Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Xu Qing moved his neck, and his bones made a cracking sound.

"Brother, go get some sleep," Wang Dazhu said in a low voice. "I'll keep watch."

Xu Qing waved his hand, took out some chewing gum from his pocket, poured out two pieces and threw them into his mouth.

The spiciness of the mint made him feel a little more energetic.

"Need not."

Xu Qing stood up, walked to the tiny air vent, and stood on tiptoe to look outside.

It was still gray outside; it was just getting light.

"We still have to rehearse today," Xu Qing said. "Even though we don't have a rehearsal room, we can't let our work fall behind."

Wang Dazhu opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Rehearsing in this shabby place?

If you make even a little noise, the security guard upstairs will have to come down and chase you away.

Last night, Li Ergou played the erhu a couple of times and was scolded by the director Zhou Yan, who sent people down to yell at him, saying that they were making noise and disturbing Ye Zhi Qiu's rest upstairs.

This life is so frustrating.

Just then.

The ground suddenly shook.

Immediately following was a low rumble.

It wasn't the sound of an ordinary car engine, but the roar of some kind of heavy machinery in operation, which caused dust to fall from the ceiling of the basement.

Li Ergou and Zhang Tiedan were jolted awake and got up, looking completely bewildered.

"What happened? Was there an earthquake?" Li Ergou asked in a panic.

Xu Qing squinted, watching the huge black shadow flash by outside the window.

The shadow was so long that it blocked out the already limited light, plunging the basement into complete darkness.

"It's not an earthquake."

Xu Qing chewed her gum, a playful smile suddenly curving her lips.

"The package has arrived."

……

The parking lot at the recording base of "The Rising Star" was in complete chaos.

The security captain was so frightened by the sight of these enormous figures that his hat almost fell off.

Six all-black heavy semi-trailer trucks, like six steel behemoths, barged into the parking lot.

They didn't go to the unloading area, nor did they go to the regular parking spaces.

Instead, they drove straight to the most central area—the exclusive parking spaces for the production team and special guests.

In particular, the sign that read "Director-in-Chief Zhou Yan" was run over by the huge tires of the first truck.

A snap.

The plastic sign shattered into pieces.

The convoy came to a smooth stop.

Six cars, lined up end to end, completely filled up the best spot, leaving no gaps.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!"

The security captain rushed over with a walkie-talkie, angrily banging on the door of the first car.

"This is a designated parking space for the production crew! Who gave you permission to come in?! Move your vehicles right now!"

The car door opened.

It wasn't a truck driver covered in oil who got off.

Instead, he was a middle-aged man wearing a black suit, white gloves, and with a straight posture.

Old Zhang.

He straightened his cuffs, didn't even glance at the security captain, and simply spoke into his headset.

"Location confirmed, commence deployment."

next second.

What happened next left everyone speechless.

The six seemingly ordinary black container trucks suddenly began to make the sound of hydraulic machinery operating.

The side panels on both sides of the carriage slowly rose and extended outwards.

The carriage, which was originally only three meters wide, was instantly expanded to six meters.

This is not finished.

The roof opened, and the second structure slowly rose.

Only five minutes had passed.

Six trucks, right before everyone's eyes, transformed into a two-story building complex covering several hundred square meters.

The black metal casing gleamed with a cold luster in the morning light.

Huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows slid out from the inside, replacing the original steel plates.

Even on the top floor, several circular satellite receivers and a row of expensive-looking solar panels protrude.

This is not a car.

This is clearly a mobile steel fortress.

The surrounding staff were all dumbfounded.

Someone recognized the car's origin and gasped in shock.

"Holy crap... isn't that the Anderson RV that's known as the 'Land Palace'?"

"I heard that this one costs 20 million US dollars, and that's the base model."

"Six cars arrived at once? Who is this? Such a grand entrance!"

"Ye Zhi Qiu? Doesn't seem like it. Compared to this, Ye Zhi Qiu's van is just a toy."

Just as everyone was discussing it.

A red Porsche sports car drove up aggressively.

That's Zhou Yan's car.

He got up very early today just to see how miserable Xu Qing and his gang were living in the basement.

As soon as the car entered the parking lot, they were dumbfounded.

His reserved parking space is gone.

Not only is it gone, but it has also been taken over by several "houses".

Compared to those behemoths, his Porsche looked like a baby that hadn't been weaned yet.

"Beep beep—!!!"

Zhou Yan honked the horn frantically.

No one cares about him.

The workers in uniform were busy connecting cables and debugging equipment, ignoring him completely.

Zhou Yan has become famous.

He pushed open the car door and stormed over.

"Who's in charge! Who's in charge!"

Zhou Yan pointed at Old Zhang, who was giving instructions, and said, "What's going on here? Don't you know the rules? This is my parking space! Tear it down! Tear it down right now!"

Old Zhang turned around.

He wore the polite yet aloof smile typical of a butler from a large family.

"Sir, please refrain from making loud noise."

Old Zhang took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands, which were not dusty.

"We are debugging the equipment, and noise can affect precision."

Zhou Yan laughed in exasperation.

