Chapter 44: Future Girlfriend vs. Ordinary Friend Mr. S and His…
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The young man handed the G-Class keys back to the woman. Seeing the reluctance in his eyes, the woman chuckled, "Haven't you had enough driving? Why don't you quit and live here with me? I'll guarantee your status."
Young man: "...I'm afraid of your husband."
Woman: "Let's not say anything that spoils the mood."
The people in the driver's seat and the front passenger seat switched seats, and the young man said goodbye to the beautiful woman in the driver's seat.
"Leaving now? Not coming back to my place tonight?"
"No, sister." He was not only afraid of her husband, but also afraid of his own leader.
After walking about a hundred meters, I saw the maple leaf flag fluttering on the roof of the youth hostel, and someone patted my right shoulder.
The young man turned right.
But the voice came from the left: "Qian Bing, right?"
His right shoulder suddenly sank, and the person who spoke used only the palm of his hand to restrain Qian Bing's movements, and an invisible force twisted him and sent him forward.
“Who are you?!”
“I don’t have any money!”
"Help!"
A random laugh reached Qian Bing's ears: "The police don't understand Chinese."
"Hel——" Qian Bing was stuffed into the car by two strong foreign men.
Qian Bing was stunned for a moment, then cried out for help again: "Help!!!"
"Take a break." The man who patted Qian Bing's shoulder tapped the car window with his fingers. "Double-layer soundproof glass. No one outside can hear you even if you shout at the top of your lungs."
The luxury of the car far exceeded that of the G-Class. Qian Bing forced himself to remain calm as he scanned the car for any possible exits.
"What? Want to see the starry sky?" The man who replied to the message on the phone did not look up.
Qian Bing's lips foamed. "No, no."
There were only the two of them in the car. The burly man from earlier was guarding the outside, his round arms thicker than Qian Bing's calves.
As time passed, the man finally put down his phone and looked straight at Qian Bing.
Dark pupils glanced at him, their gaze like a sword, piercing his chest, and Qian Bing broke out in a cold sweat. He recognized him. Wasn't this the male protagonist in the candid photos—Du Yuanshan's little puppy?
"Brother..." Qian Bing's throat was about to smoke, "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
"Well, tell me, what are the 'misunderstandings'?" Chen Che looked at his watch and said in a deep voice, "I don't have much time left for you."
"I shouldn't be taking secret photos! I shouldn't be following you! And I definitely shouldn't be taking photos of my brother's girlfriend!" Qian Bing noticed that when he mentioned "my brother's girlfriend", his stern brows relaxed.
Having worked in a newspaper office for a few years, Qian Bing was very good at reading people's expressions. He immediately understood: "Brother! You and your girlfriend are a perfect match! You two look so photogenic, that's why I'm obsessed with you..."
"They're all back views, how can they look photogenic?"
"There's a front view, a side view..." Qian Bing seemed to have grasped the key. "Brother! Originally, I put up a front view of you and your girlfriend, but it was me who saved the day! I told Brother B that paparazzi should have the minimum standards. Ordinary people can't be in frontal photos - I don't mean that you and your girlfriend are plain-looking..."
Chen Che took the phone and turned it around in his hand: "Where are the photos?"
"I have it, I have it! I'll send it to you!"
I have to say that Qian Bing is quite skilled as a paparazzi.
The photos are saved in the cloud disk. When I opened it, I saw a row of celebrities' names.
Du Yuanshan's name starts with D, so she is in the front.
"Brother, I'll pack up all of Sister Shan's photos and send them to you!"
"Look, you and your girlfriend are a perfect match, aren't you?"
Qian Bing clicked on the document and selected a few photos.
A crisscross of light and shadow cast a soft-focus filter over the twilight. A gust of wind blew from nowhere, sending the hem of the skirt caressing the man's calves. The final shot was perfectly captured, their gaze meeting, their lips curled in the same curve.
Chen Che set this photo as his phone's desktop.
Qian Bing was anxious. He had been held captive in the car for a long time. He wanted to fight for a chance to "compensate his sentence." "Brother, can I take a few more couple photos for you? Take them until you are satisfied!"
Chen Che fiddled with his fingers and said condescendingly, “You like taking pictures, right?”
