One day later, a special plane flew back to China from Europe and quietly stopped at the Shanghai Airport.

At the same time, the news about Han Qiaoqiao on the Internet was quietly deleted.

"Master, isn't this Han Qiaoqiao?"

Magic City Airport. Because there is a red carpet ceremony for the film industry in Magic City recently, many reporters have gathered at the airport. Of course, there are also many entertainment reporters lurking outside the airport, just to see if they can take photos of some stars.

Private appearance.

A young man was sitting in a van and said excitedly to a middle-aged man in front of him, while the camera in his hand was also taking pictures crazily.

Because he found that in addition to Han Qiaoqiao and her assistant, there was another man and a woman. He was sure that this man and woman were not from the entertainment industry, but at such a sensitive time, Han Qiaoqiao was able to return to China, and there were still people around him.

Following the man, this man definitely has an unusual relationship with Han Qiaoqiao.

The middle-aged man in the passenger seat looked out the window, but his expression was a little dull, and he did not become excited at all because of Han Qiaoqiao's appearance.

"Put it down, Han Qiaoqiao has nothing left to take pictures of."

Hearing the words of his master, the young reporter was a little confused as to why he didn't take the photo. Even if this man was not Han Qiaoqiao's sponsor, as long as the photo was released, it would definitely make headlines, which would mean a hefty bonus.

"This world is not as simple as you think. In short, Han Qiaoqiao has nothing to take pictures of."

As an entertainment reporter for many years, this old master knows much better than his apprentice. He can make all media delete reports. The financial backer behind Han Qiaoqiao has unimaginable power.

Such a big shot is not something that a small media like them can afford to offend. Even if he is photographed and posted online, what will happen? It will be deleted within a minute or two. There must be a group of people on the Internet watching him now.

Now, staring at the three keywords Han Qiaoqiao, all the information related to Han Qiaoqiao will be noticed by this group of people at the first time, and then the reports will be deleted.

Traditional media and online media can do this, and it can no longer be solved by money, so if they continue to report Han Qiaoqiao's information, it will only bring trouble to their own company.

"Go and take pictures of young hottie Cai Kun. He has recently been involved in traffic fraud and has been criticized by name. Reporting on him will not only be topical, but will also not cause trouble."

The old master's words made the young reporter take back the camera, but he was still a little reluctant. After thinking about it, he connected the memory card in the camera to the mobile phone data cable, and then sent the few photos he had just taken.

As an entertainment reporter, there must be a lot of vests on the Internet. The young reporter logged into one of his vests, and then sent these photos. The title was: Han Qiaoqiao returns, and the suspected financial owner appears.

After posting, the young reporter kept refreshing the page, and soon hundreds of people read it and ten items were retweeted. When he saw this, a smile appeared on his face. It took less than a minute. If so, it would only take more than an hour.

It will definitely make headlines.

Thinking of this, the young reporter refreshed the page again, only to find that his Weibo post had been deleted. At the same time, even his account was locked up in a small black room and he could not do anything.

If he were an old slicker who had experienced the storm, he would naturally know that what he had to do at this time was to give up. But after all, the young reporter had just come out of society and had a strong spirit. The most important thing was that he had a deep affection for rich people.

envy.

Thinking of the photographed female stars who were glamorous and holy goddesses in front of others, and how they looked like sluts in front of rich people, especially a female star he once liked, this made him

He is extremely jealous of rich people and feels that these rich people have caused the female stars, including his idols, to lose their true feelings.

"Exposure, must be exposed."

The young reporter logged into another small account and sent the photos again. He even changed several accounts in one go. He sent every account. He was just feeling angry. As long as one more person saw him, he would feel comfortable.

Already.

However, the ending left him heartbroken, because these accounts of his were blocked as soon as they were released, and some were blocked directly before they were even sent out, indicating that the sending failed.

"Xiao Ma, what are you doing?"

The old master noticed the behavior of his apprentice behind him and asked with some confusion.

"No...nothing." Ma Luo stammered, not daring to confess what he had just done.

"He uploaded all the photos of Han Qiaoqiao he just took to the Internet, and also changed his number many times, but they all failed."

There was also a young woman in the back row who was responsible for writing news copy, so she witnessed Ma Luo's every move.

"What, why are you so stupid?"

The old master showed an anxious look on his face and said: "The other party must have traced your IP and drove away immediately, otherwise they might come to your door. But you still pray that your number will not be traced to you."

"

The master urged the driver to drive away quickly. When Ma Luo heard his master's words, his face changed and became a little pale. He didn't think so much because he was angry before, but now that he was reminded by the master, he was a little scared.

Because he thought that many reporters in the circle encountered accidents for no reason just because they broke the news about rich people and actresses. Some died directly, and some were disabled. Although there was no evidence, people in their circle

They all agreed that it was definitely revenge from those rich people.

"Master, what should I do now?"

Ma Luo couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be found out. Because of the current real-name system, he used the ID cards of his friends and relatives to make some of these vest accounts. If the other party follows the clues, they can still find him.

