Feng Bingbing's Video Call

"Brother Mu, how did it go?"

Fat Tiger and Zhang Hen were waiting in the van. Seeing Lin Mu get in, they quickly asked.

"Not great."

Lin Mu's expression was a little grim. There had been too many variables today.

This round was a close call, and he didn't know what kind of trouble Junior Feng would stir up next.

Fat Tiger and Zhang Hen exchanged a look. Fat Tiger tried to comfort him:

"Brother Mu, it's okay if you get eliminated. You never really practiced singing before, so if this path doesn't work out, we can just go back to being paparazzi!"

Zhang Hen chimed in, "Yeah, let's keep digging up dirt on those actors and bitches!"

"Who said I was eliminated?"

Lin Mu looked up and glanced at the two of them.

"Huh?"

Fat Tiger hesitated, looking at Lin Mu's expression. It really didn't look good.

Zhang Hen asked in a low voice, "Then, Brother Mu, you advanced?"

Lin Mu nodded, rolling down the car window a little to clear his head.

"Holy crap, Brother Mu, you actually advanced? Who are the judges? Are they deaf?"

Fat Tiger exclaimed, blurting out what he really thought. He immediately froze and quickly added, "Ah, no, Brother Mu, I didn't mean it like that. I just thought your singing was so unique before, maybe the judges this time are really into that style, hehe."

Fat Tiger's favorite hobby was hitting up nightclubs with girls. Sometimes, when he got drunk, he'd drag Lin Mu and Zhang Hen along.

Whenever this happened, Lin Mu's singing in the KTV would scare all the hostesses away.

After that, Fat Tiger didn't dare invite Lin Mu out to sing anymore.

When Lin Mu said he was going to participate in Pure Voice, they naturally weren't optimistic. But since Brother Mu wanted to go, they couldn't say no.

They had already prepared themselves for Lin Mu to be eliminated in the first round.

Who would have thought that Brother Mu would advance so soon after entering?

Were the four judges this season blind or deaf?

Lin Mu knew what they were thinking from their expressions and said irritably, "Feng Bingbing is a judge."

"Huh?"

"Brother Mu, your silly junior is a judge?"

They both exclaimed and shook their heads. "This show is doomed."

Lin Mu glared at them. "Junior Feng isn't really stupid; she just has no reservations about me. In front of outsiders, she's very fierce."

Fat Tiger nodded. "That's true. Last month, Feng Bingbing made Xu..."

He changed the word "Xu Lingyu" that was about to come out of his mouth, glancing at Zhang Hen. The fatty whispered, "She made that person cry, and it even made the trending searches, hehe."

Zhang Hen's expression remained blank, as if he hadn't heard the name "Xu."

Lin Mu glared at the fatty and then looked at Zhang Hen before continuing, "Junior Feng almost recognized me."

Fat Tiger said, "That's good if she recognized you. Then she can vote for you every round."

"Did you forget our objective? We need to make money discreetly. If she recognizes me, how can we be discreet?"

Lin Mu couldn't say that if he were recognized, he might be confessed to by Junior Feng on the spot again, which would be hard to handle.

Zhang Hen nodded in agreement. "Brother Mu is right. We're paparazzi; we have to be low-key."

"Idiot, Brother Mu said we're not called paparazzi; we're called 'guardians of the entertainment industry'!"

Fat Tiger cursed.

"Who are you calling an idiot?"

"Calling you a pretty boy!"

"Heh, a fat and short loser."

"What the hell did you say?!"

Lin Mu rubbed his temples and said calmly, "Zhou Yiyi is also a judge."

The car instantly fell silent.

Fat Tiger turned to look at Lin Mu, his eyes bloodshot. "That trash Zhou Yiyi is also a judge?"

Lin Mu nodded.

Zhang Hen let out a cold laugh. "Pure Voice? Heh, isn't that just doing anything for views."

"Damn it! How can trash like Zhou Yiyi, who doesn't even have a few songs, be a mentor? That bitch Chen is truly blind!"

Fat Tiger punched the car door.

With Sky Screen's information network, they naturally knew Chen Xin was the chief director of Pure Voice.

"Heh, do you like that old woman now?"

Zhang Hen sneered.

Fat Tiger had peculiar taste; he only liked mature women.

He looked down on the countless beautiful artists in the entertainment industry, yet he was quite fond of Chen Xin, a female director over thirty-five.

Chen Xin had a bit of trouble in the past and had asked Sky Screen for help. Fat Tiger had even given her a fifty percent discount.

He didn't expect this bitch to "repay kindness with enmity" by inviting Fat Tiger's enemy to be a mentor.

Although Chen Xin was unaware of all this.

Fat Tiger was still very upset.

"Damn it! I should have charged her double back then!"

"Heh, lust clouds judgment."

"Are you saying that again?"

Lin Mu raised his hand slightly, and both men fell silent. Lin Mu said slowly, "I specifically observed Zhou Yiyi while recording the show. He seems a bit slow-witted. This might be an opportunity."

"I'll go tail him!" Fat Tiger immediately understood and volunteered.

Lin Mu nodded and patted Fat Tiger's shoulder.

"Don't rush. Be careful. Zhou Yiyi may not have many other skills, but he has plenty of bodyguards. If this doesn't work out this time, there will be other opportunities. Take your time."

Zhang Hen said, "Brother Mu, let me go. Fat Tiger is getting fatter lately; he's not suitable for tailing people."

"What did you say?! I was already tailing people when you were still a lapdog!"

Fat Tiger's eyes widened, and the fat on his face jiggled.

Zhang Hen's face darkened.

Realizing he'd said the wrong thing, Fat Tiger scratched his head and slapped himself.

"I'm an idiot!"

Zhang Hen looked at him and nodded. "I agree."

"Fuck!"

Just then, Lin Mu's phone suddenly rang with a WeChat video call notification.

He took out his phone in surprise and his expression immediately fell.

"Who is it, Brother Mu?"

Fat Tiger and Zhang Hen leaned in curiously, then exclaimed in surprise.

Zhang Hen looked at Lin Mu with a strange expression.

The person calling Lin Mu on WeChat video was Feng Bingbing.

Lin Mu couldn't help but feel speechless.

Wasn't this woman recording the show?

She still had time to video call him?

Was her agent useless, not managing her at all?!

Lin Mu directly pressed reject.

"Brother Mu, why didn't you answer?"

Fat Tiger asked curiously.

Lin Mu didn't answer and said, "Drive me back to the company, quickly!"

"Oh."

Seeing Brother Mu's unhappy expression, Fat Tiger didn't dare to ask more. He started the car and sped towards Lin Mu's company.

On the way, Feng Bingbing called again via video, but Lin Mu still didn't answer.

An hour later, they arrived at the entrance of the small state-owned enterprise where Lin Mu worked.

Feng Bingbing's video call came again. This time, Lin Mu didn't hang up. He got out of the car with a dark expression and turned to instruct the two men, "Be careful not to cross the line with Zhou Yiyi. That group of 'white dogs' has been acting suspiciously lately; don't give them an opportunity."

"Yes, Brother Mu."

The two agreed and watched Lin Mu get out of the car and walk into the factory gate.

"A Hen, don't you think Brother Mu and Feng Bingbing are acting a bit strange?" Fat Tiger suddenly asked.

Zhang Hen didn't answer, slamming the car door shut. "Let's go, time to get to work."

The van behind them sped away, spewing white smoke. Lin Mu smiled and waved to the guard, then answered Feng Bingbing's video call.

His voice was gentle and honest. "Junior, what made you think of calling me? Is something up?"