Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

The flashes on both sides of the red carpet stung Zhang Yu's pupils. He maintained a standard sideways posture at a 45-degree angle, with his right hand resting on the third button of his suit - this was the best angle for photogenics that the stylist had spent three months researching.

The fabric of the Dior haute couture suit shimmered slightly under the spotlight, just enough to mask his fatigue from a sleepless night.

"Teacher Zhang, please look to the left!" a fashion editor suddenly shouted.

Zhang Yu turned around, and the Jaeger-LeCoultre Flip watch on his wrist reflected a cold light.

This watch worth seven figures was an anniversary gift from Genting Healthcare. The Sanxingdui cultural relic code was engraved on the back of the dial, and it was causing pain in his wrist bones.

In the banquet hall, the champagne tower reflected blurred light and shadows under the crystal chandelier.

Zhang Yu held the slender stem of the tulip glass and watched Lin Wanwan wandering among the investors like a koi fish.

The Suzhou embroidery patterns on her new Elie Saab haute couture dress were revealed when she turned around - the intricate branches and vines were exactly the same as the patterns on the Sanxingdui bronze sacred tree.

"I heard that you want to terminate the contract?" Bai Bing's whisper was sweet like ambergris.

The diamond ring on her finger brushed across Zhang Yu's neck, and the rose tattoo was faintly visible under the low-cut dress. "Do you know why top luxury brands love to find you?"

She suddenly grabbed his cufflinks and said, "Because the suit you wear can buy half a floor of the building materials mall."

The phone vibrated in the inner pocket of his suit, and the latest updates from the fan club popped up in the push notifications that I was particularly interested in.

In a certain fan's nine-square grid, the candid photo of him helping an old lady during the free clinic yesterday had the background deliberately blurred. In the reflection of the enlarged glass, the logo of Genting Medical was flashing on the sign of the community hospital.

"Excuse me." Zhang Yu got out of the situation by toasting, and the red wine stains on his cuffs looked like dried blood under the light.

The voice-activated lights in the fire escape came on due to the hurried footsteps, and when he unbuttoned his tie he felt the listening device in the lining - the stylist had taken the opportunity to stick it on this morning when he was pinning his collar pin.

"The goods have arrived." A hoarse male voice came from the darkness.

When Zhang Yu's golden needle pressed against the other person's Adam's apple, he smelled the familiar smell of realgar.

The man handed over a document bag with trembling hands. Inside was Genting Medical's medical equipment delivery list for the past three months. The destination addresses of thirty-seven AI diagnostic and treatment devices completely overlapped with the GPS coordinates of the Sanxingdui Cultural Relics Protection Station.

In the monitoring room of "The Great Detective", Zhang Yu stared at the split screen.

Lin Wanwan was touching up her makeup in the dressing room next door. Her makeup artist took out a small bronze box from her Hermès bag. When she dipped the powder puff into the box, the fine powder that fell off had a metallic luster in the close-up shot.

"Cut this part." The producer wiped his sweat, "The sponsor asked to keep the full makeup shot of Ms. Lin."

Zhang Yu suddenly stood up, and the hem of his white coat swept over the coffee cup.

The brown liquid spread on the script, revealing a hidden clause marked with a highlighter - if the program's ratings exceeded 3, the producer would need to transfer the ownership of a batch of "special props" to Genting Capital.

Recording of emergencies on site.

When Zhang Yu picked up the bronze dagger in the evidence box according to the script, the handle suddenly popped open and the micro-projector projected a holographic medical record in the air.

His pupils suddenly contracted - those flashing CT images were exactly the patient data that caused his father's downfall three years ago.

"Cut!" The director's roar shook the headset, "What's going on with the props team?"

In the chaos, Zhang Yu's fingertips stroked the dagger pattern.

Those seemingly random bumps and depressions are actually the digital codes of Liangzhu culture.

When he used a golden needle to pry open the secret compartment, the storage chip that fell out showed the flow of funds between Genting and an overseas auction house emitting a faint blue light.

Late at night in the styling studio, Zhang Yu stared at the newly delivered Armani haute couture on the hanger.

The styling assistant was checking the clothes with an ultraviolet lamp. When the light swept across the cuffs, the darkly embroidered bronze patterns suddenly appeared.

