Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 267 Global Live-Streamed Wedding, Held Here

At the headquarters of Starry Sky Media, the moment Sister Hong received Lin Zhou's instruction, she sprang up from her large leather swivel chair.

Because of the large movement, a thick stack of business plans on the desk was overturned and scattered all over the floor, like a snowstorm in the dead of winter.

"A global live stream? Lin Zhou, are you tired of living?!"

Hongjie gripped her phone, her voice sharp with shock, even cracking slightly.

"Do you know how many eyes are watching you? Those lunatics, the Black Bishop and his gang, aren't even dead yet! And you, not only are you going to have a wedding, but you're also going to livestream it? You're practically washing your own neck clean and sending it straight to the guillotine!"

On the other end of the phone, Lin Zhou's tone was calm, even carrying a kind of nonchalant air of someone in control of life and death.

"Sister Hong, calm down. This is not only a wedding, but also my farewell gift to those scoundrels."

Lin Zhou leaned against the headboard of the expensive hospital bed, playing with a strand of Su Qingge's hair that fell over her shoulder with one hand.

In his deep, peach-blossom eyes, there gleamed a light that was both almost manic and rational.

"I am about to walk into the hall with Qingge in the spotlight, under the gaze of billions of people around the world."

"I just want to tell that black bishop that I am right here, and if he has the guts, he can try to mess with me in front of the whole world."

"In this round, I'm going to completely rob him of the courage to even make a move."

Lin Zhou's words exuded an arrogant and domineering air, the kind of arrogance that comes from the very bones of the Lin family conglomerate heir.

Sister Hong was so anxious that she paced around in circles in the office.

She knew Lin Zhou too well; once this man made up his mind about something, not even nine oxen could pull him back.

"Fine! You're the boss, you call the shots! I'm going to go crazy right now!"

After hanging up the phone, Sister Hong took a deep breath, and her anxious expression was instantly replaced by an extreme professionalism and enthusiasm.

Less than ten minutes later, Star Media's official Weibo account posted a short message that was enough to paralyze global social media:

Three days from now, Mr. Lin Zhou, the head of Starry Sky Media, and his wife, Ms. Su Qingge, will hold a grand wedding in Beijing. The ceremony will be broadcast live simultaneously on all global platforms.

This message was like a heavy hydrogen bomb, detonating without warning in the calm, deep waters of the internet.

Less than half an hour.

Weibo crashed, Twitter crashed, and Facebook's servers were frozen for ten minutes due to a sudden influx of hundreds of billions of visits.

The entire internet is in an uproar!

"Holy crap! Is Godfather Lin getting married? And it's being streamed globally?"

"He just finished beating up Dynasty Entertainment and then got married? This guy's moving way too fast!"

"The key point is that it's being broadcast live globally! Are they going to take their lovey-dovey display to outer space?"

Meanwhile.

In some dark corners of the capital city, where even sunlight cannot reach.

The Black Bishop stared at the blood-red news on the screen, trembling violently with rage. His once-elegant Tang suit was now covered in unsightly wrinkles from his gripping.

"Provocation...this is blatant provocation!"

The Black Bishop gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with extreme murderous intent and frustration.

"He calculated that we wouldn't dare use weapons of mass destruction in front of billions of people."

"Lin Zhou, you're insane! You're playing with fire!"

however.

The top technical team at West Hill Fortress has sprung into action.

Hundreds of top programming experts, mobilized overnight from all over the world, are gathered in the underground server room of Xishan Fortress, frantically typing on their keyboards.

They had to build a "virtual + reality" holographic projection live broadcast room within just three days, capable of accommodating billions of people online simultaneously worldwide and boasting stunning visual effects.

"Master, the underlying logic of the live stream has been completed."

A top hacking expert respectfully reported to Lin Zhou.

"We will utilize three communication satellites owned by the Lin family conglomerate for bandwidth redundancy to ensure that there is no signal delay in any corner of the world."

"At the same time, holographic projection technology will directly cover the entire auditorium. At that time, the audience in the live broadcast room will be able to truly feel the touch of each petal falling."

Lin Zhou nodded in satisfaction.

He had already taken off his somewhat dull hospital gown and put on a high-quality black silk robe.

Although his face was still somewhat pale due to excessive blood loss, the heroic spirit between his brows had completely returned.

Su Qingge sat to the side.

She looked at the man who was gesticulating wildly and preparing to shock the world, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was worry, there was emotion, and there was an undeniable sense of pride.

"Lin Zhou, there's really no need for such a big fuss."

Su Qingge leaned gently against his shoulder, her voice soft and sweet.

"As long as I can be by your side, even if it's just getting a marriage certificate at the Civil Affairs Bureau, I feel like the happiest woman in the world."

Lin Zhou turned his head and kissed her forehead affectionately.

"fool."

"You've endured seven long years of hardship for me. How could I possibly give you this most precious sense of ritual in your life so easily?"

"I want all the women in the world to envy you, and I want all the men to understand that you, Su Qingge, are a taboo that no one can touch in this lifetime."

As Lin Zhou spoke, his gaze drifted to the gradually brightening dawn over the capital city outside the window.

There are 72 hours left until the wedding.

All the pieces have been placed, and all the foreshadowing has been laid.

just now.

All it takes is that final, finishing touch.

Lin Zhou slowly stood up and walked to the large solid wood desk.

Old Chen had already tacitly laid out a huge, exquisitely crafted Suzhou-embroidered white silk sheet.

The ink in the inkstone smelled rich and fragrant, and several exquisite paintbrushes lay quietly on the shelf.

"Young Master, all the materials have been prepared."

Old Chen spoke in a low voice, his tone filled with suppressed excitement.

Lin Zhou remained silent.

His eyes were clear and deep. He slowly raised his right hand and steadily picked up the wolf-hair paintbrush.

Su Qingge leaned closer, somewhat curious.

"You're going to do it yourself?"

Lin Zhou turned his head, winked at her, and that carefree, nonchalant expression reappeared.

"I've been drawing this wedding dress in my mind for seven years."

"No one in this world can capture your most beautiful appearance except me."

Dip the pen tip in ink.

Lin Zhou flicked his wrist powerfully, and a smooth and taut line instantly bloomed on the snow-white silk.

That was a magnificent gown that belonged exclusively to Su Qingge.

It was also Lin Zhou's final, stunning gift to the world.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Lin Zhou personally picked up the paintbrush and began to add the most crucial details to the stunning wedding dress sketch.