"One hundred thousand?"
On the other side, Xiao He, sitting in front of his computer, was also amused by the situation.
"Are you kidding me? You actually dared to accept 100,000? Why don't you just rob me?"
Xiao He didn't consider himself a top-tier celebrity, and the content he filmed would be shown in the movie later. This guy not only filmed him secretly, but also dared to openly steal money from his fans. Haha.
You're lucky to have gotten this 【thumbs up】!
I can let you grab me, I'm the one with the 【thumbs down】
To Xiao He's surprise, the fan named "Qingtian Yunhe" actually agreed in a very generous manner.
To prevent fans from actually giving this bastard money, Xiao He immediately took action.
At the same time, Huang Meng's computer screen suddenly went black.
Huang Meng immediately exclaimed "Holy crap!" and frantically typed on the keyboard: "What's going on? No way, I'm exporting it all right away!"
Damn it, why did his computer crash at this crucial moment?!
Huang Meng pressed the power button on the computer, but the computer did not respond.
Frustrated, Huang Meng scratched his head, unplugged the SD card adapter, reinstalled a new plug, and inserted it into his phone.
As a result, the phone did not respond at all.
Huang Meng's heart skipped a beat.
No, really?
Could it be what he's thinking?
Ignoring the messages from Xiao He's fans, Huang Meng quickly pulled out his "100,000" yuan SD card and reinserted it into the camera to check—
【SD card is damaged】
When Huang Meng saw those small words pop up on the camera screen, his heart stopped.
"Aaaaaah, oh crap, oh crap—"
Huang Meng angrily raised his camera, wanting to smash it to pieces, but then he remembered the price of the camera and carefully put it down. He then kicked over a hotel chair in a fit of rage and punched the air repeatedly, his face contorted with anger.
This scene perfectly illustrates "impotent rage".
But there was nothing he could do. The thought of the 100,000 yuan that was about to be his was flying away from his pocket made Huang Meng's heart ache so much that he couldn't help but clench his fists.
However, Qing Tianyunhe was still asking questions on the other end of the phone.
【Qingtian Yunhe: Where is everyone?】
【Qingtian Yunhe: The price is negotiable, but please sell it to me and don't pass it on to anyone else.】
Huang Meng looked at the messages, feeling a sharp pain in his heart. He could only console himself: "It's alright, I still have a small portion on my phone, although the quality isn't high, it's still..."
Huang Meng hurriedly opened his phone's photo album, intending to upload and back up the photos, but the next moment his phone screen went black.
Huang Meng: ? ? ?
He frantically pressed buttons on his phone, but there was no response.
"Holy crap, is this some kind of setup? Is someone messing with me?"
Huang Meng felt like he was about to explode.
If the first time was a coincidence, then the second time was «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» definitely not an accident.
Who did this?!
Ugh! My hard-earned money!!!
Several other proxy photographers faced similar situations to Huang Meng; their computers crashed while transferring video files, resulting in both their computers and SD cards becoming unusable.
Some phones and tablets that still had a little bit left were also wiped out before they could even react.
Everything they painstakingly filmed was instantly destroyed!
It must have been someone from the film crew! It must have been Xiao He! They hired a hacker to break into their computers and related electronic devices!
The photographers were furious and wanted to call the police, but then they realized that their act of taking photos without permission was illegal, and if they went to the police, it would be no different than walking into a trap.
In the end, it seemed they could only swallow their anger and suffer in silence; there was nothing they could do.
Immediately, several paparazzi broke down, cursing Xiao He and the film crew, and bought tickets to leave Hai City overnight. Only two stubborn warriors, like Huang Meng, refused to believe it and continued to take photos secretly.
They still didn't believe it. Just how capable were you, Xiao He? They thought that you could delete it once because they were careless. Did they think you could delete it a second time?
Haha, I'm definitely going to challenge you!
...
The next day, looking at the people hiding in the bushes in the distance, Liu Rulan took a deep breath and signaled Xiao Chen beside her to take the bodyguards to drive them away.
Xiao He glanced at the people over there, raised an eyebrow, and casually reassured them, "It's alright, Sister Liu, just tell them to be careful. If they can't catch up, that's fine."
“That won’t do. They’ve already started selling your materials online,” Liu Rulan said seriously. “Your fans have already given me feedback on this, and we have to take this seriously.”
If we don't boycott these proxy photographers, they will continue to push their luck and may even do something more extreme in the end. Liu Rulan had experienced this firsthand when she was with Su Shengxi, so she takes this matter very seriously.
Xiao He shrugged, full of confidence: "Don't worry, they'll leave on their own soon."
These people are just after money; we should address the root cause of the problem.
Liu Rulan looked at Xiao He suspiciously: "What's your plan?"
Xiao He blinked: "What can I possibly do?"
"Then why are you so certain?"
"I believe in Sister Liu's abilities."
Liu Rulan: "...That's weird."
She then took out her phone and continued to direct Xiao Chen and the others to drive away the paparazzi.
While Xiao Chen and the others were chasing away the two annoying paparazzi, a person dressed in a ghillie suit similar to that in a shooting game moved slightly on the treetop, and then a dark lens quietly emerged from the branches and leaves, pointing in the direction where Xiao He was currently located.
"Hehe, I really have to thank those two idiots."
Huang Meng wore a smug smile, the camera following Xiao He intently, his eyes filled with provocation and a fighting spirit: "I'm fully prepared this time! I don't believe you can delete my photos remotely, hmph—"
But the next moment, the person in the shot looked up and stared intently at the yellow mulberry tree in the tree.
Huang Meng's eyelids twitched, and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but he thought that his current disguise would be more obvious if he moved, so he simply restrained his movements and suppressed his panic, aiming at Xiao He's expressionless face.
The young man in the shot is wearing a clean and crisp black stand-up collar shirt, black work pants and tactical boots. His face has some faint bloodstains and abrasions painted on it for the sake of the plot. When he looks up at the camera, he has a mysterious and chilling sense of danger.
Huang Meng held his breath and took this photo, which he thought would definitely be a bestseller.
The next moment, the young man in the shot smirked and slowly mouthed the words to the person behind the camera—
“Stop, pen.”
Huang Meng: "..."
Holy crap, he really found me? No, how did he find me?
This is outrageous! I've already disguised myself like this!
What puzzled Huang Meng was that after Xiao He called him an "idiot," he immediately turned around and continued to flip through the script in his hand as if nothing had happened. He neither notified anyone to drive him away nor stopped him from taking pictures, as if he hadn't seen him at all.
This plunged Huang Meng, who had thought he had been exposed, into deep self-doubt once again.
Huang Meng went back to watch the video again, and was initially unsure whether Xiao He's lip movements were calling him an idiot.
Forget it, whatever—
Huang Meng muttered to himself.
Getting scolded is fine, making money is the most important thing!
Huang Meng endured mosquito bites and the sweltering heat, hanging on the tree for more than six hours.
After the crew finished work and left, he finally managed to slowly climb down the tree, his feet feeling weak when they touched the ground.
But looking at his impressive performance today and thinking about the rewards he will receive soon, Huang Meng is full of energy again.
This time, he will definitely protect his victory!
Xiao He, just you wait! Huang Meng will never admit defeat!
More than an hour later...
From one of the hotel rooms, Huang Meng's piercing screams echoed once more—
"Aaaaaahhhhhh—"
"My videos and photos!!!"
"Xiao He, I'll fuck your grandma's leg!!!"
"Let anyone who wants to be a proxy photographer take the job!!!"
On that day, the last three stubborn warriors were all wiped out.
From then on, Xiao He had fewer proxy photographers, but the world had more heartbroken people.
