"Who took this photo? Who is this paparazzi?"
The assistant shook his head: "I don't know. I checked the company and the platform, but couldn't find anything."
Ji Rufeng was furious: "If you can't find out, just suppress the trending search! Do you need me to teach you this?"
"The company and the platform are already trying to find a solution, but this account seems to have a bug. These things can't be deleted, and the trending searches can't be suppressed."
Although the company has reached an agreement with other marketing accounts not to allow forwarding and publicity, the popularity of the account "Baogua La" has made it unstoppable.
Fans were lashing out with abuse, the PR team hired a troll army to manipulate the comments, and passersby kept pouring in to laugh and watch. The result was that the popularity kept climbing, and it had already entered the top ten trending searches.
"Then contact the owner of this account, give him money, and ask him to delete it!"
He took out his mobile phone and frantically sent private messages to the blogger, but all these private messages fell on deaf ears and there was no reply at all.
Ji Rufeng waited for a few minutes, then threw his phone in anger.
Looking at the broken phone on the ground, the assistant felt a pang of heartache. He had spent two months' salary on it. He had only used it for less than half a year!
The assistant looked at Ji Rufeng with tears in his eyes: "Teacher Ji, the phone is mine."
Ji Rufeng was angry and turned around and slapped him in the face.
The assistant was stunned, tears instantly fell from his eyes, and he looked at Ji Rufeng in disbelief.
"It's all your fault! I asked you to bring people here, but you didn't even know you were being followed by paparazzi, and you ended up getting your picture taken!"
"Also, this hotel is said to have tight security, isn't it? How did paparazzi get in and take pictures of me without me even knowing! Get the manager here! I want to find out who took the pictures of me!"
The assistant was beaten and cried miserably, but he was still used by Ji Rufeng as an errand boy.
He suppressed his resentment and cursed in his heart.
[Trash artists always take it out on me. Sooner or later, I'll be unable to bear it anymore and will retaliate.]
Yan Mofei silently closed the door. He had heard the commotion clearly. There was nothing he could do; the door opposite was left a crack.
"You created these bugs in the system, didn't you?"
The system immediately appeared in a queenly voice: "Of course, host, please rest assured, this system is not comparable to these troublesome things. This system is secretive and powerful. Unless the host self-destructs, they will not be able to find any trace of the host."
Yan Mofei smiled and patted the dog's head: "Very good, you finally did a good thing."
The system immediately changed into a sweet voice: "Then the host must not even think about quitting the circle. This adorable and invincible system will definitely lead the host to the highest peak."
Yan Mofei ignored its encouragement, took a look at the popularity of his paparazzi account, and sighed.
Although the comments section was filled with insults and there were tens of thousands of likes and reposts, there were very few people following him. It was obvious that these people were still waiting and watching, and the war of words was just a tug-of-war between fans and passers-by.
He walked out and took Yang Xiaoli and Lao Song out to eat something delicious.
When I came back, I saw the house opposite was in a mess.
The hotel manager stood at the door with a gloomy face, neither going forward nor backward.
Ji Rufeng smashed everything in the room: "Your three-star hotel charges such a high room rate every day, but you can't even find any trace of a paparazzi."
"Waste, all of it is waste!"
Yang Xiaoli was still confused at this moment, not knowing what Ji Rufeng was doing. "Boss, what's wrong with that guy over there?"
She pointed to her head: "Could there be something wrong with him?"
After saying that, she stood on tiptoe mysteriously, leaned close to Yan Mofei's ear, and whispered quietly, "Did we put a sack on him and beat him that day, and he became stupid?"
Yan Mofei grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, took out a box of cake from the bag and put it in her hand.
"Eat, don't talk."
Yang Xiaoli chuckled and nodded while holding the cantaloupe cake: "Okay."
[The boss is so nice, he even remembers my taste. The best and most handsome boss in the world!]
The two of them stood at the door and ate melons in silence. Yan Mofei took out his phone and seemed to be chatting with someone. In fact, he was filming Ji Rufeng smashing things and his helpless rage.
Let the storm come harder!
Ji Rufeng's assistant, standing across from him, looked at the broken porcelain pieces beneath his feet and the cuts on his feet. Then he looked at Yan Mofei treating Yang Xiaoli well, feeding her cake, and watching her smile happily. He felt a deep sense of discomfort.
Why is it that other artists can treat their assistants well and be nice to them, but my own artists only order them to do the hard work?
She smashed his phone, slapped him, blamed him, and even threw things at him, and watched him get hurt without doing anything.
The contrast was too great, and the resentment in his heart grew infinitely.
The manager leaned forward and said, "I'm very sorry, but I don't think there's any problem with the security of our hotel."
"If customers still have any questions, they can call the police and let them handle it."
Ji Rufeng went berserk, a bit incredulous. Call the police? If a celebrity like him called the police, and they checked the surveillance footage and found out everything on Weibo was true, while the paparazzi hadn't left any trace, how could he save his face?
“You can’t call the police.”
"Since you're not calling the police, is there anything else the guest is dissatisfied with? If not, please compensate the hotel for its losses."
The manager was neither humble nor arrogant. This was a three-star hotel, and there were people behind it. A small-time third-tier celebrity was already being given enough face to be allowed to act so arrogantly for so long.
At that time, he thought something really went wrong and urgently checked the surveillance footage. The surveillance footage showed that apart from Ji Rufeng and his assistant who brought people in privately, no one else followed them.
The other guests were also very normal and did not take any secret photos.
Ji Rufeng still lost his temper in front of him, and even if he was a clay Buddha, he couldn't stand it.
Ji Rufeng was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "How dare you ask me for compensation?"
"Since there are no paparazzi, there must be something wrong with your surveillance. Did you leak the surveillance footage and sell it to the paparazzi to make money?"
The manager straightened his back and said, "Since Mr. Ji still has doubts, let's call the police. Let the police identify whether there is any problem with our surveillance."
The manager was very confident that the shooting angle was not the one captured by their surveillance camera.
As for why the person could not be found from that angle, the manager also expressed confusion.
It was as if a person had appeared out of nowhere, photographing the scene from an impossible angle, but they were unable to capture that person's existence.
Ji Rufeng was furious that he was going to call the police again.
"Okay, just wait for me to sue your hotel!"
"Go, cancel the room for me!"
The manager nodded and took the room card: "Okay, I will settle the loss right away, and please make up for it, Mr. Ji."
When Ji Rufeng rushed out and saw Yan Mofei, he felt very embarrassed.
[He saw me again, ah! I really want to go over and ask for a hug, for comfort.]
Yan Mofei: Die!
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