111: Chapter 111 The three women were stunned: He was so handsome they couldn't close their legs.

"My father originally intended to come in person to invite you, but something urgent came up at the Deyun Society that held him back, so he couldn't make it. So, he sent me here specifically to apologize to you, Teacher Lin." Guo Qilin explained with a face full of smiles.

Lin Chen waved his hand, not minding it at all. "I'm not that stuck up, no need to be so polite."

"Oh, right!"

As if remembering something, Guo Qilin hurriedly pulled a package out of the paper bag beside him.

Upon opening it, one could see a finely crafted white silk long robe, a matching pair of silk trousers, and a pair of traditional Beijing cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.

"Teacher Lin, this is the long gown my father specially found a tailor to rush-order for you early this morning. See if the size fits you well?"

Lin Chen was a bit puzzled. "How did you know what size clothes I wear?"

Tong Liya, who was beside him, laughed helplessly. "You really did black out from drinking last night. You told Teacher Guo yourself at the dinner table."

"Is that so?" Lin Chen stroked his chin; he really had no memory of it at all. "Then I'll go inside and try it on."

Lin Chen took the clothes and went into the bedroom.

In the living room outside, Yang Mi took over the conversation and started chatting with Guo Qilin.

The two weren't actually familiar with each other; this kind of small talk was purely for the sake of conversation.

But this was the basic etiquette of hospitality; you couldn't just let a guest sit on the sofa staring blankly, right?

In this regard, Yang Mi's social skills were undoubtedly the most sophisticated among the three women.

She kept the topics at a comfortable distance, neither appearing overly intimate nor making people feel estranged.

She was neither stiffly formal nor frivolous and casual.

Her demeanor was dignified and graceful.

Aside from her naturally smooth personality, this largely stemmed from her inner confidence.

She had now completely stepped into the role of the "First Wife of the Lin Family."

Since she was the first wife, she was the face of the Lin family and had to maintain the airs of a matriarch; she absolutely could not be mindless and playful like Reba.

Otherwise, if word got out, people would think the Lin family was just a makeshift operation.

What about rules? Family values? Decorum?

Her man was no ordinary person, and this big Lin family residence would need to pay attention to grandeur in the future.

This had nothing to do with how much balance was in the bank account; it was about the foundation and prestige of a family.

Tong Liya and Dilraba did not have so many convoluted thoughts.

Tong Liya was alright; she sat with her pair of long, fair, exquisite legs pressed together, occasionally chiming in with a joke and laughing along.

After all, she had drunk with Guo Qilin last night, so they were somewhat familiar faces and could still chat a bit.

Dilraba felt bored to tears.

She sat on the side like a wooden statue, zoning out for a long time. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she simply reached out, picked up an apple from the fruit platter, and started munching on it.

This young lady washed the fruit herself, and you guys aren't eating any? Giving me no face? Fine, if you won't eat it, I will! Crunch, crunch, crunch!

After a while, the bedroom door opened.

Lin Chen walked out wearing the white long gown that Guo Degang had specially custom-made for him.

The gown was snow-white all over, without any other colors, except for exquisite auspicious cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs.

Inside, he wore white silk trousers, and on his feet, white socks and black cloth shoes.

This gown was extremely well-fitting, accentuating Lin Chen's already tall and straight physique to look even more slender.

As he walked over, his toes lightly kicked the hem of his robe. His entire being exuded an air of refined and free-spirited scholarly charm, as if he were a noble young master who had stepped out of a painting from the Republic of China era.

Yang Mi and the other two women were instantly stunned.

Three pairs of beautiful eyes stared straight at their man.

Although they had already been intimately acquainted countless times in bed and were as familiar with his body as could be, at this very moment, they were still so stunned by his appearance that they gasped, their little hearts pounding uncontrollably.

Guo Qilin, standing to the side, also clicked his tongue in secret.

He just felt that Lin Chen looked incredibly handsome wearing this gown, and even felt a bit envious.

But that was all; as a straight man, facing another handsome man, he couldn't possibly harbor any improper thoughts. If he really did, he would be letting down his father, Old Guo.

"How is it?"

Lin Chen raised his arms and asked casually.

"So handsome it makes one's legs go weak!" Reba covered her chest with both hands, her eyes shining, and praised him loudly without any reservation.

Although Yang Mi and Tong Liya weren't as bold, they smiled like fangirls and gave him a thumbs-up.

"It's just that your hair is a bit long; it needs a trim."

Yang Mi stood up and walked over to Lin Chen, reaching out to tidy the stray hairs on his forehead, then turned her head and instructed Tong Liya, "Yaya, go upstairs and bring down the makeup kit."

