He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

Just as Yang Jiulang and Gu Lina were about to get married, a phone call from Fatty ruined everything.

Yang Jiulang cursed, got into Zhou Wanqiu's car, and, suppressing his anger, sped off to the train station to pick her up.

When I arrived at the train station, I saw Fatty standing in front of the flower bed outside the exit, smoking in what he thought was a cool pose.

Fatty was of medium height, broad-shouldered and burly, with tanned, burnt skin.

A big, round head topped with messy, curly long hair, like an artist.

A few strands of curly hair were stuck to his forehead with sweat, and he would occasionally use his thick, round little finger to tuck the hair back.

She wore a gray fitted T-shirt on top and dark blue denim shorts on the bottom, revealing her hairy calves.

What's most amazing is the pair of small round sunglasses perched on his chubby nose, making him look exactly like a pretentious artsy extra in a fifth-rate film set.

At his feet was a huge, thick, and heavy suitcase, with a bulging military green canvas bag on top, its contents unknown.

Yang Jiulang crept up from behind, pinched his throat, and forced out a sweet, girlish voice: "Handsome, can I have a cigarette?"

Fatty shuddered violently, almost dropping his cigarette in fright.

He turned around, saw it was Yang Jiulang, and punched him, cursing, "Damn you, you scared the hell out of me!"

Then he couldn't help but laugh, "Let me tell you, Yang Jiulang, you'd better not make any noise. I was injured by Erweizi before, and I'm allergic."

Yang Jiulang, recalling the terrible time his ex-wife had tricked him, burst into laughter: "You'll probably never get over that trauma!"

Fatty took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of small eyes squinting from the sun, and sighed deeply, feigning seriousness: "It's over. For the rest of my life, no woman will ever come near me again."

Hahaha~

The two old friends laughed heartily, attracting the attention of passing travelers.

Fatty laughed as he pulled half a pack of White General cigarettes from his back pocket, took out two, and handed one to Yang Jiulang.

Yang Jiulang glanced at the bent cigarette, grinned in disgust, and didn't take it.

"Damn it." Fatty cursed and shoved it into his hand.

Yang Jiulang had no choice but to take it and light it. After only one puff, he was choked by the strong and spicy smell of the old-fashioned pipe and coughed twice.

Fatty glanced at him sideways: "Hey, Mr. Yang, you can't even stand the taste of cigarettes from your hometown anymore? You've made it big, gotten picky?"

Yang Jiulang quickly waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, this doesn't smell like cigarettes, it smells like your butt."

Fatty was stunned for a moment, then looked at the cigarette that he had bent over, understood, and burst into laughter.

The two squatted by the flower bed, chatting idly for a while, just like when they used to sneak a smoke behind the high school playground.

After finishing his cigarette, Yang Jiulang stood up and patted his butt: "Let's go, get in the car first, I'll take you to your place."

Fatty pointed to the big box: "Give me a hand, this thing is filthy heavy."

Yang Jiulang lifted it, and sure enough, it was ridiculously heavy: "What's inside? Did you bring the landlady here?"

Fatty nodded: "They were transported separately. The head is in the small bag. Damn it, these are our tools for making a living. Camera, lens, stabilizer, fill light, reflector, and some other odds and ends. No matter how badly I'm doing, I can't lose these tools."

Yang Jiulang thought to himself with approval and nodded: "Okay, with this kind of drive, we can get this done."

After stuffing the suitcase into the trunk, Fatty jumped into the car, looking around like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden, constantly touching and admiring everything, clicking his tongue incessantly: "Yang Jiulang, you changed cars?"

Yang Jiulang started the car and casually said, "My girlfriend's."

Fatty's eyes widened: "You mean Even, your temporary girlfriend? That's impressive, bro. She even gave you a car? You got a permanent position?"

"Get lost." Yang Jiulang knew that this guy had misunderstood, but considering that Fatty was going to work with Zhang Yahan next, and that it was best not to let him know about his house full of women, he just mumbled a vague reply.

As the car pulled out of the train station, Fatty asked again, "Yang Jiulang, what exactly are we going to do with this startup? You didn't explain it clearly over the phone before you asked me to come. I got so excited that I quit my job four days early, and the shop owner withheld all my wages."

Yang Jiulang smiled and said, "I'll tell you all about it after we've settled in."

Fatty got impatient: "Stop beating around the bush! I've been on a train all night, and you're the only thing keeping me going. Tell me, what's up?"

Yang Jiulang thought for a moment, "Let me tell you about someone first."

"Who?"

"Zhang Yahan".

Fatty's body stiffened, and he turned to Yang Jiulang: "Zhang Xiaozhang? What happened to her? I heard that after her father died, she went wandering."

Yang Jiulang nodded: "Now it has drifted here to me."

"ah?!"

Next, Yang Jiulang recounted how he had lent her money, how she suddenly drifted over to see him on Labor Day, and how they decided to work together to make money.

Fatty listened to the story, then turned to stare at Yang Jiulang, his small eyes peering through the top of his sunglasses. "She came to see you? You two, are you having an affair?"

"What the hell?" Yang Jiulang frowned and said, "She and I have a purely platonic relationship. We're old classmates, that's all."

"Oh," Fatty suddenly realized, "you've lured me all this way here just so I can help you pursue her?"

"That's utter nonsense," Yang Jiulang cursed. "You're insulting me, insulting my business acumen. Let me tell you, I decided to do this because I saw potential for profit... a promising future."

"Okay," Fatty leaned back, "then tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

Do you have Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book) on your phone?

"Yeah," Fatty pulled out his phone and swiped around. "When I worked at the photo studio, the boss put me in charge of uploading customer photos to Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book). Those young girls loved watching those."

"Then search for an account," Yang Jiulang said, "Zhang Xiao Zhang Runs Rampant in the Universe."

Fatty paused for a moment, then asked, "Zhang Yahan's?"

He looked down and searched for a few moments, "Holy crap! There really is one."

"Yes, watch her video."

Fatty's eyes widened as he scrolled through the first few videos, then he tossed his phone aside: "I never would have guessed! A top student like you've gone to become an internet celebrity."

Yang Jiulang grinned: "That shows you don't understand internet celebrities."

"Do you understand?"

Yang Jiulang nodded: "I've been studying it for a week."

"Hahahaha..."

"Fatty, honestly, what do you think of Zhang Yahan's videos?" Yang Jiulang asked seriously.

"How is it?" Fatty picked up his phone again and fiddled with it for a while, then finally shook his head: "I'm not trying to discourage your wife, but this level of skill is really just too average."

Yang Jiulang smiled and said, "How so? Feel free to speak freely, don't hold back."

Fatty suddenly sighed and said, "To be honest, in the eyes of us professionals, her video is just a wild one, she really has nothing... Oh, not entirely, at least she's good-looking, I reckon her fans are all earned by her looks."

Yang Jiulang smiled with satisfaction, "Although you can't distinguish between men and women, you're quite accurate in your judgment on this issue."

Fatty's face darkened, and he said seriously, "Damn you, if you bring that up again, I won't pay you back a single penny."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it, hahahahahahaha," Yang Jiulang laughed enough and continued, "Then guess how much money Zhang Yahan can earn in a month from these unofficial videos?"

"What?" Fatty exclaimed, "You can make money with this?"

Yang Jiulang nodded.

"How much do you earn?"

Yang Jiulang held up three fingers.

"thirty?"