Paparazzi is a profession unique to the entertainment industry.

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

Generally speaking, after a slightly principled paparazzi secretly photographs 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 even 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 photos of relationships between men and women can usually be sold for 100,000 to 200,000 yuan.

Some are explicit videos and the price will be higher.

Others are photos or videos that may ruin a star's reputation once released, and these can sell 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 10 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 deal?"

"Five million."

"Good boy, five million?"

Wang Zhuo smiled and said: "With Shaoyang's current fame, 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."

"Come 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."

"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?"

"Um."

"But……"

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

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 made Yang Lan inexplicably worried. Do you have to pay attention to whether there are paparazzi following you every time you go 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."

"Please pay attention to your safety."

"Don't worry."

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

Huang Mao in the van took a look 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 a problem 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: "Put on 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."

"Okay."

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 circular 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."

"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 for 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.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

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, keep following me. Don't lose me."

Already."

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

Apart from 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!"

I heard 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.

Do you still want to run?

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

You should 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 you take is torture.

There is a burning sensation in the throat.

Sweat falls like rain.

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