as soon as possible, with special permission."

"Then, you make a trip to Shanghai yourself."

"Send this kid to Jiaxing Entertainment intact and hand him over to Yang Mi personally."