Chapter 110: Excuse me, transfer, ceding territory and paying reparations... People actually prefer to read that part...
According to the information on Kang Yanyan's phone, the nanny van was already positioned dozens of meters away from the elevator entrance, ready to drive to the nearest location to pick up everyone at any time.
In other words, they were only one step away from successfully evacuating Fu Ze from here.
Although there was a minor hiccup at the end of the signing ceremony, the overall result was still very fruitful – we showcased our talents, secured resources, and gained favors.
Kang Yanyan was making her own plans, and even her younger brother, who looked like a sunny, nerdy guy standing next to Yuan Jianxing, seemed much more pleasing to the eye.
As long as we stay stable in the final stages and nothing else goes wrong, today will be a perfect day.
However, to Kang Yanyan's utter surprise, at that very moment, the three male stars vying for the role were saying goodbye to the director and screenwriter at the elevator entrance on the basement floor.
Although she immediately pressed the elevator button the moment she saw them, trying to close the elevator before they noticed Que Ling and Yuan Jianxing, and leave this place of trouble by taking another route.
But it was too late.
Upon hearing the elevator doors open behind them, the group instinctively looked over, and upon seeing who it was, all traces of drunkenness vanished from their faces.
For the director and screenwriter, in order to polish the script and the film's audiovisual language, they spent this period of time repeatedly studying almost all the publicly available information about Hara Mikiho on the internet.
As for the other three male actors, they went to great lengths to win the role of "Yuan Jianxing," putting in a tremendous amount of effort than they had when they were in school.
In other words, while others might not know the name of the person holding the peacock feather, these five people would definitely recognize them.
Being stared at like that would make most people feel awkward, but Yuan Jianxing was completely unfazed. He even casually tossed out a "Excuse me" and carried Fu Ze, who was wrapped up so tightly that he was unrecognizable, through the group of five.
While the group was still in a daze, the Kang siblings followed Yuan Jianxing from both sides and got into the nanny van.
Watching the car drive away, the director and screenwriter exchanged a glance, and their hands, which had been raised in mid-air to greet Yuan Jianxing, mimicked each other's movements.
Admittedly, Hara Miki appears more authoritative and imposing than in any video footage, which makes the word "Chief" in "Chief Executive Officer" more vivid and concrete.
After this unexpected face-to-face encounter, many of their previously stalled ideas suddenly became clear.
However, the other three male actors on set had very mixed feelings.
Generally speaking, in movies adapted from true stories, especially when the people involved are still alive, the actors are inevitably compared to the real people.
If you don't act well, then just lie down and let the ridicule take its course; if you act well, there will definitely be plenty of real and fake moments.
Admittedly, they had already prepared themselves to be thoroughly outmatched by Yuan Jianxing in terms of education, social contributions, power and status, but they never expected that even their looks, physique and temperament, which were originally a sure thing to win, would be in jeopardy!
Thinking of this, the envy, jealousy and hatred in the hearts of the two male actors who were not selected vanished instantly, and they even felt a little sympathy for the other person who was selected.
As expected, what seems like a misfortune may actually be a blessing in disguise.
After recovering from his shock, the actor who was about to play Harami Hoshi realized an important problem.
He asked, slightly stammering, "Why...why is Yuan Jianxing here?"
The other four people also stopped in their tracks.
Yeah...why?
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In the parking lot of the V City Junhao Hotel, the two paparazzi who had previously successfully staked out "Que Ling and a mysterious man returning to their love nest together, in intimate poses" were yawning listlessly.
Just as the younger paparazzi with a black basketball headband was about to retreat, another paparazzi with a cigarette tucked behind his ear began to recount his past experiences, personally proving what it means to "endure the bitterest of hardships to become the best of the best."
Upon hearing the other person recount how they had experienced those days for the third time, the previously distracted paparazzi with black hair suddenly started pointing at the elevator lobby ahead.
"Clothes! Body shape!"
He was so excited that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"Same style!!"
By the time the paparazzi with cigarettes realized what had just happened, Que Ling's nanny van had already sped away from the exit of the V City Junhao Hotel, followed by several other cars that were clearly belonging to fellow paparazzi.
With his extensive experience, the paparazzi immediately started the car and sped back to Que Ling's home as fast as he could.
As a seasoned paparazzi, he had a feeling that he would return home with a full haul tonight.
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Compared to the last time when Yuan Jianxing had to take care of Fu Ze and drive all by himself, this time he only needed to focus on the former.
The only problem is that a drunk Fu Ze is more than a thousand times more difficult to deal with than a sleeping Fu Ze.
Whenever Yuan Jianxing said a single word to the Kang siblings, he would ask, "Who are you talking to? Why aren't you talking to me?"
If Yuan Jianxing adjusts his posture even slightly, such as removing his hand from Fu Ze's thigh because his hand is numb, Fu Ze will straighten up and order Yuan Jianxing to put his hand back with his eyes.
In the passenger seat, Kang Yanyan rolled her eyes almost imperceptibly and whispered to Kang Lele in the driver's seat, "Next time you attend an event like this, halve the recommended amount of alcohol that Que Ling can drink, understand?"
Kang Lele, who was also feeling extremely uneasy, immediately nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "I understand!"
Forcibly pressing Fu Ze's head against his shoulder and neck to calm him down, Yuan Jianxing suddenly said to Kang Lele, "There's a parking lot on the right side of the road about a kilometer away. Turn in when you pass by."
"Huh?" Kang Lele was a little confused.
“I’ll move my car here beforehand, and we’ll switch places there.” Yuan Jianxing gestured with his eyes, “We’re being followed.”
