The people watching from the third floor were stunned and all looked toward where the white paper had flown out. They saw Yin Chengjue sitting with his legs crossed next to a large blower, holding a large bucket in one hand and taking out a pile of shredded paper from the bucket with the other. He placed the shredded paper in front of the blower and let go. The blower blew the shredded paper forward and flew outside, landing on the people.

Coupled with the extremely penetrating sound of the suona, and looking at the scene below, it was hard to tell for a moment whether they were responding to the suona or the suona was responding to them.

Old Feng could no longer keep up the act. He immediately sat up, his beard bristling with anger: "You! You! You've gone too far! I'm going to sue you!"

Before he could finish speaking, a piece of white paper blew down from upstairs and covered his face!

The suona horn music hadn't stopped when everyone standing downstairs was caught in the crossfire. The reporters snapped photos of the white paper falling on them, feeling a little regretful, but thinking that this was quite a spectacle after all, they persisted, raising their cameras and pointing them upwards. One reporter shouted at the top of his lungs, "Mr. Yin! Is this how you treat your family? Is it true that they say you're unfilial?"

After scattering the last batch of paper, Yin Chengjue finally stood up slowly, picked up a megaphone from the side, walked to the edge of the terrace, leaned on the railing with one hand, held the megaphone in the other, looked down, cleared his throat, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. Today is our Huansheng Entertainment's annual Snowflake Banquet, but unfortunately the weather isn't cooperating and it's not snowing, so we had to make our own snowflakes to create a clean space in front of the door."

Yin Chengjue's lips curled slightly, as he was facing the sunlight, which made his face seem to glow.

The sound coming from the loudspeaker was slightly distorted, but you could still hear Yin Chengjue's deep, magnetic voice. He chuckled in that voice, giving off a playful vibe, but without being annoying.

"Look, everyone in the company today has taken the time to find a good spot, bring snacks, and wait to watch the snowflakes fall and listen to the ethereal music. But what are you all doing? Why are you making such a big fuss downstairs?" Yin Chengjue raised his chin. "Could it be that you're planning to build a snowman?"

Old Feng squinted downstairs for a long time before his daughter-in-law reminded him that the tall, young man was Yin Chengjue, whom they had been cursing for so long. Looking at Yin Chengjue's obviously expensive clothes and the watch peeking out from the sleeve that reflected the sunlight, his eyes turned red and he became even more determined to get his hands on the property.

Old Feng forgot that he had just been pretending to be weak. When he saw Yin Chengjue, he immediately pointed at Yin Chengjue and shouted "You little beast!" His voice was full of energy, and he didn't look like he was about to die at all.

However, before he could continue speaking, he heard Yin Chengjue say, "What were you shouting about just now?"

Old Man Feng: "Little beast..."

Yin Chengjue, turning the loudspeaker up to the maximum, shouted: "What? What did you say? Shout louder!"

Old Feng: "Little..."

Yin Chengjue: "What? You guys are praising me for being handsome? Do I need you to praise me like that? Heh!"

Old Feng: "You!"

Yin Chengjue: "Huh? Speak louder. You guys say my mom is beautiful? Of course, she's my mom."

Old Man Feng: "Her!"

Yin Chengjue: "What? You say there aren't enough snowflakes? You want more? Okay, I'll grant your wish! Music, start!" Yin Chengjue snapped his fingers.

As soon as he finished speaking, the suona, which had paused for a while, started playing again. This time, however, it didn't just come from one place; it came from every floor. The loud sound, the neat rhythm, the momentum that seemed to sweep away everything, the sound that didn't need any accompaniment—it could sing the whole song on its own!

That was truly unparalleled!

Those who personally experienced this event, upon reflection, invariably looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and exclaimed: "That day, it felt like I had lived a lifetime."

It's just that this life is a bit hard on the ears.

The camera pans back to the scene where, as the suona horns begin to play, shredded paper starts falling from all over the circular building, a scene clearly prepared in advance.

Old Feng wanted to cause more trouble, but the company gates were tightly closed, and they couldn't break in. They tried to shout, but they couldn't out-shout the suona horn. They wanted to stay there, but then that gloomy thing sprayed them all over their heads!

They are very particular about these things over there, so he quickly patted his head and body clean off and ran away angrily!

They ran so fast, the reporters couldn't catch up!

Old Feng, who looked like he was about to die, was now running in the lead. He clearly couldn't stand the scene of the suona being played and the paper being scattered.

Yin Chengjue watched them leave, took out his phone, sent a large red envelope to the Huansheng Artists Group, and added a message: "Feast tonight, everyone who has time, come, it's on me."

Those present: "..." Holy crap! The word "start the feast" was used brilliantly!

But red envelopes are really tempting! And the boss is so generous!