He took out his mobile phone to take a picture, but the camera captured an even more astonishing picture - those lines were automatically reorganized into a stock candlestick chart in the digital image.

"Teacher Zhang, it's time to try on the suit." When the assistant came over holding the dust cover, Zhang Yu had already replaced the RFID tag on the lining of the suit with a fake one.

In the secret compartment behind the dressing mirror, the miniature camera he had installed earlier was recording everything.

At a fan meeting, a fan suddenly fainted.

When Zhang Yu rushed off the stage to provide first aid, he discovered that she had a smart tattoo sticker under her collarbone and the chip implanted under the skin was getting hot.

As the sound of the ambulance siren faded away, his fingers hidden in the pocket of his white coat trembled slightly - the nanochip that had just been used to collect evidence was now oozing black mucus.

In the RV on a rainy night, Zhang Yu opened an anonymous package.

The bronze fragments in the shock-proof foam still smelled of tomb soil, and the accompanying certificate of appraisal was stamped with Genting Capital's seal.

When he put the fragments into the ultrasonic cleaning machine, the frequency of the water waves vibrating perfectly matched the ratings curve of "National Medical Arena".

"This is the ultimatum." Bai Bing's voice message rang at three in the morning.

There was a familiar sound of bronze bells in the background. "At the press conference tomorrow morning, you can either wear the watch we prepared or watch the Chinese medicine clinic turn to ashes."

As the morning light pierced through the clouds, Zhang Yu was standing in the anatomy room of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

He took one last look at the old man's portrait and inserted the USB drive full of evidence into the podium.

As the first ray of sunlight passed over the bronze human body model, the Sanxingdui characters engraved on the meridian points were projecting the full picture of the shocking conspiracy under the projector.

Zhang Yu's fingers slid quickly across the screen of his mobile phone, and the number of readings of #YundingMedicalFraud# in the super topic was soaring at a rate of 100,000 per second.

In front of the makeup mirror, the stylist used concealer to cover the dark circles under his eyes. The false eyelash tweezers suddenly stopped in mid-air: "Teacher Zhang, your phone..."

The blue light from the surveillance screen reflected the agent's livid face.

Old Lu rushed into the dressing room and grabbed the phone. The screen was playing a video of a medical blogger dissecting the Genting AI diagnostic device - bundles of Sanxingdui cultural relics transportation documents poured out of the chassis.

"Do you know how many people will lose their jobs as a result of this?" Lao Lu's saliva splashed on the mirror, "Brands, platforms, brokerage companies..."

Zhang Yu turned the acupuncture magnet and sucked up the scattered hairpins: "Being unemployed is better than going to jail."

The door of the locker room was suddenly pushed open, and three bodyguards in black blocked the exit. The sound of Bai Bing's high heels was like a death drumbeat.

"I apologized live and said it was a competitor who spread the rumor."

She threw the tablet on the dressing table. Lin Wanwan’s stunning press release was flashing on the front page. “Otherwise, your crappy Chinese medicine clinic…”

The phone suddenly vibrated and a push notification of particular interest popped up.

The picture accompanying the long article by the fan club president was of the underground parking lot of Genting headquarters, where boxes of bronze fragments were being loaded onto a truck with the "Great Doctor" logo printed on it.

Zhang Yu chuckled and said, "Boss Bai, do you think we should delete the post first or silence him first?"

The live broadcast site of "National Medical Arena" suddenly lost power.

The moment the emergency light came on, Zhang Yu used a gold needle to pick open the contestant's wig, and the chip hidden under the scalp glowed with a cold bronze light.

While the director was busy switching shots, the audience had already captured the real-time data on the big screen - the AI ​​scoring system was transmitting the location coordinates of the cultural relics to overseas accounts.

"This is a variety show effect!" The producer's hands were shaking as he grabbed the microphone.

Zhang Yu held up the gold needle covered with conductive gel in front of the camera: "Yunding's nanochip, implanted in the seventh cervical vertebra, can control the central nervous system. Do you need me to demonstrate it on the spot?"

