After my divorce, I started to have good luck-Chapter 1121 - 591: The Paparazzo’s Self-Cultivation (2)

He had already checked this point; he indeed graduated from that university, but he was not an undergraduate from the main campus. Instead, he was an undergraduate from a joint program college under that university.

There is still some substantial difference between them. The 211 main campus and the joint program college are vastly different in qualifications.

The former is a state-owned public institution, while the latter is privately owned.

In other words, although he has a bachelor's degree, it is actually from a private university. His contracted agency deliberately misleads the public on this point, causing people to subconsciously believe that he is an undergrad from the 211 university.

If he truly held such a legitimate 211 bachelor's degree, he would arguably overshadow most other artists in the domestic entertainment circle.

The true academic qualifications of those well-known artists back home are generally not high. Even those who graduate from top art schools cannot compare their cultural degrees with those from 211 universities, let alone 985 universities.

Because everyone knows that art students generally have poor grades in cultural courses. Many art colleges accept students with scores of two or three hundred; those who score above 500 are extremely rare. Compared to other candidates, they can be considered the worst of the worst students.

Zhao Bo is similar to this type of art student, applying to the private college's aviation services major, a very niche specialization. Ge Dong has already found out that his cultural course score in the college entrance exam was only 359. Among art student applicants, this score is not low, just barely above the undergraduate admission line.

Revealing this fact would undoubtedly tarnish Zhao Bo's reputation, making it impossible for him to maintain his scholar image from then on.

Ge Dong watched as Zhao Bo, graceful as ever, waved greetings to his fan club members, deliberately stopping to take photos and sign autographs for them, appearing very attentive to his fans.

Finally, several airport security personnel came over to separate him from his fans, escorting him outside the airport with two of his assistants.

Ge Dong quickly followed, walked to the parking lot, drove his car, and easily tailed the conspicuous black nanny van at the exit.

Zhao Bo and his management company have always been high-profile, taking great care in their comings and goings. This Honda Odyssey was rented specifically for this purpose.

Ge Dong had already discovered through his own channels the details of Zhao Bo's upcoming itinerary.

This time, Zhao Bo was attending the brand launch event for a well-known clothing company, located in a large shopping mall in the bustling area of Xiu Zhou.

Although this clothing brand has some fame in the country, it is not very big; otherwise, they wouldn't invite someone like Zhao Bo, who just recently rose to fame as a popular young star.

However, with such an event, Zhao Bo could easily earn 500,000. For ordinary people, this is very profitable.

Hence, it's quite normal for entertainment reporter Ge Dong to feel envious and jealous—after all, he makes his living off these celebrities.

Riding in the nanny van, Zhao Bo went directly to that mall, while Ge Dong did not follow immediately and arrived a few minutes later.

He then stayed at the mall for about two hours in the afternoon, leaving only after Zhao Bo finished the commercial event.

After the mall event, Zhao Bo went to a nearby five-star hotel to rest.

Reluctantly, Ge Dong also booked a room in the same hotel, just one floor below Zhao Bo's room, costing over three thousand a night, which could only be described as expensive.

Ge Dong quickly spent a thousand yuan bribing a cleaning lady, asking her to keep an eye on Zhao Bo upstairs, and to alert him if any unfamiliar women entered or exited, promising another thousand.

The cleaning lady increased her price to two thousand, and Ge Dong agreed to the deal.

But unexpectedly, the cleaning lady immediately went upstairs and informed Zhao Bo's group, receiving a five-thousand-yuan reward, betraying him completely.

More than half an hour later, the landline phone in Ge Dong's room rang. He subconsciously thought it was the cleaning lady calling, so he answered it immediately.

Unexpectedly, it was a pleasant young female voice on the other end, asking if he needed massage services.

Ge Dong instantly knew what was going on. Had it been in a quick hotel or motel, or had he not been divorced, he might not dare. But ever since his divorce and with some money on hand over the past two or three years, he hadn't shied away from massage parlors and bath centers.

After a brief hesitation, he inquired about the prices in detail and eventually ordered a full-body massage service.

Soon after, the doorbell rang, and Ge Dong hurriedly opened the door in anticipation.

But as soon as the door opened, two burly men shoved him directly into the room and quickly shut the door again.

"What are you doing?" Ge Dong was scared inside but appeared to act tough on the surface, "This is a five-star hotel, there are surveillance cameras."

The response was a hefty slap that left him seeing stars, with one side of his face immediately swelling up.

"Who sent you?"

"I..."

Ge Dong just tried to speak, but another heavy slap immediately made his lips bleed, leaving him completely disoriented.

Instead of saying more, the two men pressed him onto the carpet and pummeled him, leaving him bruised and swollen shortly.

"Who are you? Why are you hitting me?"

Ge Dong was both angry and puzzled, vaguely guessing it might be Zhao Bo upstairs, but then thinking Zhao Bo wasn't from Xiu Zhou, and these two men hadn't been with him before, so it shouldn't be him.

Another slap was the response, and then the bald man sternly said, "I'm the one asking questions. Now, for every question I ask, you answer one. If you don't answer or if your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll smack you."

Without waiting for Ge Dong to respond, the person asked, "Who sent you?"

"No one sent me..."

"Pow!"

"I'm a reporter from 'Entertainment Weekly'," Ge Dong confessed truthfully to avoid more beatings.

"A paparazzi, huh? Don't you know Bo's background?" The bald man sternly questioned.

Ge Dong was a bit bewildered. He had done a background check on Zhao Yibo before, and his parents were just ordinary working-class people.

"Listen, kid." The bald man lightly patted his face twice and said slowly, "Bo's uncle is named Chen Tianzhao. Ever heard of him?"

Initially stunned, Ge Dong was suddenly jolted awake. He had indeed heard of Chen Tianzhao, considered a legendary figure from Xiu Zhou who started in the 80s driving taxis and later became a real estate tycoon known throughout East Sea Province and the nation for developing hotels and malls. The five-star hotel he was staying in now was a property under Chen Tianzhao's group.

No way, Ge Dong really never would have thought in his wildest dreams that Zhao Bo had such a powerful uncle.

And with such a powerful uncle, why did he choose to become a pop star?