Dumped at the beginning: The actor's song became popular all over the Internet

Paparazzi is a profession unique to the entertainment industry.

They make huge profits by secretly photographing the privacy of celebrities.

Generally speaking, after paparazzi with a little principle secretly photograph a celebrity's scandal or privacy, they will take the initiative to contact the celebrity's company and ask the company behind the celebrity to spend money to buy the photos, videos, and possibly audio recordings from them.

But paparazzi without principles can do anything.

Just like Wang Zhuo.

There are not a hundred celebrities whose private photos he secretly photographed, but fifty.

Some are photos of relationships between men and women, which can usually sell for [-] to [-] yuan.

Some are explicit videos and the price will be a little higher.

Others are photos or videos that may ruin a star's reputation once released, and these can be sold for millions or even tens of millions.

Of course, this depends on the star's status.

This time Wang Zhuo was hired to secretly photograph Shaoyang, and the price offered was as high as [-] million. If he secretly photographed something explosive, the price would be even higher.

When the nanny car parked on the side of the road, Wang Zhuo also immediately asked Huang Mao to pull over.

"Boss, how much does the boss of Donghuang Entertainment pay for this business?"

"five million."

"Good boy, five million?"

Wang Zhuo smiled and said: "With Shaoyang's current reputation, five million is considered low."

"Boss, if we get this business done, I can..."

"Don't worry, if you follow me, as long as I have a bite of meat to eat, I won't miss you."

"Thank you boss."

"Out!"

As soon as Wang Zhuo finished speaking, Du Mengmeng bought a few bottles of mineral water from a convenience store and returned to the car.

Yang Lan asked: "Where to drive now?"

Shao Yang said: "Their target should be me. Send Hu Qi and the others back first, but don't stop in front of their home."

"it is good."

Yang Lan stepped on the accelerator and continued walking where Hu Qi went.

Shao Yang said helplessly: "What is supposed to come will eventually come. After Hu Qi and Du Mengmeng get off the car, Sister Lan, please put me about five kilometers away from home. Don't they like to follow me?" I’ll let them follow me tonight.”

"Are you getting off the car alone?"

"Ah."

"But……"

"Don't worry, it's fine."

Yang Lan nodded without saying anything. After the car drove near where Hu Qi lived, Hu Qi and Du Mengmeng got out of the car first.

Yang Lan continued to drive, and the Toyota behind him followed her again.

Their target is indeed Shaoyang.

This makes Yang Lan inexplicably worried. Does he have to pay attention to whether there are paparazzi following him every time he goes out?

Twenty minutes later.

"Just stop here." Shao Yang said: "Jiajia, you go home by yourself first. I will go back in about half an hour. Remember to lock the door, I brought the key."

"You pay attention to safety."

"Do not worry."

Shaoyang put on a mask and hat, opened the door and got out of the car.

Huang Mao in the van glanced at the nearby scene, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why did you stop here? This doesn't look like a place where he lives."

Wang Zhuo pointed at the neon lights on both sides of the street and said with a smile: "Is it possible that he just wanted to find a girl to 'relax' with after participating in the singer-songwriter finals?"

"Boss, Shaoyang really got off the bus."

"There must be something wrong with getting off the car at this time!" Wang Zhuo said immediately: "Pack up your equipment and prepare to follow."

"Okay."

Huang Mao quickly parked the car, took a backpack from the back seat, and got off the car with Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo ordered: "Wear a mask."

"Boss, it's so late, there's no need."

"Those who work in our industry should not show their faces to the public if they can."

"alright."

Huang Mao put on a mask and followed Shaoyang from a distance with Wang Zhuo.

As Huang Mao walked, he turned on the camera in his bag, then carried the bag in front of him and put the camera into the bag.

His backpack is a bit special. There is a round lens decoration in the middle. It doesn't look special at first glance, but this lens looks black from the outside, but the camera placed in the bag can clearly record it. Picture outside.

"Boss, where is he going?"

"Don't talk, just follow."

Corner intersection.

There is a reflector.

Shaoyang looked up and found that the two people were indeed following him. He took off his coat and tied it around his waist. He took out his airpods from his pocket and put them on, and then started jogging along the path.

"Why are you still running?"

"Follow me quickly, don't lose me."

"it is good."

Shaoyang has the habit of jogging when there is no announcement. This place is about five or six kilometers away from home, which is probably the distance of his morning jog.

In order to prevent the two of them from driving over, he deliberately chose some small roads that were difficult for cars to drive in.

Shaoyang is already familiar with this area.

He pretended not to know that someone was following him and kept running along the path.

five minutes!

ten minutes!

Half an hour!

"Heh, heh, heh..." Wang Zhuo panted heavily and stopped covered in sweat. He waved his hands and said: "I...I can't do it anymore. Huang Mao, please continue to follow. Don't get lost." ”

"I...I can't run anymore..."

Except for taking candid photos, the two of them usually stay at home all day long. They have never exercised, and their physical strength is naturally not as good as Shaoyang's.

"After this happens, I will give you two million!"

Hear the words ‘two million’.

Huang Mao became more energetic in an instant, gritted his teeth and continued to follow.

Another ten minutes passed.

Huang Mao felt as if his legs were filled with lead and he could no longer run.

It took almost forty minutes.

Are you still running?

Huang Mao was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

You must know that Shaoyang didn't bring anything with him except the mobile phone in his pocket.

Huang Mao also carried a bag with a camera in it.

Although this camera is not very heavy, after running for so long, Huang Mao felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back.

Every step forward was torture.

There was a burning sensation in my throat.

Sweat fell like rain.

"Damn, for those two million, I will follow you even if I die today."

Huang Mao obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. When he was panting, Shaoyang, who was about seven or eight meters ahead, suddenly started to accelerate.

Fuck the mud horse!

After Huang Mao followed for another seven or eight hundred meters, he couldn't run anymore.

Ah…

Ah…

Ah…

He put his hands on his knees, and the sweat on his forehead fell to the ground like heavy rain.

Huang Mao just watched Shaoyang turn into another street and then disappeared before his eyes.

"Shaoyang, I'm going to fuck you!"

The moment Shaoyang disappeared from sight, he sat down on the ground, took out his mobile phone and sent Wang Zhuo his location.

Wang Zhuo drove around and saw Huang Mao sitting on the ground. He asked anxiously: "Where is Shaoyang?!"

"That bitch kept running and running. I really had no strength left, so... I just lost him."

"I lost my track!!!"

"Boss, you really can't blame me. Who would run for forty or fifty minutes at eleven o'clock in the evening if they have nothing to do?"

"Hold!"

"Boss, forget it tonight, I'm really tired."

"Useless thing, get in the car."

You just ran for half an hour, I followed you for almost fifty minutes, and you still scolded me for being useless?

Huang Mao cursed a few words in his mind and got into the car in disgrace.

Unwilling to give up, Wang Zhuo walked around the neighborhood twice more, and after not seeing Shaoyang, he drove back to the hotel.

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