Chapter 184 Is he handsome? Mine.
The Pearl, true to its name, is indeed a dazzling pearl.
The interior decoration is incredibly luxurious, and the various amusement facilities are dazzling.
Casinos, theaters, luxury stores, spas, fitness centers, lounges, revolving restaurants... everything you could want.
Seriously speaking, once you step inside, your steps will feel several times lighter, and you'll be dazzled by the variety of delicious food, beautiful scenery, and handsome men and beautiful women. It's perfectly normal to look radiant and several years younger.
He Sitong and Song Yichuan all went upstairs to visit, and Xiao Qin, seeing that Fang Ke wanted to stay in the lounge, went to find them to play as well.
"Brother, shall we go together?"
Xiao Qin looked at him with a smile, seemingly in a very good mood.
Xiao Yichen glanced at Fang Ke without leaving a trace. The latter was clearly not in the mood to talk to anyone today and was playing with her phone the whole time.
Xiao Yichen didn't know who she was chatting with, and why they were talking so enthusiastically. He felt a little uncomfortable, and finally got up and went out with Xiao Qin.
So, Fang Ke was left alone in the huge VIP lounge, along with other staff members who accompanied him.
Fang Ke put down her phone, somewhat unhappy. If she knew what Xiao Yichen was thinking, she would definitely say, "Thank you for your blessing."
Unfortunately, Fang Ke waited all day but didn't receive a reply from Yes in the group.
This morning, after she sent that message in the group, Ye Si surprisingly replied with this sentence.
[But I'd also like to know who your idol is. Could you explain?]
Fang Ke immediately burst into laughter and replied, "Oh dear, is there something wrong with my nose? You two, come and smell it for me, it's so sour!"
The thought that someone as aloof and self-possessed as Yes could type these words gives me a strange sense of accomplishment.
The other two people in the group chuckled and said it was fine, and asked them to chat privately.
Instead of replying with a string of ellipses as usual, Yes replied with a cute cat question mark emoji.
Fang Ke saw the kitten with a blank and adorable expression, a big question mark on its head, and it was truly adorable.
She then explained to the person in a good mood that the person was a guest she met on her show, and that he was an Olympic champion at the age of 20, so why shouldn't he be called an idol?
Qin Muyuan and Song Fei, ever the troublemaker, started teasing her again, saying things like, "It's good to suddenly realize that being young is good," "No wonder she's an Olympic champion, her figure is so stunning it makes my sister unable to walk," and "So you like this kind of thing?"
Fang Ke sent them the word "Get lost".
Ye Si did not respond again.
Fang Ke thought the man wouldn't believe it just because of these two "sowing discord," and probably went off to do other things.
She didn't think much of it, because she was also very busy today, but as soon as she boarded the ship, she took out her phone to check.
Qin Muyuan and Song Fei, those two fools with too much money and too much free time, were flooding the group chat with all sorts of speculations about what they were saying in private messages.
Fang Ke wanted to say, damn!
Her WeChat was completely empty; Ye Si hadn't sent her a single punctuation mark!
Five or six hours have passed, and Yes seems to have vanished into thin air again.
Fang Ke couldn't help but think, "Could it be that serious? Did he really think she liked young men and went off to sulk?"
Even if you're sulking, you should at least give her some hints. If you don't say anything, how will she know?
She forcefully suppressed the urge to send a question mark. No, even if she could take the initiative, she couldn't always be the one to do so. Private messaging also requires strategy.
Fang Ke thought for a moment, then put down her phone and prepared to go out for a walk. She greeted the staff inside, and the photographer in her group quickly said, "Sister Fang, I have to follow you. If I don't, you won't see me in the next episode."
The photographer lost track of Fang Ke yesterday because he dozed off, and was scolded by Su Xiaohe for two hours.
If he loses track of them again today, he has no doubt that he will be thrown into the sea to be fed to the sharks.
Fang Ke couldn't help but smile sympathetically and said, "I'm just wandering around. You can come with me if you want."
The photographer immediately felt like he'd been granted a pardon, his face beaming with gratitude. "Hehe, Sister Fang, it's alright. Your livestream fans can just look at your face; they're online 24/7, eagerly waiting for your attention!"