Yin Chengjue sent out several more large red envelopes in a row. After seeing that the red envelopes were quickly claimed, he showed a satisfied smile and tagged the group once again.

Yin Chengjue [Group Owner]: Those who received the red envelopes, go and clean up downstairs. This is Huansheng's annual Snowflake Banquet, how can we let the main characters, the "snowflakes," be left outside?

The celebrities, who happily received many red envelopes, were left speechless: "...I no longer believe in sudden red envelopes from capitalists! They're all just tools to exploit labor!"

After being tricked by Yin Chengjue this time, Old Man Feng was furious. He wanted to cause trouble for Yin Chengjue again, but he was afraid that Yin Chengjue would pull the same trick on him again. They couldn't break into the Huansheng Building, so they could only make a scene downstairs. But if they cried and made a scene, what if someone played a suona upstairs and threw some paper? Just thinking about the scene was depressing. He was old and feared nothing but one thing: shortening his lifespan.

The suona was so loud it almost killed him on the spot!

Old Man Feng was furious and refused to go again no matter what Feng Chengda said. Feng Chengda had no choice but to let the reporter embellish the story taken on that day and post it online.

However, the media reporters refused, and even returned the money that Fengchengda had previously given them.

It wasn't that they didn't want to do it, but they simply didn't get any useful footage that day. All they managed to capture were the foul language of the Feng family members, the "snowflakes" falling from the sky, and the soul-stirring sound of the suona horn...

Feng Chengda contacted many reporters, but those who had previously promised to write a scoop that would satisfy him were now all silent. Some private media outlets even blocked him and refused to refund his money.

Feng Chengda was furious, but he didn't dare to vent his anger at Old Feng. He could only sulk in silence. A few companies were willing to write exposés in Feng Chengda's style, but after those exposés were published, either no one read them, or they were bought to trend on social media but were then deleted in less than a second, making no splash at all.

Private media PR teams are no match for Huansheng; they simply can't compete.

Old Man Feng brought his whole family all the way from home because he heard Feng Chengda say that doing this would bring him a lot of money. But now, not only have they not earned a single penny, but they've also been criticized. He's furious, and when he gets back, Feng Chengda will complain that he didn't do a good job.

Old Man Feng also doted on his youngest son. At first, he let Feng Chengda dislike him, but after being nagged by Feng Chengda for so long, he became resentful and grabbed Feng Chengda's ear. He then picked up his cane and started hitting Feng Chengda.

"You think you're so great, huh? You're incompetent, you can't get your money back, and you expect our whole family to come and help you get it back? And you still have the nerve to blame us? I told you long ago, that poisonous woman surnamed Yin is ill-mannered and unruly, yet you still insisted on marrying her! Ha! You still married into their family, and fine, our Feng family wouldn't even consider that little beast she gave birth to as our grandson. But you should get a divorce and divide the assets! They have so much money, yet you won't get a single penny! You useless, stupid thing!" Old Man Feng beat and cursed him at the same time. Wang Guihua felt sorry for him and quickly stepped in to stop him.

"Hey, stop hitting her! Don't make such a fuss over that wicked woman. If it really comes down to it, we'll go to court. What's rightfully yours will be yours! Divorce is divorce, it's better this way. That wicked woman surnamed Yin is unruly. Xiao Zi is much better; she often brings her grandson Heng Heng back to see us. I think once you get your money back from that wicked woman and that little beast, you should marry Xiao Zi and give her a proper status." Wang Guihua thought for a moment and then added, "Giving her a proper status is enough. We don't need a dowry; she can't run away anyway."

Feng Chengda didn't want to discuss these matters with them. After being freed from Old Man Feng's clutches, he immediately waved his hand irritably: "Alright, alright, I know. I'll handle this myself. You guys stay here for now, and I'll find another opportunity..." Feng Chengda's voice lowered, and without finishing his sentence, he turned and walked into the house.

"Oh dear! This child is really something!"

Old Feng couldn't help but raise his cane again.

Compared to the chaos at the Feng family's place, Yin Chengjue was much more relaxed. In fact, Yin Chengjue had arranged for someone to record the whole thing and sent it to Yin Qiushi that very night.

Yin Qiushi: "After your grandfather saw it, he instantly felt relieved and his mind was at ease. He could eat two bowls of rice in one meal and climb five flights of stairs in one go..."

Yin Chengjue asked with some concern, "Only two bowls of rice? Isn't that a bit too little?"

Yin Qiushi, who has only ever eaten two bowls of rice at most since childhood: "..." Can your appetite be inherited through bloodline???

The incident of Old Man Feng causing trouble at Huansheng has not made it to the trending topics. Besides the suppression by Huansheng's public relations department, another reason is that there is a more interesting thing occupying the trending topics.

That is the lawsuit between [Starlight Trip] and TJ fans.