"Now that you know you are afraid, what have you been doing?"

The young woman had a mocking look on her face. She had long been unhappy with Ma Luo. The last time she took photos of an actress cheating on her, the actress was willing to pay one million to buy back the photos, but Ma Luo refused.

After sending it out, although the company earned traffic and she also received a bonus of 10,000 yuan, if she had agreed to the actress's request at that time, she could have received 100,000 yuan in hush money.

"Okay, let's not argue at this time. Let's get out of here first."

The expression on the old master's face was also a bit pessimistic. Such a big shot was really not something that ordinary people like them could afford to offend. They could make anyone disappear with just a flick of a finger.

The car drove away from the airport, but just as it was exiting the airport intersection, it was stopped by two cars. Several men in black suits got out of the two cars.

"You found me so quickly, Xiaoma. You wish you luck this time. Remember, you have everything when you are alive. Face and backbone are nothing in front of you."

The old master turned back and took a deep look at Ma Luo. He was still very optimistic about his apprentice. If he trained a few more points, he would definitely be a very qualified entertainment reporter. If the person who committed the crime was an ordinary rich person, he would be given to a low-income person.

The size may be able to resolve the issue.

But now the other party tracked the traces from the Internet and locked the vehicle in just a few minutes. If you think about it, you know that this must have used the power of network surveillance, and even mobilized the airport's surveillance.

Being able to do this in such a short period of time is not just about money.

The car door was opened, and the man in a black suit looked coldly at the people in the car, and finally locked his eyes on Ma Luo and said, "Please come with us."

"Brother, isn't this good? There are so many people watching in broad daylight... You are not a law enforcement department..."

The old master spoke, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a man in a black suit. The man in a black suit took out an ID card from his arms and showed it.

Seeing the name on the certificate, the old master shut up and even had a look of awe on his face. He had only talked about this department when joking with his friends in the past, but he didn't expect that he would actually encounter it this time.

Ma Luo didn't see the name on the certificate clearly, but when he saw his master was silent, he knew he couldn't hide. He got out of the car door obediently and was led by the man in a suit to a car nearby.

There was also a man in a suit in the car, but he didn't speak to him at all. The atmosphere in the whole car was very gloomy.

Watching the car driving towards the less crowded road, Ma Luo felt more and more uneasy and full of regrets. Why did he have to be so impulsive? If he hadn't been so impulsive, he wouldn't have fallen to this point.

A quarter of an hour later, the car stopped. The man in a suit opened the door and said coldly: "Get out of the car."

Ma Luo got out of the car and found a RV parked not far ahead. Seeing this RV, Ma Luo was stunned because he saw Han Qiaoqiao getting into it when he was taking pictures at the airport.

This RV.

In other words, Han Qiaoqiao and her sponsor are in this car now, and the other party is waiting for her here, and there is no other reason except to deal with herself.

Ma Luo followed the man in the suit and walked towards the RV step by step. He was neither regretful nor angry. What he regretted was that he had done such an impulsive behavior. What he was angry about was that there was no fairness in this world, only some privileges.

The existence of class.

"Mr. Fang, he's here."

The man in the suit opened the car door and whispered something inside. Ma Luo stood behind, looking at the respectful expression and tone of the man in the suit, his face became even more sarcastic. He looked cold and arrogant in front of him, and in his privileged

Don't you still grovel in front of me?

"Well, I understand."

A calm response came from the car, and then Ma Luo saw a figure walking out of the car door. It was the young man he had photographed at the airport.

This young man looked ordinary, but for some reason, when he met his eyes, Ma Luo felt as if everything about him was being seen through. This made him afraid to look at him and lowered his gaze.

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But as soon as his eyes lowered, Ma Luo cursed in his heart that he was useless, it was just a look, why didn't he dare to look at others.

"You should call Ma Luo."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Fang Ming smiled. Not long after, the head of the department responsible for dealing with him called him and said that someone had taken a photo of him and Han Qiaoqiao and posted it online.

Moreover, the other party was not willing to send more messages several times, but they had already locked the location and found the person.

In fact, with Fang Ming's strength, if all his senses were released, he would not be able to hide it from someone taking secret photos. However, Fang Ming did not do this. He would not let go of his senses unless necessary. At most, he would only let go of his senses.

Stay within ten meters.

At first, Fang Ming thought it might be Han Qiaoqiao's competitor in the circle who did it, so he decided to meet this man named Ma Luo, but at the first sight of him, Fang Ming was sure that this was purely

It was the young man's own behavior.

"Um."

Even Ma Luo himself didn't know why he answered the other party's words.

"A very good young man, but he is a little impulsive in doing things. If he gets rid of this problem, he will still achieve something."

Hearing the other party's old-fashioned words, Ma Luo curled his lips and said, "Young man, you are not much older than me. Besides, I don't even know whether I can succeed. Why are you so sure? Is it possible that you can still do it?"

Fortune telling?

What Ma Luo naturally didn't know was that Fang Ming standing in front of him could indeed tell fortunes, and everything he said was based on his appearance.
To be continued...