Qian Bing nodded vigorously.
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Youth hostel.
Brother B couldn't contact Qian Bing, so he called Qian Bing using the service desk's landline.
No one answered the phone, and Brother B cursed in Chinese.
On my phone, I received numerous messages from editors from publishing houses: "Brother B, are you interested in the book 'Entertainment Secrets' that we talked about last time? We've found a writer, and you can dictate it."
The curse that was about to come out of my mouth was blocked by the good news.
He went to Weibo again to browse.
The number of clicks on the newly published Weibo post jumped from millions to tens of millions, becoming a hot topic on Weibo, and the platform's advertising revenue will set a new record.
A waiter at a five-star hotel sent a message: Teacher B, Teacher Du’s assistant just checked her out.
The next message came from the spy he had planted at the airport ground staff: Teacher Du will fly tomorrow morning, this is the flight number.
He has repeatedly turned down offers from an MCN company to become his friend, initially collaborating with them to train paparazzi and then later transforming into an MCN agency. He is a lone wolf and prefers to work alone.
There was a chocolate bean machine in the other corner of the lobby. He was going back to China tomorrow and had several maple leaf coins in his pocket, so he put in two coins.
Colorful chocolate chips fell into a folding carton.
Brother B stretched out his hand—and suddenly, the cardboard box was snatched away.
He was confused.
This is a youth hostel, and the people staying here come from anywhere on the world map.
The man in front of him was dressed elegantly. He sat down in the armchair with his pants made of high-quality fabric and the torn leather seat forming a sharp contrast.
He raised his hand and grabbed a handful of chocolate chips, threw them into his mouth, chewed them twice, and said with disgust: "Cocoa butter substitute?"
The man stuffed the carton into Brother B's hand and said, "Eating this is bad for your cardiovascular system."
Brother B opened his eyes wider so that he could see clearly even if he was blind.
The man who existed in the Weibo post a minute ago appeared in front of him a minute later.
Brother B: "What do you want me to do?"
He is a veteran in the underworld, and his attitude is far less upright than Qian Bing's.
At this moment, Qian Bing has been sent to the downtown area, and Chen Che has given him an "assignment": take pictures until the shutter is scrapped.
The shutter of the camera Qian Bing used as a paparazzi has been used 150,000 times, while the shutter life of this camera is 300,000 times.
Five meters away were two fierce security guards, and Qian Bing pressed the shutter button frantically.
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"Nothing." Chen Che sat with his legs crossed. "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll treat you to some chocolate chips."
Before Brother B could react, two security guards walked over to the machine, and the sound of coins popping out of their pockets.
"I changed it especially for you." Chen Che made a "please" gesture, "Eat it, I guarantee you'll be full."
The hostel lobby was dead silent.
Several backpackers quickly retreated to their rooms.
The chocolate bean machine ran out of folding cartons, and Brother B breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear the King of Hell say, "Bring Brother B a basin to catch them."
“…Brother, brother, please…I’ve had enough! I’ll never eat chocolate chips again in my life!”
"Is it about the chocolate beans?" Chen Che wiped his hands with a wet wipe.
Brother B smacked his lips, his mouth filled with an intense sweetness. The sweetness was so strong that it penetrated his nerves into his brain and made his temples throb.
Bang—the correct answer suddenly exploded in my mind: "I'm changing my career! I'm never going to be a paparazzi again!"
Chen Che: "Hey, you should have said it earlier. You wouldn't have to eat it if you had said it earlier."
The murderous aura that had been there for a moment suddenly disappeared, and a look of concern shifted to Brother B's face: "Cocoa butter substitutes can accelerate atherosclerosis. If you feel any discomfort, remember to contact the manufacturer."
He patted the empty chocolate chip machine and stood up to leave.
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Chi Leyou clicked on the paparazzi's post, starting a new wave of reports.
The report failed and the original post disappeared. When I logged out and logged in again, the blogger's top post was replaced with an apology post.
Chi Leyou worships the legal department of Du Yuanshan's agency. The efficiency of such a big company is amazing.
She scanned it word by word.
