I Have Connections at the Yamen

[Countdown: 8 days]

[Cost to accelerate]: 80000

This time, the countdown had switched directly from hours to days. Maybe it was because it had gone past a week?

If it kept increasing like this, it would take longer and longer to open the Treasure Chests. At this rate, he'd never finish opening his more than ninety thousand chests in his lifetime.

So if he wanted a shortcut, he still needed a lot of money.

Lin Chudong wasn't wealthy enough to throw money around, so he chose to let time pass naturally and wait for the item inside this Purple Treasure Chest.

After using [Advanced Magic], advanced magic tricks and the muscle memory in his fingers instantly flooded his mind...

Once the orchestra and the Harmony group arrived, everyone rehearsed a few more times before heading to the TV station.

Rehearsals at the TV station started at noon. They'd probably have two run-throughs in the afternoon, and then it would be evening.

Lin Chudong didn't need to worry. He was last on the schedule, but Liang Yin took this seriously and was afraid something might go wrong, so she still headed to the TV station on time.

A BMW X5 pulled up at the entrance to the TV station, and Shen Jianbin, Sun Jie, Wu Bo, and the others got out.

Wu Bo was a little excited. "Brother Bin, this is my first time performing at the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala. It's quite the production."

Shen Jianbin smiled. "This is nothing. Our goal this year is to get on the Spring Festival Gala. Da Fei's never made it on, either. If you do, you'll have completely surpassed him."

Wu Bo nodded. "I will. The Liang Yin Band doesn't have a ride this impressive, do they?"

Wu Bo patted the imposing BMW X5.

"You mean the car?" Shen Jianbin said. "Da Fei probably can't bring himself to buy one. At the music festival last time, I think they had a van and a Honda Fit."

"A car that costs a hundred-odd thousand yuan suits Da Fei's status."

Sun Jie and the others burst out laughing. After their last falling-out, they weren't bothering to pretend anymore.

Wu Bo said, "Da Fei's been the lead singer of the band for three years. He must've made a lot from performances, right?"

"His performance fees were decent. He got a fifteen percent cut. Da Fei must've earned at least seven or eight million over the past three years," Shen Jianbin said.

"But for some reason, that fool has a Saintly Heart or something. He donated two schools. If you ask me, those two schools probably wiped out his entire fortune."

Wu Bo was taken aback. "He does charity work? I've never heard about it in the news."

Sun Jie sneered. "That's how stupid he is. After Brother Bin found out, he told Da Fei to hold a press conference, but Da Fei was as stubborn as ever. He refused to be interviewed and wouldn't take part in anything besides singing."

"Brother Bin even went in his place to be a mentor on The Voice."

Wu Bo shrugged, unable to understand. Da Fei was so devoted to music, and when he made money, he donated it to build schools. Didn't he ever think about himself?

"To be honest, I admire Da Fei's dedication to music," Shen Jianbin said. "No one can match his devotion to it. But unfortunately, in my eyes, he's just a bookworm who only knows music."

"Heh, enough. Let's get inside."

Just then, a black Mercedes-Benz slowly drove over.

Sun Jie whistled. "Hey, a GLS450! I don't recognize the license plate. Which big shot does it belong to?"

Shen Jianbin smiled. "Whoever it is, they're definitely someone important. Let's wait and say hello."

As the members of Da Fei Band watched, Liang Yin stepped out of the passenger seat!

The driver's door opened, and Da Fei got out wearing sunglasses.

Seeing Shen Jianbin and the others, he froze. "You came to pick me up?"

Shen Jianbin's mouth twitched. Pick you up? In your dreams!

When had Da Fei bought a car?

And such a nice one?

When they saw that it had a temporary license plate, it was clear he'd just bought it. Sun Jie and the others felt a pang of envy.

"Da Fei, you've been keeping this quiet. You've already changed cars?"

Lin Chudong paused. "You mean this car? Our boss lady got it for us. She's a Second Generation Rich. You haven't heard of Boss Liang?"

Shen Jianbin and the others were dumbfounded. A wealthy big shot surnamed Liang?

Could it be the head of the Heavy Industry Group, the one who'd once topped the list of the country's richest people?

Was Liang Yin a rich heiress?

Liang Yin's mouth twitched. Da Fei was shamelessly making things up. What kind of rich heiress was she? She was just an overworked wage earner.

Still, to play along with Lin Chudong, she puffed out her chest and put on an air of pride.

Sun Jie gritted his teeth in anger. Had the bastard found himself a rich woman?

No wonder everything had been going so smoothly for him. Did he have a powerful backer?

Shen Jianbin narrowed his eyes. He couldn't trust a word Da Fei said anymore, but the facts were right in front of him. He had no choice but to believe them.

The music festival and Reality Show Lin Chudong had appeared on could only have earned him enough to get by. There was no way he could afford a luxury car like this.

Da Fei always sounded like he was making things up. Could he possibly tell the truth?

"Da Fei, you sure have connections. You even got on the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala. Who did you ask for help?"

Lin Chudong smiled. "Can't you tell? The Chengdu Tourism Bureau even reposted my song. Didn't you know? I have connections at the Yamen."

With that, Lin Chudong walked past him.

Liang Yin and the others all wore challenging smiles. The two bands crossed paths for the second time, and this time, everyone from Da Fei Band wore grim expressions.

"Brother Bin, is it true? Does Da Fei have connections at the Yamen?" Sun Jie asked.

"Don't listen to his crap! If he had connections at the Yamen, would he have kept quiet for three years? Besides, I Remember he's an orphan. Where would he have relatives?"

Su Yulin let out a cold laugh. "Being an orphan doesn't mean he sprang from a crack in a rock. He must have biological parents, right?"

Sun Jie's eyes widened. "Yu Lin, are you saying he found his birth parents? And they're connected to the Yamen? You know something, don't you?"

Shen Jianbin also looked at Su Yulin in confusion.

"Don't look at me. I don't know, either. Da Fei doesn't tell me anything anymore."

Shen Jianbin furrowed his brows. "Forget it. Don't listen to Da Fei's bragging. Let's all do our best today. I refuse to believe he can turn his fortunes around!"

When they entered the venue, rehearsals were already underway.

Sun Xuan stood below the stage, watching everything on the monitor with a serious expression.

The gala's acts were taking place one by one. At that moment, Mao Feifei was performing a Sketch Comedy piece onstage.

Mao Feifei was a rising comedian and very popular this year. He was one of the most anticipated performers in the comedy category.

Seeing Lin Chudong arrive, Sun Xuan asked, "Da Fei, are you ready?"

Lin Chudong replied, "No problem. I'll show you when I go up in a bit."

Sun Xuan shook his head. "You don't need to go up. Just have the musicians run through the accompaniment."

Lin Chudong was taken aback. "Director Sun, what's wrong?"

Sun Xuan lowered his voice. "There's competition between musicians, and there's plenty of competition between directors, too."

"Look at the audience seats. There are several directors here. They haven't decided who'll direct this year's Spring Festival Gala yet, and they're all eager to prove themselves."

"This is my first time putting on a live gala for a local TV station. They're all waiting to see me make a fool of myself, so I need to keep you, my secret weapon, under wraps."