"Equipment setup? This is the recording base for 'Rising Stars'! I'm the director, Zhou Yan!"

"I don't care which production crew you're from, or who hired you. Now, right now, get out of here!"

"Otherwise, I'll have security tow your car away!"

Old Zhang responded with an "oh".

His tone was so calm, as if he were discussing today's weather.

"Take it away?"

Old Zhang pointed to the huge tires of those vehicles.

"This vehicle weighs 30 tons and occupies 80 square meters when unfolded. It has hydraulic anchoring piles at the bottom, which have already been driven into the ground."

"If Director Zhou can find a crane, then go ahead and drag it."

"However, I must remind you of something."

Old Zhang paused, a barely perceptible hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

"The paint on this car is custom-made. Even a small scratch would require about 300,000 yuan in compensation."

"The total cost of the vehicle is approximately 180 million."

"Director Zhou, you'd better be careful when you drag things out."

Zhou Yan was taken aback by the number.

But he quickly realized what was happening.

Who are you trying to scare?

"Stop giving me that nonsense!" Zhou Yan roared, his voice trembling with fear. "This is my territory! You're illegally occupying the space, and I have the right to take action!"

"Security! Where's security?! Cut off the power! Cut off the water!"

"Without water and electricity, how long can this pile of junk last?"

Zhou Yan turned and shouted at the security booth in the distance.

The security captain shrank back, too afraid to move.

On one side is the chief director, and on the other side is a tycoon driving a luxury car worth hundreds of millions. He can't afford to offend either of them.

Old Zhang sighed.

It seems they are expressing regret over Zhou Yan's low intelligence.

"Director Zhou, you may not have seen it clearly."

Old Zhang pointed to the huge solar panels on the roof of the car, and then to the silent generator set running quietly behind the car.

"We brought our own industrial-grade generator, which is enough to keep this 'palace' running for half a month."

"As for water."

Old Zhang patted a tanker truck parked next to him.

"We also brought five tons of purified spring water."

"Oh right, and the internet."

Old Zhang pointed to the rotating satellite receiver above his head.

"This is a military-grade satellite signal that connects directly to low Earth orbit satellites and does not require access to your base's Wi-Fi."

Simply put...

Old Zhang bowed slightly, his smile growing even brighter.

"Aside from occupying a piece of your land, you don't need to worry about anything else."

Zhou Yan was completely dumbfounded.

What the hell is this?

It has its own water, electricity, and internet? Even its own signal?

This isn't a TV show recording; this is clearly a colonization operation!

"Who...who exactly are you serving?"

Zhou Yan asked through gritted teeth.

He had a vague sense of unease.

This reckless, even somewhat insane, approach reminded him of someone.

Old Zhang did not answer directly.

He turned around and bowed deeply towards the dark entrance to the basement not far away.

"Young Master, the room is ready."

"You can check in now."

Everyone's eyes followed Old Zhang's direction.

The rusty iron door to the basement was pushed open from the inside.

It made a creaking, sour sound.

Xu Qing came out.

He was wearing a faded gray hoodie, his hands in his pockets, chewing gum, and looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

Behind him followed Wang Dazhu, Li Ergou, and Zhang Tiedan, all of whom were dumbfounded.

The three of them were still holding toothbrushes and washbasins, and the toothpaste foam around their mouths hadn't been wiped off.

Xu Qing stood in the sunlight, squinting as he surveyed the steel fortresses before him, which exuded an aura of wealth.

He glanced again at Zhou Yan, whose face was ashen and looked as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

Xu Qing smiled.

He strolled over slowly and stopped in front of Zhou Yan.

"Good morning, Director Zhou."

Xu Qing yawned.

"Did you sleep well last night? I didn't sleep very well."

"The basement is too damp, which is bad for your throat."

Zhou Yan stared intently at Xu Qing, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Xu Qing...did you do this?"

"This is a public area! What right do you have to occupy it!"

Xu Qing shrugged.

"There's nothing we can do."

"You've taken over the rehearsal room, and the basement is too damp."

"I'm physically weak and can't endure that kind of suffering."

"So I had to ask my family to send me some temporary accommodation to make do."

improvise?

Those around him rolled their eyes.

Is this what you call "makeshift"?

So what are we living in? A doghouse?

Ye Zhi Qiu also arrived at this time after hearing the news.

He looked at those RVs that were countless times more luxurious than his nanny van, and his eyes turned red with envy.

"Xu Qing, this is against the rules!"

Ye Zhi Qiu screamed, "The program stipulates that contestants must stay in the same accommodations; there can be no special treatment!"

Xu Qing glanced at him.

"Oh? Uniform accommodation?"

"So, you took over Class F's rehearsal room as a lounge, doesn't that count as giving them special treatment?"

"Is it a violation to park your van in the fire lane?"

Ye Zhiqiu was speechless.

"I...I'm a special guest!"

"What a coincidence." Xu Qing pointed to the RV behind him. "I brought my own funding to the production team."

Although this funding was forced upon him by his cheap father-in-law.

But I must say...

Really fragrant.

Xu Qing was too lazy to waste any more words with them.

He turned to look at Old Zhang.

"Can I take a shower inside?"