Let you be a star, and you will go undercover and become a paparazzi

"This, who filmed this? Which paparazzi is this?" The

assistant shook his head: "I don't know, the company and the platform have checked it, but I can't find it."

Ji Rufeng was in a hurry: "If you can't find out, you can suppress the hot search first! Do you still need me to teach this?"

"The company and the platform are already thinking of a way, but this account seems to have a bug, these things can't be deleted, and the hot search can't be suppressed."

Although the company has reached an agreement with other marketing accounts and does not allow forwarding and publicity, it has been unable to stop by virtue of the popularity of the account "Pop Melon".

Fans were crazy and abused, the public relations team went down to buy water and military control comments, and passers-by kept pouring in to eat melons. The consequence of this is that the popularity has climbed again and again, and it has rushed into the top ten of the hot search list.

"Then contact the owner of this account, give him money, and let him delete it!" he

took his mobile phone and frantically sent private messages to the blogger, but these private messages were like a stone in the sea, and there was no reply.

Ji Rufeng waited for a few minutes, and then dropped his phone in anger.

Looking at the mobile phone that was broken in half on the ground, the assistant felt a heartache, which he had spent two months of salary to buy. It's only been used for less than half a year! The

assistant looked at Ji Rufeng with tears in his eyes: "Teacher Ji, the mobile phone is mine."

Ji Rufeng was angry, and as soon as he turned around, he slapped him in the face.

The assistant was stunned, tears fell instantly, and he looked at Ji Rufeng in disbelief.

"It's all you! Let you bring someone here, you don't even know that you were being followed by

the paparazzi, so I was photographed!" "And this hotel, doesn't it say that the security is strict? How can there be a paparazzi who broke in and took a picture of me, I don't know! Find me a manager, I want to check, to see who took me!"

The assistant was beaten, crying miserably, but he still had to be called by Ji Rufeng as an errand.

endured the unwillingness in his heart, and snorted heavily in the bottom of his heart.

[The garbage artist will take out his anger at me. Sooner or later, one day I can't stand it anymore and will come back with revenge. Yan

Mofei silently closed the door, and he heard the noise just now clearly. No way, who let the opposite door leave a crack.

"These bugs are all caused by the system, right?" The

system immediately appeared in the voice of the royal sister: "That's natural, please rest assured, this system is not comparable to these bad things." This system is secretive and great, as long as the host doesn't blow itself up, they don't want to find out the slightest trace of the host.

Yan Mofei smiled and touched the dog's head: "Very good, you finally did a good deed." The

system immediately turned into a sweet girl's voice: "Then the host must not have the idea of withdrawing from the circle, this cute and invincible system must lead the host to the highest peak."

Yan Mofei ignored its blood, glanced at the popularity of his little paparazzi account, and sighed.

Although the comment area was scolded, there were tens of thousands of likes and retweets. But there are very few people who pay attention to him, and it is obvious that these people are still waiting, and the scolding war is just a tug-of-war between fans and passers-by.

He went out and took Yang Xiaoli and Lao Song out to eat delicious food.

When I came back, I saw a mess at the door.

The manager of the hotel stood at the door with a black face, neither advancing nor retreating.

Ji Rufeng smashed the things in the room: "Your three-star hotel, the room rate is so high every day, but you can't even find a trace of the paparazzi." "

Waste, it's all waste!" Yang

Xiaoli was still stunned at this time, not knowing what kind of madness Ji Rufeng was doing: "Boss, what's wrong with the one on the other side

?" She pointed to her head: "Could it be that he has a problem here

?" After speaking, she mysteriously picked up her toes, leaned into Yan Mofei's ear, and whispered: "Didn't we beat him with a sack that day and beat him stupidly?"

Yan Mofei slipped the back of her neck and took out a box of cakes from the bag and put it in her hand.

"Eat, don't talk.

Yang Xiaoli held the cantaloupe cake and nodded: "Okay." "

[The owner is so nice, remember my tastes. The best and most handsome boss in the world!] The

two of them stood at the door and ate melons silently, Yan Mofei took out his mobile phone, as if he was chatting with someone on the surface. In fact, the picture of Ji Rufeng smashing things and incompetent rage was filmed.

Let the storm come more violently!

The assistant on the other side looked at the broken porcelain pieces under his feet and the wounds on his feet. Look at Yan Mofei treating Yang Xiaoli and giving her a cake, she is smiling happily and happily. It's very bad in my heart.

Why can other artists treat their assistants well, and they are also kind to their assistants. But the artists in his own family will only support him to do hard work.

Smashed his mobile phone, slapped him, threw the pot at him, even smashed things at him, and watched him get injured and was indifferent.

The contrast gap is too big, and the unwillingness in his heart to grow infinitely.

The manager bent over: "I'm very sorry, but I don't think there's anything wrong with the security of our hotel."

"If you have any questions, you can call the police and let the police deal with them."

Ji Rufeng went crazy, he was a little incredulous when he heard this, and called the police? If he called the police, let the police call the police, and find that everything on Weibo is true, but the paparazzi has not even left traces, where does this make his face go?"

"Since you don't call the police, do you have anything to dislike about the guest? If not, please compensate the hotel for the loss." "

The manager is neither humble nor arrogant, this is a three-star hotel, and there are people behind it. A small third-tier star, it is already enough to give him face if he can play for so long.

At that time, he thought that something was really wrong, and urgently called for surveillance, but the surveillance showed that except for Ji Rufeng and his assistant, who brought people in without permission, no one followed.

The other guests were also very normal, and there was no act of candid photography.

Ji Rufeng still lost his temper in front of him, even if he respected the mud Buddha, he couldn't stand it.

Ji Rufeng was about to vomit blood: "You still dare to ask me for compensation?" "

Since there are no paparazzi, there must be something wrong with your monitoring." Did you leak the surveillance footage and sell it to the paparazzi to make money?"

The manager stiffened his back: "Since Mr. Ji still has questions, then call the police." Let the police identify and see if there is a problem with our surveillance. "

The manager was confident that it wasn't the angle they were surveilling.

As for why it was impossible to find out from the angle, the manager also expressed doubt.

It was as if there was an extra person out of thin air, and he took pictures from an impossible angle. And they couldn't catch the man's presence.

I want to call the police again, Ji Rufeng is so angry that he jumps to his feet.

"Okay, you wait for me to sue your hotel

!" "Go, give me the room back!"

The manager nodded and took the room card: "Okay, I'll settle the loss and ask Mr. Ji to make up for it."

When Ji Rufeng rushed out and saw Yan Mofei, he felt very embarrassed.

[I was seen by him again, ah! I really want to go over and ask for a hug and comfort.] Yan

Mofei: Die!