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Old A and Old B felt a sudden numbness in their heads, their scalps almost exploding.

The two of them froze, their necks twisting slowly as if they were rusted.

Behind.

Fang Yu had somehow wandered around, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, looking at them with a half-smile.

In that instant, both Old A and Old B felt their hair stand on end!

This is no longer just the embarrassment of being caught taking photos without permission.

This is the will to survive etched into our DNA!

It had already spread throughout the industry.

The man in front of you looks quite easygoing, but he's actually a ruthless character who once subdued a Class A wanted criminal with his bare hands.

Even more bizarrely, his family is said to have inherited a set of door-splitting and splitting knives.

However, this safety passage happens to be a blind spot for surveillance cameras.

What if Fang Yu suddenly gets the urge and actually unleashes a "splitting" attack on them...

I can already come up with tomorrow's trending topics.

Shocking! Two unidentified male corpses found in the emergency exit of the Changsha Broadcasting Building!

Thinking of this, their legs trembled so badly that they almost collapsed to their knees on the spot.

"Brother Yu! Big Brother! Ancestor!"

Old A's voice was trembling with tears.

"We were wrong! So wrong! We didn't take any random photos; they were all pictures of you looking handsome!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Old B nodded frantically.

"We'll release a positive press release as soon as we get back! Absolutely no fabrication, absolutely no stirring up trouble!"

"Brother, this is a society governed by law! Impulsiveness is the devil; a gentleman uses words, not fists!"

The two men covered their heads and assumed a standard squatting defensive posture.

Fang Yu rolled his eyes at their behavior.

"Look at the two of you, so pathetic."

"With that kind of guts, you even dare to try being a paparazzi?"

He shoved his hands into his pockets and slowly glanced at the two of them.

Do I look like a bad person?

"I, Fang Yu, have done nothing wrong and have nothing to hide."

"Take pictures if you want, even shove them in my face, it's no big deal."

Old A and Old B were stunned.

The two exchanged a furtive glance.

Is the rumor wrong?

Where are the notorious bandits from Northeast China?

Why does this person in front of me seem like a people's artist with a broad vision?

The two of them had just begun to feel relieved.

Fang Yu changed the subject.

"However..."

Geek!

Both of their hearts jumped into their throats again.

Fang Yu's gaze swept across their faces, finally landing on the telephoto camera.

His expression immediately turned serious.

"You can take my picture."

"But when you go back and post the pictures, you must remember my rules."

"By the way, send this to your paparazzi group and spread the word."

Old A and Old B both swallowed hard.

coming.

The main party has issued a warning!

This is going to be a sign of trouble!

Fang Yu took a step forward, lowered his voice, and spoke in a very fierce tone.

"From now on, when you take pictures of me, you have to use the highest level of beauty filter!"

Old A: "...Huh?"

Old B: "...Huh?"

Fang Yu frowned and began to teach seriously.

"You also need to pay attention to the angle. It's best to shoot from below, looking up to make my legs look longer."

"Also, don't be stingy with post-production."

"Skin smoothing, face slimming, and eye enlargement—the three-piece set is all you need!"

His voice suddenly rose.

"Did you hear that?!"

Old A: "..."

Old B: "..."

The corridor was eerily quiet.

The two veteran paparazzi were dumbfounded.

In all their years in this industry, they've encountered bodyguards smashing cameras, agents throwing coffee at people, and artist teams sending lawyer's letters.

But this was the first time they had ever seen it.

After catching a paparazzi, the first thing a top celebrity in the Chinese entertainment industry actually did was demand—

Give him the maximum slim face and big eyes?!

What kind of outrageous request is this?

Fang Yu waved his hand, seeing the two of them stuck on the spot.

"Alright, that's all. Remember that."

After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and walked out.

But after taking only two steps, he stopped again.

A taxi with its "vacant" light on is parked on the side of the road.

Fang Yu's eyes lit up, and he turned around to wave to Old A and Old B, who were still in a daze.

"Hey, I'm telling you."

"You two came all the way from the capital with me, right?"

The two nodded subconsciously.

"That's perfect!"

Fang Yu flashed a bright white smile, his smile exceptionally warm.

Are you guys going to the airport? Let's carpool!

They weren't given a chance to refuse at all.

Fang Yu strode to the roadside, opened the back door of the taxi, and jumped inside.

He then rolled down the car window and waved to the two of them.

"What are you standing there for? Get in the car now!"

"From here to Huanghua Airport, the meter will cost at least a hundred or so yuan!"

"If the three of us squeeze in and split the bill, we'll each save a lot!"

A night breeze blew by.

Old A and Old B stood there, completely bewildered.

Looking at the top superstar waving in the taxi, the two of them had only one thought in their minds.

This world has finally gone mad.

……

Five minutes later.

A taxi sped past on the elevated ring road in Changsha late at night.

In the cramped back seats.

Sitting in the middle is Fang Yu, who just won the highest score in history tonight on the "Peak Concert" with "The King and the Beggar".

At this moment, he was comfortably leaning back in his chair, looking down at his game.

On the left is paparazzi Lao A.

On the right is paparazzi Lao B.

The two paparazzi pressed themselves tightly against the car door, their hands neatly placed on their knees, barely daring to breathe.

Old B secretly rolled his eyes and stole a glance at Fang Yu.

He worked as a paparazzi for seven years.

I've squatted in celebrity vans, underground parking garages, and in front of mansions; I've also climbed over walls and crawled through bushes.

But he never dreamed of it.

One day, I found myself sitting side by side, leg to leg, in the back of the same taxi as the person I was following.

The most outrageous thing is—

He also had to split the transportation costs with his target.

Old A's feelings were also extremely complicated.

He touched the camera in his arms.

The material inside wasn't really anything major.

If it's posted, at most it will just amuse Fang Yu's fans.

But things are different now.

A series of headlines had already automatically popped into his mind.

"I, a professional paparazzo, was caught red-handed by Fang Yu, and he actually forced me..."

Shocking! Top celebrities carpool late at night just to save a few dozen yuan on fares!

Exclusive Reveal! The Unknown Side of Fang Yu: A Frugal Artist Obsessed with Skin Smoothing and Face-Slimming!

Old A became more and more excited as he thought about it.

This is hardly a bad film.

This is clearly a goldmine of traffic!

Just then.

The taxi braked suddenly; we had arrived at the airport.

Fang Yu looked up and asked, "Master, how much?"

One hundred and seventy-eight.

"OK."

Fang Yu scanned the QR code to pay and got out of the car.

Then, he turned around and looked at the two people who got off the car.

"Let's say it's 180. We'll each take 60. Fair and square, no objections, right?"

Old A and Old B dared not utter a single word of dissent, shaking their heads vigorously like rattles.

"No objection! Absolutely no objection!"

Then they each took out their phones and scanned the QR code to transfer money.

Fang Yu received the money and nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, see you two later."

"Be more professional next time, and don't keep getting caught."

"If someone catches you, it's no laughing matter."

After saying that, he waved his hand, dragged his canvas bag, and strode into the terminal building.

Only Old A and Old B were left standing there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

There was a long silence.

Old A suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Oh shit!"

"Go back immediately and start writing!"