Tong Liya obediently went upstairs to get it. Lin Chen pulled his head back and frowned. "What for?"

"Of course, to do your makeup and style your hair! Leave it to us; long-term illness makes a good doctor. We three have been in the Film Crew for so many years, our makeup skills are definitely not worse than the professionals!"

Lin Chen refused directly. "Not doing it. I'm not going on a blind date, why would I be putting on makeup?"

Yang Mi argued righteously. "What's the difference between performing on stage and a blind date? Both are about showing your best side to others!"

"What? Is this face of mine so ugly it can't be seen, or can I not go on stage?"

"Of course you're handsome, but since you could clearly be devastatingly handsome, why not? Be good, listen to me."

A good man doesn't fight with women; Lin Chen ultimately didn't win against these three women.

He could only sit listlessly in the chair, letting his three wives carry out all sorts of inhumane "artistic creations" on his face and head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. This facial contour is simply at the level of an ancient Greek sculpture. This is definitely the most satisfying piece of work in my life!"

"It's mainly because our husband's foundation is too monstrous; just a few strokes of shading and he's devastatingly handsome."

"My God, did I save the galaxy in my past life? To actually be able to sleep with such an exquisite man. How did I, this fairy, deserve this?"

Half an hour later, the project was finished.

Yang Mi, Tong Liya, and Reba gathered in front of Lin Chen, admiring their masterpiece while clicking their tongues in praise.

Lin Chen rolled his eyes helplessly. He glanced at the wall clock; it was almost 6:00 PM, so he stood up and spoke. "Alright, stop swooning, let's go."

The group walked out of the villa, split into two cars, and headed straight for tonight's performance venue—the Tianqiao Theater.

This was also the base camp of the Deyun Society.

The rise of the Deyun Society is definitely a history of grassroots counterattack that could be written into textbooks.

Back in the day, Guo Degang ventured into Beijing all by himself, with no money, no background, and no backing.

Relying solely on his iron tongue, his wits, and that ruthless determination not to turn back until he hit a brick wall, he carved out a path for himself in the talent-filled capital.

Guo Degang was a genuine grassroots figure from the bottom, no different from the current extras drifting in Beijing.

When he first started out, he performed in various teahouses every day.

If the audience under the stage was happy listening, they would give a smile.

If they weren't happy, they wouldn't even give him a glance, and might even jeer him off the stage on the spot.

The bitterness and hardship involved were not something outsiders could understand.

Of course, if you really want to be pedantic, throughout history, which self-made tycoon's rise to success has been easy?

Even someone as strong as Father Ma Yun, back when he was carrying a tattered bag around promoting the Yellow Pages, wasn't he also treated like a fraud and chased away everywhere?

This illustrates an eternal truth: if you want to be distinguished in front of others, you must suffer behind their backs.

To this day, the Deyun Society has completely monopolized the domestic Crosstalk market, becoming the premier Crosstalk empire.

Just the number of contracted Crosstalk actors under its banner is nearly a hundred.

In Beijing alone, it has opened five large theaters.

Not only has it blossomed in major first and second-tier cities across the country, but it has even opened a branch in Melbourne, Australia.

This shows just how terrifying its influence has become.

Because of the traffic jam during the evening rush hour, by the time Lin Chen's family arrived at the Tianqiao Theater, it was already almost 7:30 PM.

The performance in the venue had already officially started, but Guo Degang's final grand act was still to come.

At this moment, he was waiting respectfully outside the back door of the theater with Yu Qian, Yue Yunpeng, Sun Yue, Luan Yunping, and a group of core members of the Deyun Society.

This lineup, while perhaps not shaking half the entertainment industry, was definitely at the level of a heavenly troupe in the world of traditional arts.

It caused passersby to stop and look, all guessing which deity was coming that could make Bandmaster Guo put on such a grand display to welcome them.

It wasn't until Lin Chen's family pushed open the car doors and stepped out that the onlookers suddenly realized: No wonder the display was so grand; it was this god of slaughter!

"Welcome, Teacher Lin, to guide our work!"

Seeing Lin Chen get out of the car, Guo Degang immediately went up to meet him with a face full of smiles, first cupping his hands to make a joke to warm up the crowd, and then greeting the three women, Yang Mi and the others, one by one.

Lin Chen chuckled. "Old Guo, if you try this pretentious nonsense with me again, I'll turn around and leave."

"No, no, no! This is from the bottom of my heart! Let's go, let's go, it's hot outside, let's go inside and chat!"

Guo Degang hurriedly stepped aside, personally leading the way in front, and brought the group into the backstage.