We deeply apologize for accidentally exposing an amateur during our filming. We would like to express our sincerest apologies to Mr. S and his girlfriend.
His eyes went back and stopped at the small words in the middle.
Mr. S and his girlfriend.
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After handling everything, Shen Che signaled the driver to return to the apartment.
He unlocked his phone, and the wallpaper changed to a photo of him and Chi Leyou. From photojournalist to paparazzi, Qian Bing's candid photography skills are quite impressive.
The car slowed down and stopped at a red light. The streetlights illuminated Shen Che's profile, and he subconsciously turned on the top video.
Several messages popped into the dialog box at the same time.
Future girlfriend: You topped up my meal card for 10,000 yuan? I can't get a refund! Come over tomorrow and we'll talk to the cafeteria manager.
Future girlfriend: The paparazzi’s apology on Weibo must have been written wrong!
"..." Shen Che's brain nerves stirred. There was nothing wrong with the Weibo post. He read it ten times. Brother B's strong desire to survive made him feel comfortable.
The phone rang, and the profile picture was a girl's smiling face - a photo he carefully selected.
"Hello?" He was a little nervous when he picked up the phone.
Chi Leyou's voice was a little breathless: "Don't worry, I've already filed a complaint and apologized on Weibo."
"Complain? Why would you complain?"
"Because it's false information!" The girl tried to calm down. "Mr. S, that's you, right? That girlfriend behind you must be a paparazzi mistake."
"What should I write? Tell me."
"Remove the word 'female'." Her voice was frank, without any hesitation.
"Girlfriend" has shrunk to "friend".
Chen Che wanted to slap himself twice. Why did he change her WeChat nickname?!
The smooth outline of the black car blended into the dark night of late winter and early spring. The driver drove at full speed and the owner of the car in the back seat asked to stop.
Master Chen happily left work, holding a few hundred-dollar bills given by the eldest young master.
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The car lights accurately captured the figure hunched over by the streetlight.
The man was wearing a down jacket that reached down to his calf, with the hat tightly pressed on his head. Shen Che glanced at the pinned message.
Ordinary Friends: The meeting place is the second street light on the corner outside the campus gate.
The corners of his lips unconsciously raised, then quickly retracted. He would never smile at ordinary friends.
Beam, the car honked briefly.
Chi Leyou was startled, holding the brim of his hat tightly with both hands, and his dark eyes glanced around cunningly.
Seeing that she refused to get in the car, the resentful driver got out and said to her, "The meeting place you mentioned...isn't it too easy to expose? Detective Chi."
Chi Leyou glanced back nervously: "You are the one who brought the devils into the village, so of course I have to be careful."
"What you mean by that is, I'm a traitor?"
"Who told you to hire paparazzi?" Chi Leyou's voice softened as she met the anger in his eyes. "You don't look like a traitor."
“…Get in the car.”
There was a ball on the end of her hat. Chen Che grabbed the ball and pulled her into the car.
Once the car door is closed, the interior becomes a quiet world.
"Thank you for charging my card. It's too much for me to finish by myself. I don't have the money to pay you back now." Chi Leyou took out the card with a serious expression, as if he was going to hand over the party dues to the organization.
"Who said you can eat it alone? You wish." Chen Che stuffed the card into her hand, "I'm not a human? I want to eat too."
The CPU in her brain had already failed. She mumbled, "Even two people can't finish it."
"Where's the kimchi eater? Invite her to eat with you. And your little honey, eat with you too."
"It's not a village feast." The money in the card was all his real money, and she knew how hard it was to make money.
Chen Che froze, like an aphasic patient, swallowing all the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
"Here's what," she thought. "Since the money on the card can't be refunded, I'll post a message offering to sell the card balance at a 20% discount and ask them to give me cash. Even if it's a small loss, I'll try to recover as much as possible."
"..." If she said another word, he would be mad at her to death.
The street lights outside the car suddenly went out, the ambient light dimmed, the environmental synchronization system inside the car started working, and the starry sky ceiling was triggered.
He raised his hand, took off the hat on her head, and sighed softly: "Please look at the shooting stars."
Several shooting stars streaked across the sky, and a quiet Milky Way appeared on the roof of the car. The girl's dark eyes suddenly lit up.
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