Getting into his car, Xiao Yang didn't rush to start the car, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes and thought for a few minutes, he glanced at the electronic watch on the center console, roughly estimated the time difference, took out his mobile phone with some trepidation, pressed 86 plus the area code and a set of fixed-line numbers, looked at the familiar combination of numbers, hesitated for a few seconds, and then resolutely pressed the call button. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This call was wanted to be made as early as the day he woke up, but unfortunately he was not financially independent at that time, and the international calls in this era were extremely expensive, plus he had been planning to become famous some time ago - of course, part of the reason was the pitiful vanity in his bones, thinking that it would not be too late to "return to his hometown" after achieving certain achievements, which has been delayed until now.

After a long wait, a familiar middle-aged male voice came out of the earpiece: "Hey, hello? ”

Xiao Yang's eyes were hot, and the word "Dad" almost blurted out, forcing himself to take a deep breath, and asked in as plain a tone as possible and in a long-lost native voice: "Hello uncle, I am Xiao Yang's classmate, I have something to find him, can you please call him?" ”

"Xiao Yang?" The other party was stunned for a moment, "You made the wrong call, there is no one named Xiao Yang in our family." ”

"I didn't ...... No? Xiao Yang was stunned all of a sudden, "Aren't you Director Xiao of the Teaching Office of the County No. 1 Middle School?" ”

"It's true that I'm Xiao Shuxun, but we don't have the person Xiao Yang you said in our family?"

"Huh?" Xiao Yang was stunned, and was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses, "Oh, maybe I'm mistaken, I'm sorry, uncle." ”

"It's okay, think about it, goodbye."

Subconsciously said goodbye, Xiao Yang hung up the phone blankly, slammed his chin on the steering wheel, looked at the flashing neon outside the window with empty eyes, and had only one thought in his mind: "What's going on with this Nima?" ”

He heard it very clearly just now, the voice on the other end of the phone was indeed his father's voice in his previous life, and his name, work unit and position were all the right numbers, why was there only one person missing "him"?

After thinking about it again and again, he couldn't guess what happened on the other side of the ocean, and he could only temporarily blame it on the appearance of his own traverser who deprived himself of the space that originally belonged to him, and was stunned in the car for a while, and was awakened by the flash of the camera, and saw that there were two reporters on the opposite side of the road who were taking pictures, he quickly cleaned up his mood, started the car and left the parking lot.

Returning by the same road, when driving to the vicinity of Dodger Stadium, there was a traffic jam on Highway 5, Xiao Yang drove down the auxiliary road according to the instructions of the patrol police, and when he wandered around the streets in the eastern suburbs of the city to find the entrance to Highway 10, a patrol police car sounded its siren behind him.

As soon as he got the official driver's license, he was stopped twice in a row, Xiao Yang didn't mention the wonder and depression in his heart, but fortunately, this time the patrol officer recognized him at a glance, and waved his hand after symbolically checking the driver's license, he wanted to ask himself where he had no chance to violate the rules.

When I returned to my uncle's house, just after 9 o'clock in the evening, my cousin Lin Jiayong and his girlfriend had not come back from a date, and I heard him say that he was planning to rent a house with his girlfriend off-campus to live together, Xiao Yang didn't care, and said hello to Lin Yuanhang and his wife, chatted about some topics related to tonight's interview, and went back to his room to rest, and did not mention that he was stopped by the police again.

The next day, Xiao Yang got out of bed early, changed into the sportswear he bought last night and went out for a run.

As soon as he went out, he was embellished by the paparazzi squatting outside the door, he jogged along the street, people drove behind and slowly followed to take pictures, all the way to know and unknown neighbors to say hello, see everyone's eyes glanced at the car behind, Xiao Yang felt that it was stupid to do this, simply stopped and rested for a while, and when the inconspicuous Ford sedan drove to the front, he took the initiative to wave his hand to the people in the car to say hello: "Hi~"

"Hi~" Seeing that his attitude was very friendly, the middle-aged white man driving also waved his hand in response, parked the car, and walked over with a camera, "Good morning, Xiao." ”

"Good morning." Xiao Yang nodded politely, "You are ......"

"Al Larsen, freelance writer." Larsen and Xiao Yang shook hands, "Are you waiting for me, Xiao?" ”

Xiao Yang nodded, "That's right, I'm very curious about your business, I just want to talk to you, but I don't accept any interviews, can you accept it?" ”

"If you can take pictures, you know, that's what we live on, and interviews are the job of professional journalists and columnists." Larsen followed Xiao Yang's footsteps and asked him, "What do you want to talk about?" ”

Xiao Yang thought for a moment, "Why don't you start with how you found my residence?" ”

Larsen laughed, "Come on, it's L.A!" ”

"Okay." Xiao Yang raised his eyebrows in resignation, "Have you stayed outside the door all night?" ”

Larsen shook his head, "Of course not, I came at half past four in the morning, and I waited less than an hour, because I haven't figured out your routine yet." ”

Xiao Yang looked back at the other cars that had just followed, "How did you choose the target to follow?" ”

Larsen beckoned to the red-eyed peers, "Unlike those stupid people who cast their nets everywhere, I only follow and secretly photograph celebrities who have been in the headlines in the past half a month, because I can sell them for a good price." ”

"My pleasure." The other party's outspokenness added a little favor to Xiao Yang, "Can you satisfy my curiosity, how much can my photos be sold for?" ”

"Depending on the content, some newspapers are willing to pay 3,000 to 5,000." Larsen said a little proudly: "Compared with those big-name stars, there is still a bit of a gap, but the price is already very good." ”

"It's fair too." Xiao Yang had a whim: "Why don't we cooperate, I'll pose for you to take pictures according to your requirements, and we'll share dividends after we sell it?" ”

Larsen laughed, "Sorry, man, I can get the picture I want regardless of whether you cooperate or not, so there's no need to give you an extra copy." ”

"Okay." Xiao Yang shrugged his shoulders without mind, "What about those celebrities, how did you keep track of their routines and whereabouts?" ”

"I've got some really good informants, and of course, they don't always work with one person." "For example, managers and waiters at some high-end restaurants, or airport staff, because of the convenience of their work, they can get a list of celebrities who have reserved a table or come in and out of the airport, and they can give it to me or my peers and get paid a lot of money," Larsen said. ”

"It seems that I will have to be careful when I go to a restaurant to book a seat or buy a plane ticket in the future, as long as I can maintain such a high level of popularity." Xiao Yang casually made a joke, and then asked him: "Is it very hard to do what you do, and will it cause any trouble?" ”