Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 607: Liu Rulan Sets Her Trap, Aiming Straight at Jingyou Entertainment

A few minutes later, Huang Mang was dragged in front of Xiao He, behaving himself obediently."Why do you always get caught?"

Xiao He glanced at Huang Mang, finding it somewhat amusing.

Huang Mang looked utterly miserable. "I have no idea either, Teacher Xiao! I really was just passing through this time! Our connection is pure fate—who can control that?"

Xiao He was speechless. He didn't believe Huang Mang's words at all and simply turned to look at Liu Rulan. "Sister Liu, what do you need him for?"

Yeah, honestly, they didn't absolutely have to catch this paparazzo this time. After all, the drive was short, and him snapping a few pictures wouldn't affect their upcoming drama promotional activities.

It just so happened that Liu Rulan spotted Huang Mang and had something to discuss with him, so she had Lao Qi bring the guy over.

Liu Rulan gestured for Huang Mang to follow. "Talk in the car."

Huang Mang immediately begged for mercy. "Sister Liu, I really do have a flight! If you don't believe me, I'll pull out my ticket right now—"

"Change your flight. We'll reimburse you for the fare."

"Alright, sis, lead the way! What do you need from me? Ask away."

Huang Mang instantly switched faces.

Xiao He: ...Wow. Flexible and resilient.

They all got into the car. Lao Qi and Xiao Chen got out as usual to keep watch, while Xiao He and Liu Rulan sat inside. Huang Mang cautiously sat across from them.

"Sis, I really don't know much about the connections here in Beijing."

Huang Mang scratched his head awkwardly.

Liu Rulan gave a half-smile. "Oh? Well, forget it then. I was going to say, for however many people you help me arrange, I'd give you that much in agency fees—"

Oh? Money?

Why didn't you say so earlier!

"Hey, sis, I suddenly remembered something."

Huang Mang immediately lowered his head and sent Liu Rulan all the contacts he knew.

"Sis, these are the guys who do paparazzi work full-time here in Beijing. A few entertainment journalists too. We usually exchange paid info through Moments. They've got decent quality and their lips are definitely sealed."

Huang Mang rubbed his hands together like a fly, looking expectant. "If sis has any instructions, I can call a few of them over right now. They were just over there snapping Wu Chuyi!"

Liu Rulan opened her phone, took a look, and nodded with satisfaction. "That's enough. No need to have them come in person. Just help us pass along messages and guide them to keep an eye on those artists from Jingyou Entertainment."

A large transfer then landed in Huang Mang's account.

Hell yeah!

Huang Mang was fully satisfied.

"Don't worry, Sister Liu, I'll handle it perfectly. But sis, what's going on with you guys? Why are you suddenly butting heads with Jingyou Entertainment?"

Huang Mang probed cautiously.

Although guys like them—paparazzi—couldn't pull off anything major, constantly tracking these people and leaking their whereabouts could still cause a fair amount of trouble.

For example, if an artist was privately contacting a script during a certain time frame, quietly auditioning for a role that few in the industry knew about, and it was a huge opportunity—basically a pre-arranged slot—but then paparazzi caught wind and started following him, it could easily expose their plans ahead of time. More people would learn which role that artist was currently competing for.

Then the variables would skyrocket.

Once the spot became known to more people, before it was locked down, countless others would rack their brains to compete for it. That artist would suddenly face a swarm of extra competitors. And if that artist's rivals couldn't stand to see him succeed, they'd quietly pull strings too—not necessarily to snatch the role, but just to make things miserable enough that he couldn't secure it either...

That's why the old-timers always said: "Secrecy brings success."

Back when Xiao He hadn't won his award yet, those people had already secretly pulled a dirty trick on him. Now Liu Rulan was going to return the favor.

Wasn't Jingyou Entertainment practically tearing itself apart from internal fighting, almost red-eyed with bloodlust?

Well, she'd just give them a hand and fan those flames across the entire industry circle.

