noveltune Chapter 269 The groomsmen are superstars, and the bridesmaids are top-tier actresses.
Chapter 269 The groomsmen are superstars, and the bridesmaids are top-tier actresses.
"Special guest?"
Su Qingge raised her head in confusion.
Lin Zhou simply blinked mysteriously, tracing the red circle on the last line of the list with his fingertip, without rushing to explain.
At this point, the entertainment industry could no longer be simply described as "lively," but rather as experiencing a massive, magnitude 8 earthquake.
Since Starry Sky Media released the news that Lin Zhou was holding a wedding ceremony, for a full forty-eight hours, the phones of major entertainment agents in Beijing have been ringing off the hook.
Countless top-tier artists who are usually aloof and command appearance fees of tens of millions are now acting like fledgling trainees, frantically turning down all their engagements.
Even a global tour that had been in preparation for years, or a crucial audition invitation in Hollywood, were all discarded like trash in the face of the words "Lin Zhou's best man position".
"Sister Hong, tell Actor Wang that there's only one best man spot left, and let him decide what to do."
Old Chen stood in the corridor outside the ward, his voice cold and stern, yet exuding an arrogance that seemed to transcend the world of fame and fortune.
"And that pop star who just won a Grammy, wants to be a groomsman? Sure, tell him to go practice the theme song for the wedding first."
This almost harsh selection process did not deter those superstars; on the contrary, it made the position sacred and precious.
When the final list was finalized, even Su Qingge was so shocked that she was speechless for a long time.
The groomsmen included a three-time Golden Horse Award winner, the last king of the Chinese music scene, and a top sprinter who had just broken a world record at the Olympics.
Each of these names alone is a massive traffic bomb capable of crashing a live stream.
The bridesmaids' lineup was equally astonishing.
Apart from Su Qingge's three best friends from back then, the rest are all top female celebrities at Starry Sky Media who are currently at the height of their popularity.
This is no wedding; it's a fashion extravaganza that brings together the brightest stars in Asia.
The LCD TV in the ward was playing related entertainment news on a loop.
"Wow! Daddy! Daddy, look!"
Nuonuo suddenly jumped up from the carpet, pointed her fair little finger at a male star who was being surrounded by reporters on the screen, and shouted excitedly.
"I know this uncle! He gave me a huge Barbie doll last time!"
Lin Zhou looked down and saw the usually reserved top actor on the screen, humbly addressing the camera:
"It is the greatest honor of my life to witness Brother Zhou and his wife's happiness."
Lin Zhou's lips twitched, and he secretly complained to himself that these guys had used a lot of sweet talk to Nuonuo in order to get a spot.
"Honey, this uncle will be our 'bag carrier' from now on. You can ask him for anything you like."
Lin Zhou yawned lazily and casually grabbed a piece of apple and stuffed it into his daughter's mouth.
Su Qingge gave him a light tap, somewhat annoyed.
"You're so irresponsible. He's an award-winning actor, but you've turned him into a handbag carrier."
"In front of the Lin family, even a movie star can only carry a bag; that's called pomp and circumstance."
Lin Zhou replied confidently.
He leaned naturally against Su Qingge's legs, looking out the window at the sky that was beginning to darken.
Less than 24 hours remain until that historic ceremony.
The capital city has been completely placed under martial law.
The usually busy airport expressway was taken over by rows of black bulletproof cars starting at 3 p.m.
Paparazzi and media from all over the world had already swarmed the airport exit, but they were destined to only be able to capture blurry profiles.
Because the real big shots never show up at ordinary airport arrival gates.
"Uncle Chen, has the signal been restored at Beijing Capital International Airport?"
Lin Zhou closed his eyes and tapped Su Qingge's knees rhythmically with his fingers.
"Young Master, the Lin family's third satellite has firmly locked onto the private helipad area."
Old Chen pushed open the door and entered, his tone carrying a chilling excitement.
"The flight path for the first group of guests has been cleared, and they...have arrived."
Lin Zhou suddenly opened his eyes.
The tenderness he had shown when facing his wife and daughter vanished instantly from those deep, peach-blossom eyes, replaced by an extreme coldness and wildness.
"Qingge, come on, I'll take you to see something interesting."
Lin Zhou stood up and forcefully took Su Qingge's hand.
Su Qingge was a little confused.
"Where are we going? Isn't the wedding tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is the ceremony, today... is when we make those rats understand who the true masters of this land are."
Lin Zhou strode out of the ward, and Old Chen behind him deftly draped a long, black cloak over his shoulders.
Night had fallen in the capital city at this time.
But on the secluded private tarmac at Beijing Capital International Airport, the lights are on, making it as bright as day.
Dozens of Shadow Soldiers dressed in black tactical uniforms stood straight on both sides, their eyes sharp as eagles.
"Buzz—"
At the edge of the sky, a deep, muffled roar of engines broke through the air.
A Boeing 747 private jet, painted with a dark gold family crest, landed steadily on the runway amidst turbulent airflow.
Su Qingge recognized the badge.
That is a low-profile royal branch in the Middle East that controls one-third of the world's crude oil supply.
The hatch slowly opened.
As the first private jet landed, the clouds above the entire airport seemed to be forcibly dispersed by this terrifying aura of power.
that moment.
The black bishop's sentries, who were hiding in the shadows and holding binoculars and listening devices, all trembled uncontrollably.
Because they discovered it.
Behind this plane.
Twelve signal lights, representing the world's top conglomerates and underground oligarchs, were lined up in a neat straight line, heading towards the capital.
This is hardly a wedding reception.
This is clearly a tribute from all nations.
Lin Zhou held Su Qingge's hand and stood on the terrace of a tower not far away.
He watched the steel behemoths descending one after another, a cruel and arrogant smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Uncle Chen, go tell those old friends."
"The wine is ready."
"If they want to put on some entertainment at tomorrow's ceremony, I wouldn't mind making the red carpet even redder."
Old Chen lowered his head, his eyes revealing a murderous intent.
"This old servant understands, I will go and 'treat them with the utmost hospitality'."
Su Qingge felt her mind go blank as she watched the names that usually only existed in financial headlines and top-secret files appear one by one.
"Lin Zhou, just how many people did you invite?"
Lin Zhou turned his head, the moonlight shining on his cold face, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Not many, just half a world's worth of jerks."
"Let's go, the show has only just begun."
Done.
Lin Zhou led Su Qingge into the elevator.
Meanwhile, the VIPs on the first plane had already stepped off the gangway.
His first words were surprisingly directed at the man in black standing guard beside the plane:
"Is the position of officiant at Young Master Lin's wedding still vacant?"