God knows that filming Fang Ke was truly a major challenge in his career. The footage he shot in these two episodes was edited thousands of times by netizens, creating various videos that went viral on Weibo, Douyin, Bilibili, and Xiaohongshu. Countless people praised his excellent filming. His Douyin account, which he hadn't used in ages, gained over 100,000 followers, and he's even considering quitting and going live-streaming to sell goods.
However, with success comes great challenges. Following Fang Ke is more difficult than filming any other celebrity he has ever filmed before. This woman would often run more than 50 meters away, and would disappear from time to time. Sometimes she would throw a whip kick at him and he would have to dodge quickly, otherwise he would be the one lying on the ground.
The photographer wiped the sweat from his brow and carefully followed Fang Ke. Thank goodness, Fang Ke was quite well-behaved today, perhaps due to the limitations of the venue.
She only browsed the luxury stores on this floor and looked at a few new bags, but perhaps considering that she was still filming a show, she didn't buy anything in the end.
Fang Ke quickly toured the fifth floor where they were located, including some spas, tea houses, and libraries, but didn't go there.
She walked back to their VIP room where they were resting. It was about 20 minutes before the 7 o'clock event, and none of the guys who had gone out to have fun had returned.
Fang Ke casually stood on a viewing platform in the lobby for a while, and soon her attention was drawn to a semi-open duplex room downstairs.
This private room is located between the fourth and fifth floors. It looks like another private viewing platform prepared for VIP guests. It is surrounded by glass walls, and the interior is simple and elegant, clearly intended for business use.
Her position was somewhat peculiar; she could just see a corner of that private room, which was probably the VIP meeting room on the fourth floor that Mr. Wu had mentioned earlier.
The photographer noticed the surprised look on her face and reached out to take a look, but Fang Ke turned around, blocked the lens with her hand, and shook her head at him.
"Don't film it, it's bad for the show."
The photographer was taken aback, but seeing her serious expression, he quickly turned off the camera.
He whispered, "What's wrong, Sister Fang?"
Fang raised his chin, gesturing for him to look down, and the photographer was stunned by what he saw.
He had probably only seen this scene on film sets or in movies and TV shows.
The private rooms downstairs are a true reflection of the world of fame and fortune in real life.
The people inside, whether sitting or standing, all looked like big shots, exuding an aura of authority; there were both men and women.
They were all dressed in bespoke suits, wearing exquisite watches worth millions, with buzz cuts and sharp features, their faces either serious or with an enigmatic smile.
The aura and presence they exuded were enough to make any ordinary person's legs go weak at the slightest glance. The average net worth of the people in this private room was probably in the hundreds of millions. It seems that the leaders of Binhai are quite powerful, able to organize a gathering to bring all these big shots together.
"Wow...they're all big shots..." the photographer couldn't help but exclaim.
Fang Ke lowered her eyes, her clear gaze filled with interest, and casually replied, "Yes."
The photographer glanced at it again, somewhat surprised, "Wow, who's that young man in the white shirt in the middle? He's so handsome..."
He was simply too young for the situation; he was surrounded by middle-aged men in their forties and fifties. However, the woman opposite him was very beautiful and had a great presence, making it impossible to guess her age.
But the man didn't seem flustered at all; on the contrary, he seemed quite at ease. After observing him for a while, they would realize that these people gave the young man a lot of face, and one of the big shots even personally poured him a drink.
The young man took the glass and gave a calm smile. His originally aloof and icy demeanor became even more chilly because of this smile. He held the rim of the crystal glass containing the whiskey with his slender fingers, but instead of drinking directly, he turned his head and said something to the person next to him.
From this angle, one can also see the man's long, jade-like neck from top to bottom, and the collarbone hidden under his shirt, which makes one think of the phrase "vibrant and fragrant".
Even if the photographer is a man, his heart would race when he saw this scene.
"Holy crap, this guy is so handsome, he's like a male lead in a movie or TV show."
Fang Ke rested her chin on her hand against the railing, raised her beautiful eyes, and smiled, saying, "Handsome, isn't he?"
The photographer nodded vigorously, "He outshines so many male celebrities!"
Fang Ke was relaxed and happy, but his eyes, though seemingly casual, were fixed on that figure.
She sighed inwardly, "Mine."
Before the photographer could say anything, he turned around and saw Xiao Yichen appear beside them at some point. Xiao Yichen was also looking coldly at Fang Ke while staring downstairs, his brows furrowed deeply.
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