I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

He Ling knew about this, and with a few words, he left the man speechless.

Moreover, the people in front of him were all celebrities, unlike ordinary people, so he dared not offend them as he usually did.

The middle-aged woman next to him watched coldly and spoke sarcastically:

“You’re all so high and mighty. We’re the vulnerable people in our village. How could you have ever experienced such hardship? We’re usually bullied and have no one to turn to for help. Today, at least a just and upright official has come to help us seek justice, and you’re still trying to stop us…”

Several villagers from the farmer's family nearby also joined in, banging their instruments in response.

The dark-faced man walked to the door with his hands behind his back, immediately spotting the phone Jiang Xinhai was using to take pictures. He waved his hand and said:

"Go take your pictures elsewhere. You're not allowed to take pictures here. Please don't obstruct law enforcement."

Jiang Xinhai, suppressing his anger, said, "Why can't I take pictures?"

"Why should I?"

"This is a society governed by the rule of law! What is your reason for not allowing filming?"

"There's no why, it's just how it is." The dark-faced man waved his hand again. "Go somewhere else."

The commotion attracted the attention of the production crew, but after watching for a while, no one dared to say anything.

Xu Xiangxiao frowned and whispered, "Should we call the police?"

"They just wouldn't let us in, they didn't physically assault us. Calling the police might not even solve the problem..."

Not far away, Yingzi and Yan Yunzhuo watched silently.

"Master, what's going on?"

Yingzi looked at it for a while, smiled, and said, "Didn't Secretary Gao say that?"

Yan Yunzhuo looked up at her, waiting for her answer.

He said that JX is not allowed to appear in the public eye.

Yes, for no other reason than that Secretary Gao said so.

He always keeps his word.

Yan Yunzhuo took a deep breath.

Her previous impression of Secretary Gao was that he was unfathomable and held a high position.

After today, she will need to update her understanding of this powerful figure.

Just then, not far away, a long, dark convoy of vehicles was traveling on the rural road that Chen Ya had invested in and built.

Soon, the convoy of vehicles stopped next to the private music archive.

Dozens of people got off the bus one after another.

Everyone looked at these people of unknown origin, and saw the leader pointing and gesturing, arranging everything:

"Put up the warning line here, and the protective netting here. Set up four sentry posts in the east, west, south, and north."

"Finish it as soon as possible, and then we can remodel it into a wall or fence later."

Jiang Xinhai stared in astonishment at these people of unknown origin: "Again?"

He Ling stepped forward and asked, "Which department are you from? What do you want?"

The leader pulled out some kind of ID from his pocket, flung it in front of He Ling, and He Ling immediately shut up.

Yan Yunzhuo looked at Yingzi with surprise: "Master, is this also due to Secretary Gao's influence?"

Yingzi looked at it for a while, then squinted and nodded: "Yes."

"To be precise, this is the power of the Lu family."

Just then, the rural woman burst into another desperate cry: "Your Honor, please help! This place must be demolished!"

When she mentioned the word "demolition," the group immediately realized what was happening and all looked at her.

"Take him down and take him away," the leader said immediately.

Several men pounced on her and immediately pinned the village woman to the ground.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?!" The woman screamed on the ground like a pig being slaughtered.

The dark-faced man and the villagers with hoes quietly took two steps back. The man in the overcoat, who was in the lead, glanced at them and waved his hand, saying:

"Take them all with you first, then we'll talk about it."

Yingzi and Yan Yunzhuo were both stunned by the scene before them.

Yan Yunzhuo stepped forward and said, "Wait a minute, the flood will wash away the Dragon King Temple..."

"Are you Yingzi?"

Yingzi was startled. She turned around and found someone standing suddenly behind her.

The man, dressed in uniform, stared at her with a half-smile and said, "Excuse me, please come with us."

"What's wrong? Where are you going?"

Yingzi took two steps back.

With a gentle reach, Yingzi immediately felt a cool handcuff slip onto her wrist.

"We've found out that you've hired online trolls to spread rumors and smear others online," the man said. "Please cooperate with our investigation and come with us."

Yan Yunzhuo, who was standing to the side, was also led into the car in a state of confusion.

Sitting in the car, Yingzi grabbed the metal railing on the back seat and shouted, "Tell me, what law have I broken? Even if I hired online trolls, you can't arrest me! Which celebrity doesn't hire online trolls?"

"Shut up," the person in the passenger seat said calmly.

“I’ll tell you what law you’ve broken,” the man said. “You’ve broken the National Security Law.”

Chapter 172 Secretary Gao, what exactly did you do?

There are many outrageous things in this world.

Some people break up just because someone said the word "break up".

Some people were led to a place they never thought they would enter in their lives simply by saying the word "demolish".

After a two-month interrogation, the village woman even confessed to ruining a few cotton bolls in her neighbor's field when she was eight years old, but she still failed to gain the trust of the authorities.

While the neighbor's cotton was undoubtedly innocent, the village woman felt even more innocent. At first, she even thought that the "village bully" was trying to sabotage her, given her reputation for being a troublemaker.

She resolved to emulate the unyielding martyrs, vowing never to bow her head, until the person opposite her pounded the table and yelled at her:

"Do you even know what kind of place you're talking about? Why don't you just say tear down the Monument to the People's Heroes?"

It was only then that she realized what a stupid thing she had done and what kind of people she had offended.

