Chapter 14: Act like a decent person, okay?
"Do you want to use the video you shot to threaten Jin Zhenghao?" Mo Shang immediately got the hidden meaning of Li Xiaogou's words.
Li Xiaogou admitted frankly: "You can withdraw before I take action."
Mo Shang: "I'll join."
After saying that, he looked at Wang Bo in surprise: "Weren't you the most excited just now, clamoring to be exposed and to be the vanguard?"
Wang Bo had an expression that said, "You've never chased stars before, so I won't bother with you." "I've calmed down."
"If you think about it carefully, the fact that a North Korean idol's airport bodyguard pushed fans and showed no manners is just basic. If a fan exposed this, that fan would be cyberbullied in return."
"Ah—this, this..." Mo Shang was dumbfounded, his worldview shattered. "What's the purpose?"
Wang Bo touched his chin. "The brainwashing is really exaggerated. When I was obsessed with the girl group, I spent over 10,000 yuan just to buy a small card. I even had to beg and plead for it. Now I think it was pure idiocy. But at the time, I felt so awesome when other fans praised me."
"...How did you wake up?" Li Xiaogou asked suddenly.
"I was beaten by my father." The corners of Wang Bo's lips twitched.
Li Xiaogou nodded: "It's not unfair."
…
Squinting at Jin Zhenghao's position, Li Xiaogou pursed his lips and said, "Then what will it take for the fans of Daxia's group to think that the group has collapsed?"
Wang Bo thought seriously for a moment: "First of all, the collapse must have happened in Daxia. If it happened in Chaoguo, it would be murder and arson. The big fans can also use the information gap to whitewash my brother and say that he was wronged by the chaebol."
"Secondly, the degree to which something constitutes a blow to a group's fans is different from that of a single member's fans. For example, if Kim Jung-ho badmouths his teammates, that would be a blow to a group's fans."
"If you're a fan of a single... there's only one way to lose a guy's heart: seeing him being intimate with a woman."
Li Xiaogou understood.
"If we wait until his house collapses before releasing the video we filmed earlier, wouldn't that be more effective?"
"Bingo!" Wang Bo said with admiration, "That's right, those fans who quit following us and turned against us will amplify these negative stories countless times and spread them!"
While the three were discussing how to discredit a bad artist, two middle-aged men in their thirties entered the first class cabin and walked straight to Kim Jung-ho's seat.
The person walking in front was a translator, and standing beside him were employees of the company who came to discuss cooperation.
Judging from the accent, the translator is also Korean.
"Mr. Jin requires that he must be accompanied by at least ten bodyguards when traveling."
The staff member was making notes in the notebook and didn't notice the contemptuous glances that Jin Zhenghao and his group gave him.
“The standard of accommodation must be five-star.”
"Yes, this will definitely satisfy you. We will arrange a presidential suite in a five-star hotel for Mr. Jin."
"Mr. Jin means that his entourage must also stay in a five-star hotel."
"Everyone?" The clerk opened his lips slightly, frightened by the lion's loud mouth.
"Of course, the conditions of your country's five-star hotels can only be considered three-star at best in North Korea. If the accompanying staff don't get enough rest and something goes wrong at work, who will be held responsible?"
"I, I will ask my superiors for instructions."
"Please tell us that all our demands must be met. We know your country likes to bargain when doing business, but we Koreans don't like that."
"Fuck, they even installed it on this grandson. The North Korean government added a cover, but no one knows what's going on?!" Wang Bo howled in anger and bit the strap of his backpack to grind his teeth.
Kim Jung-ho over there hasn't finished yet.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Jin can't get used to Daxia's food; it's too greasy. Please prepare some Korean food. Your country's fruits are pretty good, though. Please prepare some fresh air-freighted ones, especially watermelons. You can stock up a bit."
"Prepare a little more...how much?"
"Six a day, maybe."
"Six?! The watermelons here are huge, it would be a shame to waste food."
"Do you want us staff members to starve?!"
“…”
Mo Shang grabbed Wang Bo's other bag strap and bit it with his teeth.
"By the way, Mr. Jin has very sensitive skin. I heard that the water here is seriously polluted. Mr. Jin can't use the hotel's water to bathe without worry. Please prepare Yunyi's purified water."
"Bathing in mineral water?"
"You can't even afford mineral water? This makes us doubt your company's financial strength."
"I'll ask for instructions."
The man put away the notebook, wiped the sweat that had unconsciously seeped out of his forehead, and smiled carefully.
Before leaving, the translator leaned over and whispered something in the man's ear. The man's face changed drastically and he waved his hands frantically: "This, this won't work. Our management here is very strict. It's absolutely not allowed."
"Then forget it."
After a moment of stalemate, the man gave in again: "I will try my best."
After the translator took the man away, Jin Zhenghao curled his lips in disdain at their backs and raised his stinky feet higher after taking off his shoes.
"How could Daxia raise such a spineless thing!" Wang Bo's face turned red with anger.
Mo Shang sneered, "You should be asking why so many people are fawning over the government instead of blaming a powerless social animal. When you have elderly parents and young children to support, your backbone isn't worth much."
"If I can't stay here, I'll find another place to stay! At worst, I'll just quit! Anyway, I will never sell out my dignity."
"Oh, have you ever supported yourself?"
