Huayu 2002, I'm going to dominate the music scene!

As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. Just as Zhuo Wei was relentlessly searching...

Suddenly, a new post popped up.

He casually clicked on it, and it was a photo of Gao Yuanyuan and a man, much clearer than the previous ones.

In the photo, Gao Yuanyuan is pushing a shopping cart, turning her head to talk to the man next to her, and smiling happily.

The man's face was still not clearly visible, but his profile was much clearer than the previous one. It was clear that he was a young man, very tall, and wearing a dark coat.

Zhuo Wei's eyes lit up immediately.

"This photo..." he pointed at the screen, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement, "It's so clear, this kid definitely took more than just this one, there's probably a front-facing photo of this guy."

Feng Ke leaned over for a look: "It's quite possible. Who is this person? The photo is so clear; it doesn't look like a casual shot."

Zhuo Wei didn't answer. He was looking at the composition and angle of the photo. The person who took the photo must have been very close, so close that the man was almost able to spot the camera.

He quickly opened the poster's information page.

The ID is "Tang Feihu", and it hasn't been registered for long; it has only posted a few posts.

Zhuo Wei took a deep breath and quickly opened the private message interface.

He quickly typed a line of text:

"Hello, I'm a reporter from 'Bigstar' magazine. I saw the photo you just posted. I'll buy all the photos you have for 1000 yuan. On the condition that you delete the post and don't send the photos to anyone else."

After sending the message, he leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, waiting.

On the other end of the computer, Tang Feihu stared at the private message on the screen, hardly believing his eyes.

One thousand dollars?

He was just an ordinary college student, nineteen years old, the same age as Song Mo.

That day, he begged and pleaded for a long time before his cousin Tang Yan, who was studying at the Central Academy of Drama, agreed to go grocery shopping with him.

He even treated her to KFC for this, which cost him several tens of yuan, and he was heartbroken.

As a result, he unexpectedly saw his dream girl, Gao Yuanyuan, in the supermarket.

He covered her boyfriend posters all over his dorm room walls, and there were photos cut out of magazines on his bedside table.

His roommates all know he likes Gao Yuanyuan, and they always make fun of him about it.

But that day, he saw Gao Yuanyuan chatting and laughing with a man while shopping at the supermarket.

The two pushed the shopping cart very close together. The man said something, and Gao Yuanyuan's eyes crinkled with laughter.

Seeing that scene.

His world collapsed.

He inexplicably raised his camera and took several pictures.

He didn't know why he took the photos; perhaps he wanted to preserve evidence to prove that his "first love" ended before it even began.

When he got home, he saved the photos to his computer and looked at them over and over again.

The more I look at it, the more upset I become, and the more unwilling I feel to accept it.

Then he saw a post on Tianya about Fan Binbin's scandal. The blurry man in the post was wearing the same clothes as in Fan Binbin's photos.

In a fit of anger, he simply picked the least clear side profile picture and posted it.

He regretted it as soon as he posted it, but it was too late to delete it; someone had already replied to the post.

Looking at those replies, he felt a unique sense of satisfaction.

By today, the discussion sparked by the photo he posted earlier has subsided considerably.

So he couldn't resist posting another photo.

Then, this private message came.

One thousand yuan.

He stared at the screen, his heart pounding.

A thousand yuan, how much stuff can he buy?

He couldn't help but glance at his private message again. "It's true."

One thousand yuan.

He gritted his teeth and typed back: "Really?"

The reply came quickly: "Really, send me your account number, and I'll transfer the money to you right now. Delete the post after I receive the money."

Tang Feihu hesitated for a second, no, not even a second.

He sent over his bank card number.

Ten minutes later, he dashed to the ATM to check his balance. There was an extra thousand yuan in his account, not a penny less.

He went back to his dorm, sent all the photos he had taken there, and then deleted the post.

After doing all this, he lay on the bed, staring at the upper bunk, and suddenly felt a little empty inside.

She sold her "first love" for a thousand dollars.

He turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

Oh well, Gao Yuanyuan can't possibly be mine anyway...

After receiving the photos, Zhuo Wei opened and read through all the files.

There are five photos in total, including both distant and close-up views, and each taken from a different angle.

But one of the photos shows the man's face clearly. Although it's still a bit blurry, you can already make out his facial features.

"This kid actually got a good shot of the front." Zhuo Wei was overjoyed.

"Who is this?" Feng Ke leaned over and stared at the photo for a long time. "I don't know him. He's quite handsome, a pretty boy. No wonder Fan Binbin and Gao Yuanyuan are interested in him."

"Who cares if we know each other or not?" Zhuo Wei laughed, his eyes narrowing. "As long as we have a clear picture of their faces, that's enough."

He arranged the photos in order and began to devise a reporting angle.

"Bigstar" magazine is a weekly publication and it will be released tomorrow. If you want to catch this wave of popularity, you have to get it done tonight.

At this point, Feng Ke thought for a moment and then asked, "So who exactly is this man? Should we investigate?"

"Investigate, of course we'll investigate," Zhuo Wei said. "But that's not that important. What's most important right now is this front-facing photo. But this guy is connected to two beautiful women and is so handsome, he's probably in the industry too. Ask around, we should be able to find him."

Song Mo was chopping vegetables at the moment, completely unaware that Zhuo Wei was thinking about how to find him.

The incident has happened, but life goes on. We had planned to have dinner with friends today, so naturally we couldn't postpone it.

The kitchen was steaming hot; the dishes were almost ready.

The braised pork ribs were bubbling away in the pot, the stir-fried shredded pork with garlic sauce was ready and plated, and the stir-fried cabbage with vinegar was still simmering in the pot.

Gao Yuanyuan helped set the table in the living room, occasionally peeking into the kitchen.

"How much longer?" she asked.

"The last three dishes, coming right away." Song Mo turned off the stove, served the dishes, and said, "Go open the door, they should be arriving soon."

The doorbell rang just as he finished speaking.

Gao Yuanyuan wiped her hands, walked over and opened the door.

A round-faced girl stood at the door, wearing a pink sweatshirt, with her hair in a ponytail, and carrying a fruit basket.

When she saw that it was Gao Yuanyuan who opened the door, she was stunned for a moment, took a step back, looked up at the door number, then looked at Gao Yuanyuan, looking completely bewildered.

My heart was pounding. Had I gone to the wrong place?

"Who's here?" Song Mo's voice came from the kitchen.

Gao Yuanyuan turned around and replied, "I don't know her."

Upon hearing Song Mo's voice, Jin Sha breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little embarrassed. She said softly, "Um... we can actually get to know each other. My name is Jin Sha, and I'm Song Mo's senior."

Gao Yuanyuan suddenly realized and said with a smile, "Oh, it's you! Come in, come in quickly, he's cooking, it'll be ready soon."

Jinsha changed her shoes, walked in, placed the fruit basket she was carrying on the coffee table, and looked around the house with curiosity.

The living room wasn't big, but it was spacious. Apart from a sofa, a coffee table, and a television, there was almost nothing else on it.

"Sit down, don't be shy." Song Mo poked his head out from the kitchen and waved a spatula at her. "Dinner will be served soon."

Jinsha sat down on the sofa, and Gao Yuanyuan poured her a glass of water. The two looked at each other, both unsure of what to talk about.

Thankfully, the doorbell rang again.

"I guess it's Brother An and his group," Song Mo said.

Gao Yuanyuan ran to open the door, and Jin Sha also looked curiously towards the doorway.

When the door opened, Gao Yuanyuan was stunned.

A woman stood at the door, wearing a black long-sleeved knit sweater, with her hair down and sunglasses on.