In the dead of night, she was suddenly covered in a cold sweat. She dreamt that her ancestor was pointing his finger at her and cursing her, and even her grandson, who was still wearing open-crotch pants, was throwing mud at her.

However, what she didn't know was that it was because of that remark that she stayed there for two more months. People were afraid she would gossip, so they waited until the controversy died down before letting her go home with good food and drink.

The dark-faced man who had tricked her into coming was not so easy to talk to; this guy had definitely taken money.

He methodically explained when he received 1,500 yuan from whom, what instructions he received, and who he gathered together.

After he confessed everything without reservation, it caused a sensation among the authorities. All the irrefutable evidence pointed to a person known as "Secretary Gao".

While the authorities were excitedly setting off to arrest Secretary Gao, Secretary Gao was at Aihua Company, reporting to the respected "that person".

"...So, in fact, by loudly interfering with 'The Poetic Life,' our stock rose by 1.5 points?" The man sat on the sofa, holding a pipe.

He sat in the darkness, exuding the air of a "Godfather," his facial expression obscured.

"The main benefit is that it boosted the confidence of the major shareholders," said Secretary Gao. "In addition, the potential of the music collection has also been estimated. If the deal is successfully signed, the return over five years is estimated to reach 46 million."

The question is, can we succeed?

"Yes. People have legs and can run, but houses don't have legs."

Secretary Gao smiled and said, "I have nine ways to win this over, nine ways."

“That’s right.” The man nodded. “The important thing isn’t how much we can earn in these 5 years, but the key is the subsequent management.”

He stretched out his hands and gestured in the air, saying, "Think about it, if we turn this place into an authoritative music base, or an award-giving venue, wouldn't it be equivalent to a music chart or a Golden Melody Awards?"

"Hiss—you mean?"

Secretary Gao's eyes widened, and she gasped.

This boundless imagination made him feel like his mind had suddenly been opened up.

“This is the true temple of musicians,” the person emphasized. “We can instill this concept in the public: any music placed here is truly temple-level music.”

"No matter how many Golden Melody Awards you win, you're not a true musician until you're included in this private music archive."

"And once you move into this private collection, you will become like Pink Floyd, like the Beatles, the most dazzling star in the world, someone who will be written into history."

"Think about it, what level of influence does this represent?"

Secretary Gao gave a thumbs up.

"In other words, whichever artist we want to cultivate, we just 'invite' their music into our portfolio?"

“Yes,” the man said, “you’ve finally figured it out.”

"The selection is held annually, and an event can be organized there. There are five winners each year..."

“No,” the person sitting in the chair denied him. “There’s only one award per year, just like the Nobel Prize.”

"Yes, just like the Nobel Prize, there will be a maximum of one award each year. In the future, this will be the Nobel Prize of the music world."

"Don't be too greedy, take it slow and steady," the person said. "Remember the Golden Melody Awards? They finally got their hands on it, but they were too greedy and exhausted their resources. After only two years, nobody paid attention to it anymore."

"Yes." Secretary Gao broke out in a cold sweat.

Every prize is money, and who wouldn't love money in their hands?

So after winning the Golden Melody Award, the number of awards increased from 6 to 12. After promoting their own artists, they also collected money from other entertainment companies.

They never expected that the award, which had a great reputation, would lose its appeal after only two years and soon lose all its attention, wasting all their initial investment.

“The Music Archives won’t become a dead-end award like the Golden Melody Awards,” Secretary Gao said. “It still has Pink Floyd on board, so we’ve tied them to the Archives. As long as they don’t collapse, the Archives won’t go out of business.”

“This private collection can be developed into a complex,” the person continued. “It can be both online and offline. Online, it can be a paid music platform, and offline, it can be a theme park. An annual awards ceremony can be held. The scale can be expanded. Don’t be afraid of investment. The more you invest, the more you will get back.”

"Indeed," Secretary Gao nodded.

The more he thought about it, the bolder, crazier, and more imaginative the idea seemed—truly magnificent!

In the entertainment industry, in a sense, it's about wielding power and influence. The reason they've been able to make so many stars and artists famous is because they have the ability to create stars by saying whoever is good enough.

Now this private music collection has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, soaring to new heights with the release of "Poetic Life," and endorsed by Cui Dayou, Jiang Xinhai, and others, its reputation has instantly reached its peak...

Only this person could see its true nature—it's a music award that can be firmly controlled!

Who could be closer to the title of "hall of fame music" than a true music hall?

Thinking of this, the thumb shape he made became even harder:

"Your insightful opinion is truly remarkable; you are the one with the greatest foresight!"

The person gently exhaled a smoke ring.

He was completely unmoved by the flattery of his subordinates—without him, where would Ai Hua come from?

It can be said that everything these people have is of their own making.

No amount of praise is too much.

“I was wrong,” Secretary Gao said sincerely. “The development method we had in mind before was to charge admission tickets like a theme park. After hearing your idea, I realized that our previous ideas were too simplistic.”

“Right?” the man said. “That’s why I told you that you absolutely must take over this private music collection. We can do without the people, but we must get the collection.”

Just as he finished speaking, a ringtone sounded, and the man put down his pipe and picked up his phone.

"Hey."

"it's me."

"what happened?"

"……oh?"

He stood up, walked away from Secretary Gao, and began to speak quietly on the phone.