"you--"
"Guess what the translator said at the end?" Li Xiaogou interrupted their passionate conversation.
Mo Shang suppressed his emotions and gave the most reasonable guess: "Judging from the man's reaction, it must be illegal."
Wang Bo's attention was easily drawn away. His eyes lit up as he said, "Is he smoking something? North Korea doesn't have strict control over illegal drugs."
Li Xiaogou pursed his lips: "No."
Wang Bo: "What is that? Do you already know it?"
"Probably." Li Xiaogou recalled the gossip he had just heard and repeated it in a calm tone, "Whenever Jin Zhenghao goes abroad, he always asks the organizers to help him hire prostitutes."
Li Xiaogou frowned and was successfully disgusted.
"He once played too much and when he left, the hotel staff found human excrement on the bed in his room."
"Beast!" Wang Bo suppressed his nausea. "Does this kind of person need saving? Just let him be killed by that organization."
"It doesn't matter if he dies, but if he really provokes a conflict between the two countries, many innocent people will be implicated." Mo Shang retorted.
"Give you a fulcrum, and you can lift the entire Blue Planet."
Wang Bo knew that what Mo Shang said made sense, so he just muttered softly.
Mo Shang paused.
"I'm not saying that Kim Jong-ho's death is a bad thing. If he had been killed by a falling meteorite while walking, I would have supported it with both hands and feet."
Li Xiaogou: ...act like a decent person, okay?
*
The room the Special Investigation Bureau arranged for them was right next to Kim Jong-ho's, and surveillance equipment was installed in his room in advance.
Perhaps it was because the resentment between Mo Shang and Wang Bo was too strong, but after checking into the Shanghai hotel, Jin Zhenghao began to vomit and have diarrhea. He got very angry and smashed everything in the room.
Wang Bo trembled his legs as he watched Jin Zhenghao, who was lying on the ground vomiting, laugh: "Retribution, retribution."
Mo Shang stared at the surveillance camera in silence. After a while, he turned his head to look at Li Xiaogou, who was resting with his eyes closed. "Did you drug him?"
Li Xiaogou turned over, his eyes still closed. "There's no such thing as good luck falling from the sky in this world. It's just that someone is carrying the burden for you."
"Haha, hero!" Wang Bo made a gesture of pulling his mouth closed to Mo Shang.
Mo Shang rolled his eyes at him: "I won't hide anything. I will record everything in the book."
Wang Bo snatched his record book and saw the following words written on it: [Make Jin Zhenghao (the target of the mission) limit his activities (stay in the hotel room)]
"Haha, that's right! But what if the bureau asks what strategy you used?"
Mo Shang snatched the book back: "Just say you gave the medicine and hand you over."
"ah--"
The two soon started fighting.
Li Xiaogou pressed his eyebrows and suddenly felt that he should book two rooms.
Anyway, it’s Yunlou’s card that’s being used.
*
Fashion week day.
Kim Jung-ho is Ti's brand ambassador. He was personally welcomed into the show by the director and was also expected to walk the closing show.
However, the media at the scene were chasing after someone else.
Mo Shang and Wang Bo looked at Li Xiaogou, who was surrounded so tightly that they couldn't even see his head, and exclaimed, "He's really famous!"
Li Xiaogou was not a big star, but he disappeared immediately after he became famous. No one in the circle knew where he went. It was said that a senior paparazzi found some clues, but the paparazzi's account was soon blocked.
Now he is shrouded in mystery.
Such people suddenly appeared at Fashion Week.
Along with this, a theory that began circulating online yesterday: "The true instigator of the stampede, Murphy, blew himself up while drunk at a party, and it was Li Xiaogou who recorded his words and handed them over to the police." This led to Li Xiaogou being nicknamed "The Ghost of Domestic Entertainment" online.
In fact, this is all the Special Investigation Bureau building up momentum for Li Xiaogou. Yunlou wants to help Li Xiaogou gain a foothold in the entertainment industry.
When Li Xiaogou was asked about this by reporters, he immediately guessed who was responsible and shyly replied, "I can only say that celebrities enjoy high salaries and the public's love, so they should shoulder corresponding social responsibilities. Everyone has the obligation and responsibility to report malpractices in the entertainment industry."
Jin Zhenghao frowned and looked in the direction of Li Xiaogou: "Who is that?"
Stealing his thunder.
The agent asked around and said, "A new celebrity who just became famous. He's just a close friend of the brand."
After separating from the reporters, Li Xiaogou immediately looked for Jin Zhenghao's location. Looking around, he happened to meet Jin Zhenghao's gaze.
He nodded with a smile, and Jin Zhenghao turned his head to the side, pretending not to see it.
Li Xiaogou was not annoyed, but walked towards Jin Zhenghao with a smile.
"Xiao Gou, at ten o'clock, someone is following you. He seems to be carrying a weapon. Please be careful."
Li Xiaogou: "I know."
Wang Bo, Mo Shang:?
Li Xiaogou quickened his pace, and the man following him through the crowd also quickened his pace.
He was a fan of Murphy for more than ten years. He bought a scalped ticket to enter the venue. His only purpose of entering the venue was to throw shit on Li Xiaogou in front of all the media.
Li Xiaogou's smile widened. "Didn't Jin Zhenghao want to take a bath with Yunyi's purified water? I'll make this water more valuable."
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