In the melee backstage, Zhang Yu knocked over the prop box. The scattered bronze replicas rolled on the ground, and the QR code at the bottom was scanned to jump to the dark web auction page.

When he raised his mobile phone and pointed it at Lin Wanwan's necklace, the micro projector in the jade pendant projected a smuggling route map of Genting in the air.

A car chase scene takes place on the cross-sea bridge on a rainy night.

The rear window of Zhang Yu's nanny car exploded with spider web cracks, and a swarm of drones chased after him like bloodthirsty bats.

He pulled off his tie and wrapped it around the steering wheel, while his other hand swiped on his tablet computer - the account book just cracked by the hackers of the fan club showed that the profits from the health tea he endorsed were fueling the fleet smuggling cultural relics.

"Be careful!" the assistant screamed as the truck hit them head-on.

The moment the airbag exploded, Zhang Yu saw the Genting logo on the other car's door.

Feeling weightless as he fell into the sea, he clenched the jade pendant on his chest - this was the last piece of evidence that the old Chinese doctor had stuffed into his hands this morning.

As the salty sea water poured into my nostrils, my memory flashed back to three months ago.

The cracks in the box of defective tiles in the warehouse of the building materials city were now reorganized into the pattern of the jade halberd unearthed from Sanxingdui before our eyes.

When consciousness was about to fade away, the Jaeger-LeCoultre watch on his wrist suddenly vibrated, and a holographic projection of his father's medical license appeared on the dial.

When Zhang Yu, soaking wet, kicked open the door of the TV station's control room, "Who's the Detective" was being broadcast live.

He grabbed the director's microphone, his wet hair plastered to his forehead: "Dear viewers, now we are going to show you the real detective game."

Twelve pictures light up on the monitoring screen at the same time:

1. In the Yunding laboratory, researchers are implanting bronze fragments into the AI ​​diagnostic instrument

2. Lin Wanwan’s dressing room, boxes of cultural relic appraisal books piled up next to the Hermès bag

3. The computer of the support group president is deciphering the genetic code of the Sanxingdui cultural relics

"This is the real sponsor." Zhang Yu inserted the USB drive into the console.

The big screen scrolls through Genting’s smuggling account book, and each transaction corresponds to the sales volume of the medical products he endorses.

When the screen cut to the surveillance video of Bai Bing burning the patient's medical records, the number of people watching the live broadcast exceeded 50 million.

One second before the security guard's rubber stick hit the control panel, Zhang Yu pressed the emergency button in the acupuncture bag.

The circuits of the entire building suddenly overloaded, and all electronic devices automatically played his pre-recorded evidence video - from the building materials city warehouse to Genting headquarters, every secret base flashed on the three-dimensional map.

“Do you think these can bring down Genting?”

Bai Bing's shrill laughter mixed with the sound of electricity, "Do you know why we asked you to be the spokesperson? Because your father's medical accident is our best firewall!"

Zhang Yu tore open his wet shirt, revealing the same barcode tattoo as Lin Wanwan on his chest.

This was implanted when I was in a coma three months ago. It is now glowing a cold blue light under my skin. "I have been waiting for this day since you installed the signal amplifier in my ward."

The sound-controlled lights in the fire escape flickered with the chase. Zhang Yu's golden needle pierced the pursuer's Huantiao acupoint, and the bronze dagger in the man's arms rolled to the ground when he fell.

When the iron door of the cultural relics warehouse on the third underground floor was blown open, twenty AI diagnostic devices that were packing suddenly started up, projecting holographic images of Genting shareholders.

Zhang Yu stood in the lobby of the China Securities Regulatory Commission as the morning light penetrated the bulletproof glass.

He tore open the lining of his suit and took out the nanochip sewn into it: "This is evidence that Genting is manipulating the stock market."

When the bailiff handcuffed Bai Bing, the rose tattoo on her wrist suddenly started bleeding, revealing a laser imprint of the Sanxingdui cultural relic number under her skin.

The evening press conference was packed with international media.

Zhang Yu held up his father's medical license, and the projection screen behind him was breaking down Genting's capital map.

When he said "Traditional Chinese medicine does not need AI endorsement", a medical representative's mobile phone suddenly exploded - the bronze fragments hidden in the battery rotated and inserted into the wall.