"Brother Lou, who was that just now?"
When Old Zhou returned with the food, he saw the reporter Ah Shui leaving and asked curiously.
Bai Youlou waved his hand. "Just a reporter. He asked a few questions."
"Did you give him a red envelope?" Old Zhou immediately reminded him.
Giving reporters red envelopes was one of the unspoken rules in the industry. It was a travel allowance, after all. Since they were helping promote you, you couldn't expect them to do it for free.
Bai Youlou stretched his mouth into a mocking grin. "That guy came here to set me up. Giving him a red envelope would've been a waste. He'd take my money and curse me with it. Where's the sense in that?"
"Huh? The haters from back home followed us here?"
"Tell me, is it possible that I don't have any fans left right now? They're all haters?"
"Good point!"
The two exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.
Old Zhou's mindset was completely different now. Anxious? What use was being anxious?
It was better to set aside personal decency and enjoy a shameless life together with Brother Lou.
Meanwhile, outside the Palais des Festivals, reporter Ah Shui was organizing his interview notes when the intern beside him finally couldn't hold back.
"Brother Shui, how are we going to report on Bai Youlou?"
"Praise him first, then tear him down. Start by blowing him to the skies—really lay it on thick. Focus mainly on his confidence, hehe. Then wait until after the closing ceremony and awards before publishing the report."
"That ruthless?" The intern clicked his tongue.
Ah Shui shook his head, the smile still on his face. "We're the media. Do you know what the media is?"
"Uh, a medium for spreading information?"
"Wrong. We're the uncrowned