King of the Wilderness

Chapter 441: Chapter 244: The Superstar’s Terrifying Ripple Effect!

Scoot looked at Bieber and noticed that he didn’t immediately take off his earphones. Instead, he replayed the last part of the video twice.

Bieber watched the man on the screen and the aurora flowing in the background, his eyes showing a complex mix of emotions: longing, resonance, and even an almost imperceptible envy.

Finally, Bieber slowly took off his earphones. The laughter of family and friends flowed back into his ears, but his world was quieter than ever.

The face, usually carrying a hint of defiance and weariness, at this moment only reflected a calmness after being profoundly touched.

Scoot knew him well; this wasn’t just about liking a video. The song ”Recovery,” born out of chaos and struggle, was the softest, most hidden part of Justin’s soul.

And now, a stranger from the other side of the world had, in a special way, responded to this song and his past struggles. It was like a conversation crossing time and space!

Bieber was silent for a long time, his gaze shifting from the distant swimming pool back to Scoot’s face.

”Scoot, I feel like I need to do something.” Bieber’s voice was soft but firm.

Scooter Braun’s face showed his trademark businessman smile.

He leaned slightly forward, his tone filled with undeniable excitement and control: ”Justin, this is exactly why I showed you this. Your feelings are absolutely right.”

”Of course, we need to do something, and it has to be you personally. This isn’t just any ordinary recommendation, Justin; this is a re-crowning!”

Bieber frowned slightly, seemingly pondering the meaning of the word.

Scoot continued to explain, speaking slowly but with each word like a precise nail hitting the most crucial points.

”Look at how the outside world thinks of you now— a successful businessman, a loving husband, a global superstar controlling his business empire...”

”All of this is true, and very successful! Your brand value is impeccable.”

Scoot’s tone shifted, becoming more piercing: ”But Justin, we both know when an artist is too successful, too perfect, too ’right’...”

”He loses something— the sense of danger and mystery. People respect you, they idolize you, but they’re no longer ’crazy’ for you.”

”They’ve forgotten about you during the ’Journals’ period, when you didn’t care about business achievements, didn’t care about public opinions, and poured all the pain and struggle into your music, driven by a raw creative impulse.”

He pointed to the phone still in Bieber’s hand, the screen still showing Lin Yu’an.

”And this video, this man, has now reminded everyone, making your global fans remember the most precious, the most authentic part of your music!”

Scoot stood up, pacing a few steps by the lounge chair, his eyes sharp as an eagle’s: ”Do you know what this means? This means this video is your opportunity!”

”An opportunity to reinject unpredictability and artistic flair into your public image!”

”No longer just that flawless mature idol, but to reawaken in people’s hearts a Justin Bieber who lives and breathes for art, who could go mad for it!”

Scoot’s voice lowered, filled with persuasive power: ”So, what you need to do now is not just a simple business linkage, not even a simple brand reshaping.”

”But to respond as a creator to another soul! You need to step in personally, and with your own language, tell the whole world what you saw, what you felt!”

”Through this story, declare to everyone that the Justin Bieber, who is moved by pure art, has never left.”

Scoot’s words, like peeling layers of a cocoon, instantly elevated the vague touch in Justin’s heart to a clear strategic level.

This was not just an expression of personal emotion but an opportunity to declare to the world his artistic core.

He hesitated no longer, stood straight up from the lounge chair, and told Scoot, ”I understand.”

Without acknowledging anyone’s inquiries, he crossed the lively lawn, walked back indoors to the quiet, and opened his Instagram account, which had over 200 million followers. ℯ

His fingers tapped on the screen without a hint of hesitation; he wasn’t completing a promotional task, but recording the meeting of souls.

[Cover Screenshot: Lin Yu’an sitting on the porch of the built log cabin, with a backdrop of magnificent auroras and serene snowy mountains.]

[Merry Christmas everyone. Feels like I just received the most insane Christmas gift.

My team told me there’s a creator from China who built a log cabin in Alaska and used one of my songs from the ’Journals’ album for the video soundtrack.

Honestly, I thought no one remembered this song, haha.

The craziest part? He actually formally purchased the rights, paid for them just out of respect. Now that’s true love.

So, of course, I had to check it out. And then... my friend... this guy looped the song the entire two-plus hours he was building the cabin.

At first, I was baffled... what’s going on?? But then I got it. He wasn’t just using the song; he was living in it.

This loop... It’s like a form of meditation. A ritual used to break the cycle that traps each of us.

This guy didn’t just build a cabin; he built a dream, a dream many of us share, to truly disconnect and reinvent ourselves.

Lin, I salute you. Thank you for reminding me what is real. And thank you for loving that song... you gave it a perfect comeback.

Everyone... go and watch. No joke. Link below.]

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