Just half an hour later, the woman arrived at the man's apartment.
She was tall, with a high nose bridge and gold-rimmed glasses.
She had an air of intelligence about her.
When Curly saw her, a trace of admiration appeared in his eyes.
The woman named Amy watched the video once, then said excitedly,
"Michelle, you did a fantastic job. We've never been able to get this close to Wang Yi talking to another woman before. But are you sure he didn't notice you?"
Michelle nodded, his face flushed with excitement. "Of course not."
The woman patted Michelle on the shoulder. "That's great. Hurry up and play it. Let's see if Wang Yi said anything revealing."
With that, she had Michelle start the video, then added, "Turn on the translation software, too. I can understand Chinese, but I'm not familiar enough with some of the more obscure words to translate them accurately."
So Michelle turned on the translation software as well.
The video soon showed Wang Yi talking with Meng Chao.
The translation software rendered their words in English.
At first, Michelle and Amy were both excited, but gradually their enthusiasm faded, and their brows furrowed.
Nearly half an hour had passed, and Wang Yi and the female reporter had talked about nothing important.
Michelle glanced at Amy's expression and grew anxious.
The video would end in another minute. He hoped they'd uncover something shocking during that final minute.
Just then, Wang Yi and the female reporter were talking on the screen, and the translation software displayed the English translation.
Wang Yi said, "See that guy with the curly hair over there? He's definitely a paparazzo."
"His technique is so unprofessional. I spotted him at the second turn."
"He must be a rookie."
Michelle's cheeks burned as he watched the