Upon hearing this, Kang Yanyan immediately checked the vehicles behind her through the rearview mirror.
Sure enough, there were a few cars that followed there at a distance from beginning to end.
Yuan Jianxing habitually devised a roundabout tactic: "We'll split into two groups. After you complete the transfer, you can stop at the parking lot, buy a bottle of water or something else at the convenience store, and then take a long detour on the main road at night. I'll take him back directly during this time. If I don't receive a message, we'll continue the detour."
Kang Yanyan nodded in agreement.
She then immediately took out the spare physical key to the electronic door lock of Que Ling's house from her bag and handed it to Yuan Jianxing, saying considerately and generously, "No need to return it, I'll record your face when I have the chance."
After taking the keys, Yuan Jianxing asked again, "Does he have any other plans for tomorrow?"
Kang Yanyan replied, "There's a Starry Night charity gala to warm things up, but it doesn't require anyone to attend and it's in the evening anyway, so it won't interfere."
Kang Lele added, "By the way, this dress is rented. I need to wash it and return it to the owner later."
Although Kang Lele's words were indirect and euphemistic, Yuan Jianxing automatically filled in what the other party hadn't said—clothes should be taken off before washing.
"Understood." Ignoring Fu Ze's dissatisfaction, Yuan Jianxing used one hand to start his car with his phone and set the destination for autopilot to the parking lot he had mentioned.
A few minutes later, the group arrived at their destination.
"Where is your car..." Before Kang Lele could finish her question, another car rushed over like a killer whale, driving alongside the car in front at the same speed.
"No need to slow down." As he spoke, Yuan Jianxing operated both cars and opened their doors.
Kang Yanyan, who was keeping a close eye on the paparazzi behind her, immediately alerted them when she saw the streetlights appear around the corner: "They're here!"
Even as she spoke, Yuan Jianxing suddenly exerted force while holding Fu Ze, making a sideways jump so fast that only a silhouette could be seen.
In the air, the hem of his coat fluttered in the airflow passing between the two cars, like the wings of a raptor spreading out in a dive.
In the blink of an eye, Yuan Jianxing and Fu Ze precisely slipped into his own car, completing this "sleight of hand" before the paparazzi could catch up.
Having completed the handover, the two cars turned around and faced each other under the paparazzi's headlights, as if they were just strangers who had happened to drive side by side for a short distance.
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"Que Ling's car is empty, and she's not here. Haha, I knew it." Looking at the wailing of his colleagues in the group, the paparazzi with a cigarette grinned, feeling smug about his own brilliance. "We are now the only hope for the whole village, so we must keep a close eye on them."
The paparazzi with the black hair tie looked troubled. "But with so many entrances and exits, and so many cars, how are we supposed to know where Que Ling is..."
"Of course, we just wait for them to come to us at the elevator entrance," the paparazzi with a cigarette pointed out confidently. "That's called the Thirty-Six Stratagems: Waiting at Ease for the Enemy to Tire."
"As expected of a senior!" The black-haired paparazzi suddenly realized, and then, after parking the car, he took his gear and got to work.
But when he arrived at the theoretically best observation spot, he found that it was already occupied by two girls who looked very young.
Two brightly decorated heads were huddled together, chattering away.
"Did he kiss Que Ling? I'm so anxious!"
"Dream on, that's far from the truth."
"I finally managed to get this job from Teacher Lu, and this is all?!"
"You clearly don't understand. What we're looking for is that ambiguous, hesitant feeling, but you're still lacking in that skill."
Scanning the equipment in their hands, the black-haired paparazzi first determined that they were sasaeng CP fans. Then, recalling the conversation between the two, he was overjoyed.
You know, the photos they took before could be explained by public relations as "close friends" and "friendly interaction," but if they kissed, it would be a different story.
Stepping forward, the black-haired paparazzi, in a high-pitched, seemingly harmless voice, said, "Excuse me, gentlemen, could you please move aside?"
The two girls clearly didn't have a friendly attitude towards this uninvited guest, and even turned their bodies to block almost the entire view of the paparazzi with black hair ties: "First come, first served, don't you understand?"
The black-haired paparazzi cursed inwardly, but his smile remained unchanged.
He understands the psychology of these CP fans all too well.
He lowered his voice and explained in a tone that suggested he was one of them: "I understand, I'm also... cough, a fan."
The two girls glanced at the paparazzi with black hair ties, then scoffed, completely unmoved.
Since that's the case...
The paparazzi with the black hair tie took a deep breath.
The only option left is to cede territory and pay reparations!
He pulled out his phone and quickly swiped the screen. "How about this, I'll use some of the previous pictures to swap positions with you, okay?"
What he showed were, of course, the "unusual footage" he had shot earlier.
After watching, the two female fans of the couple exchanged glances and finally got up, somewhat reluctantly making way for each other.
The paparazzi with black hair ties immediately squeezed through, their eyes fixed on the elevator entrance diagonally opposite.
However, it was too late.
The two rumored to be about to kiss have disappeared from the elevator entrance.
Having lost both his wife and his army, the paparazzi with black hair was so distressed that he slapped his thigh and immediately took out his phone to send the situation to the paparazzi with cigarettes, asking him what to do.
The paparazzi, however, remained completely unfazed, even while smoking.
“Wait a little longer, it’s okay if we don’t manage to snag one.” He replied meaningfully, “Rather than wasting time betting on whether they will ‘sleep’ together, people actually prefer to see whether they ‘wake up’ together from the same place the next morning.”
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Author's note: The paparazzi with a cigarette is a seasoned pro.
Since smoking is harmful to health, please treat me to an iced Coke, brother. [fist bump]
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