Bob's eyes held a light!
To be precise, it was a fire of rage!
This was the first time he had felt anger towards his own country, the US.
Damn it.
The Hawaiian Islands were US territory.
Meng Hao had stayed there for several days without being secretly apprehended, and now all the pressure was being dumped on him.
Truly.
A useless person!
One must understand.
If Meng Hao couldn't be dealt with outside the country, then in China, secretly kidnapping and abducting him to take him away would be even more difficult.
One must understand.
China was known as the safest country in the world… bar none.
Especially for a celebrity like Meng Hao.
Seeing his foreign master's displeased expression.
He Yuetang, the leader of the internet trolls and a sycophant, edged closer.
"Mr. Bob."
"There's a saying in our China: the safest place can also be the most dangerous."
Huh?
Bob stopped his thoughts and fixed his gaze on He Yuetang.
"Hmm?"
"Do you have any brilliant ideas?"
He Yuetang blinked, but remained silent.
As expected.
This guy.
He wouldn't move without a reason.
Previously, he had fronted millions of US dollars and constantly urged him to increase his investment.
Now, if he didn't cover the deficit from the additional expenses and give him some benefits, he likely wouldn't work hard.
"Along with the news from the US that Meng Hao was not secretly apprehended in the Hawaiian Islands, an additional sum of funding was provided… around fifteen million!"
"I'll transfer seven million to you first… that's about half the cost… these seven million, after covering your previous expenses, will leave a significant surplus for your operational costs!"
As he spoke.
Bob typed furiously on his computer keyboard.
Seven million US dollars were successfully transferred to He Yuetang's account.
Heh heh.
The eyes of this internet troll leader and utterly wicked fraudster, He Yuetang, instantly became much clearer.
"Oh, Mr. Bob, what's with the politeness between us!"
Bob curled his lip.
He couldn't be bothered to expose the other party and quietly waited for He Yuetang's brilliant idea.
"Do you understand the term 'darkness under the lamp'…"
"The more unlikely a place is to have problems, the more prone it is to errors…"
"As a manager of internet trolls, I have connections with many celebrity teams…"
Connections with celebrity teams?
What did that have to do with dealing with Meng Hao and getting him to the US?
Seemingly sensing Bob's confusion.
He Yuetang blinked, his expression filled with sinister cunning.
"You don't know."
"In our China, the fan circles are terrifying."
"Especially those brainless, fanatical female supporters!"
He then mumbled a few words in a low voice.
Bob, who understood He Yuetang's "brilliant idea," burst into laughter.
"Brilliant, truly brilliant."
"With this plan, even if we can't tarnish Meng Hao's reputation, we can at least make his life miserable!"
"Hey, my dear He, I've discovered that in your China, there are many geniuses who are extremely adept at internal strife and attacking their own people!"
"If this malicious scheme succeeds, I'll add another two million US dollars."
He Yuetang's smile was somewhat strained.
He really couldn't figure out if Bob was praising him or deliberately belittling him.
However.
It didn't matter.
As long as there was money to be made.
This white devil could say whatever he wanted.
Making money.
It's not shameful.
…
At two thirty in the afternoon.
The car Qin Muyan rented was about to arrive at their hotel.
In the back seat of the car.
Meng Hao had a beautiful woman on each side.
However.
Both women were gripping one of Meng Hao's arms tightly.
Their grip was incredibly strong.
The driver, while slowly driving, kept glancing at the rearview mirror.
Damn it.
Surrounded by two women.
This young man truly had a lot of romantic luck!
A lot of romantic luck?
Meng Hao was on the verge of tears!
These two girls.
They were pulling his arms, pinching his wrists, and squeezing his soft flesh.
He was almost crying from the pain.
The two girls were fighting when they met, which had nothing to do with Meng Hao, but why should he bear this physical pain?!
However.
To be fair.
The hands of both girls were indeed quite soft, like tender shoots.
Yes.
It would be better if they were a little warmer.
In this dual torment of ice and fire.
Meng Hao, suffering and yet also experiencing joy, finally arrived at the hotel.
The driver drove the car into the underground parking lot, and before leaving, he couldn't help but glance at Meng Hao, who was surrounded by two women.
This kind of fortune with beautiful women was truly enviable.
Huarong Technology had 1 billion on its books.
As the presumed future mistress of the company, Qin Muyan certainly didn't intend to save money for Meng Hao.
The hotel she booked was the best presidential suite in the best five-star hotel in Shanghai.
The kind that cost over ten thousand yuan per night.
Reportedly.
Many international celebrities, foreign dignitaries, and big stars had stayed at this five-star hotel.
With both women linking arms, Meng Hao walked towards the hotel, garnering many envious glances.
Huh?
Why were there so many people at the hotel entrance?
At the entrance of this high-end five-star hotel.
Hundreds of girls of various heights and builds, generally young, were gathered.
They held banners, raised signs of a person whose gender was difficult to discern, and were engaging in frenzied self-entertainment like they had been injected with stimulants.
"The hotel should do something about this!"
"Gathering so many people in a busy area, aren't they afraid of causing a stampede!"
After finally pushing through the crowd.
As he was about to enter the hotel.
A black GL8 minivan stopped at the hotel entrance.
As the car door opened.
A being with a face smeared with white makeup, bangs that hung over its eyes, and a gender impossible to determine, strode towards the hotel surrounded by seven or eight bodyguards.
Huh?
This creature, whose gender was indistinguishable, seemed to be coming towards me.
Meng Hao muttered to himself.
Just then, the frenzied crowd surged towards them like a tide.
"Wow, it's Kun Kun!"
"I love Kun Kun the most!"
"Kun Kun is so cute!"
"I really want to be Kun Kun's bestie!"
Kun Kun?
That thing that was widely referred to as "Chicken Brother" by normal men?
Although Meng Hao didn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry, he knew a bit about fan culture.
It wasn't that he deliberately paid attention.
It was just that these fanatics, comparable to cult followers, plastered their idols all over the internet… it was practically polluting the internet.
However.
In his impression.
This trainee who had been training for two and a half years, known as Chicken Brother, Kun Kun, should be a man.
This appearance, this attire, looked more like a woman from any angle.
And the fans' descriptions.
Cute?
Bestie???
Kun Kun?????
These were clearly adjectives for men!
"This is both crazy and hilarious!"
"I heard that this trainee, Kun Kun, who has been training for two and a half years, has a signature song called 'Wei Wei Wei'... a purely foreign language song that won the Best Mandarin Song award!"
Meng Hao muttered a few casual remarks.
He wasn't interested in such brainless traffic stars at all.
He instinctively dragged the two women towards the hotel.
It was almost three o'clock.
The live broadcast time he promised his viewers was four o'clock.
He still needed to go back to his room to freshen up, so he couldn't waste any time.