She hadn't made a move before because she wasn't in Beijing and had to focus on helping Xiao He secure his recommendation slot. But now that they were all in Beijing, with her hands free, it was naturally time to strike back.

"This has nothing to do with you, right?" Liu Rulan gave that half-smile again, then suddenly teased him. "You were trailing Zhao Qinyuan quite a bit a while back, weren't you? That New Year's Eve drama—didn't you have a hand in it?"

Huang Mang's expression froze.

Xiao He suddenly understood. "No wonder you looked guilty when we met last time. So you were already Zhao Qinyuan's paparazzo back then."

Back at the opening ceremony for *Super Spacetime Confrontation*, Xiao He had run into Huang Mang and asked who he was currently shooting. Huang Mang had turned tail and run off guiltily.

So Xiao He had already guessed that Huang Mang was following someone he knew.

But Xiao He knew way too many people to be sure who it was.

Thinking about it now, though, *Record of Chasing the Wind* was airing hot at the time, so Huang Mang probably thought he and Zhao Qinyuan were close.

Turns out the clues were all there.

"Heh, Sister Liu, Brother Xiao, you know how it is—we paparazzi live off this meal ticket."

Huang Mang flashed a fawning smile.

Liu Rulan crossed her arms. "Oh, so you did sell the info to Zhao Qinyuan. Aren't you afraid Ren Yibai will come after you later?"

Listening to their exchange, Xiao He finally pieced it together.

So that was it. The reason Zhao Qinyuan had managed to go toe-to-toe with Ren Yibai on New Year's Eve was all thanks to this paparazzo's major contribution—

A few months ago, Huang Mang had started trailing Zhao Qinyuan.

But as he followed, he accidentally stumbled onto news that Zhao Qinyuan was planning to jump ship to Hanbei Entertainment.

Although paparazzi weren't quite the same as gossip journalists, the line between them was blurry now. Sometimes paparazzi got wind of things even faster than journalists! After all, journalists couldn't follow one artist 24/7 snapping photos. So Huang Mang had made money before by selling secrets he caught while paparazzi-ing.

This time, he wasn't about to miss out!

So Huang Mang packed his bag and decisively followed Zhao Qinyuan to Beijing, ready to hunker down for some explosive news.

—A top employee jumping ship was a huge drama!

Maybe when the two companies started tearing into each other and the staff shake-ups happened, someone would slip and reveal something earth-shattering...

As it turned out, this trip to Beijing did get Huang Mang something good. Except the secret's owner wasn't Zhao Qinyuan—it was Ren Yibai!

But that Ren Yibai guy was seriously dangerous.

Huang Mang wanted to make money, but he didn't want to land himself in trouble.

So after watching for a few days, he decisively sold the damaging info he'd caught to Zhao Qinyuan.

Zhao Qinyuan, eager to secure his footing at Hanbei Entertainment fast, was naturally quite generous with his offer. Huang Mang made a killing from it.

If Liu Rulan hadn't been so well-informed, she wouldn't have known this guy had that kind of skill either.

Huang Mang gave Liu Rulan an awkward grin and begged off. "Sister Liu, Sister Liu, I know you've got your sources everywhere. With your connections, why come to me for people?"

Beijing was huge—Liu Rulan could find people on her own. Why bother with him?

"Don't I just think your lips are tighter?" Liu Rulan said with a sweet smile. "Besides, we've dealt with each other plenty of times. You should know what we're capable of."

Huang Mang shuddered, as if transported back to that tragic memory when getting online meant getting hacked into submission.

Connecting that to last night, when Xiao He used code to control a drone for a snowy mountain rescue and absolutely crushed it, how could Huang Mang not know who the hacker he'd encountered back then was?

Stealing a peek at Xiao He, who seemed easygoing enough, Huang Mang shrank his neck. "I-I'll definitely keep my mouth shut!"

Hell, he still needed to stay active on the internet! Who would dare offend this guy?