95: I haven't gotten on the bus yet!

Xinan Daily.

"Quick, quick, quick! Our Xinan Daily must get the first-hand news. I heard this missing person, Gao Xiaofan, is even from our H City."

The headquarters of Xinan Daily was brightly lit. A video conference was being held in the meeting room, where several key leaders looked at the screen showing Xinan Daily's resident reporter in Annan City.

"We have already set out, but due to the impact of the debris flow, the mountain roads are affected. It's estimated that we'll arrive tomorrow morning at the earliest."

Chunjiang News Station.

"We should send someone to Annan this time. We don't have any reporters there, so it might be hard work for everyone..."

"I'll go!" Zhao Yuling stood up and spoke before the leader could finish, her eyes red as she stared at the screen.

Something had happened to Gao Xiaofan!

She was the one who recommended him for this variety show!

Everyone in the meeting room looked at the determined girl and remained silent. Finally, the Station Manager nodded.

"Go then. Set out now. I'll arrange a car for you, and you can assign the accompanying staff."

Scenes like this were happening all over the country. A rare debris flow natural disaster had occurred again, and it involved a mega-influencer with 30 million fans. Countless news media outlets were gathering in Annan... Zhao Yuling sat in the car, looking at the messages in the die-hard fan group that Li Yuer had pulled her into that night.

"I have already set out. I will let everyone know if there is any news."

Just as she turned off her phone to lie down for a bit after sending the message, she felt her phone vibrate.

Intentional Punch: "Are you that woman who filmed Brother Wo Zi catching the Alligator Gar last time?"

Zhao Yuling looked at the message on her phone and was about to reply.

Intentional Punch: "Send your location. I'll have someone pick you up. You guys can't get in right now."

Zhao Yuling smiled. Sitting in the car, she covered her mouth and nodded, her nose tingling as the tears she had been holding back could no longer be controlled.

Brother Fan's fans are all so nice~

Half an hour later, the cameraman and the driver watched the helicopter flying away in the sky with bewildered expressions.

"Station Manager, Reporter Zhao is gone... what do we do now?"

"Ah???"

"Reporter Zhao flew away and took my camera with her."

"What the hell are you talking about~"

"It's true, a helicopter picked her up..."

Station Manager: "??? Then you guys come back."

...Zhao Yuling looked at the man in front of her. She had seen him last time; after all, that golden hair was hard to forget.

However, seeing him this time, his hair was a normal black.

"Thank you, Brother Quan."

Zhao Yuling said softly.

Zhao Fu glanced at Zhao Yuling, whose eyes were red, and tilted his chin up.

"You women are just a hassle. What are you crying for? Brother Wo Zi isn't dead yet."

After speaking, he ignored Zhao Yuling and started looking at the tablet in his hand.

Zhao Fu lowered his head, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. The women Brother Wo Zi encountered were really not bad, which actually made him a bit envious.

Zhao Yuling wasn't angry and nodded heavily: "You're right, Brother Wo Zi is fine. We're going to pick him up and bring him home right now!"

"We'll pick up one more person when we reach Annan. As for whether he's willing or not, I don't know."

...Jing Yu watched as public opinion online flooded toward Gao Xiaofan while no one paid attention to the Program Production Crew, and she smiled with satisfaction.

As the Operations Director of iQiyi, how could she not have a few tricks up her sleeve?

A country bumpkin with no background—if something happened, it happened. What could he do to me~

The assistant beside her couldn't help but say, "Sister Jing, what if Gao Xiaofan isn't dead? Then we might..."

"Is there something wrong with your brain or mine? Do you think that's possible?"

Jing Yu mocked her mercilessly.

"A debris flow? It's been so long, and you're telling me he could survive? Why don't you go try it yourself?"

The assistant laughed dryly and stopped talking.

Damn it, I can't work this job anymore. I just asked a question and got lashed out at.

Jing Yu turned back to her phone, looking at the public opinion storm she had manipulated with her own hands, and smiled with satisfaction again.

Inside the hotel, on the same floor, in another room.

Qiu Gu hadn't slept all night, scrolling through his phone. TikTok was constantly pushing videos related to the Annan debris flow, which occupied the third spot on the trending list.

Looking at the official announcement, he couldn't help but frown, but then he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had let something go.

Watching the narrative being pushed by self-media, he couldn't help but sigh, but he didn't take any action. He just swiped away quickly, as if he didn't want to see it.

Suddenly the phone rang. Qiu Gu looked at the incoming call from T City with a face full of confusion.

"Hello?"

After listening, Qiu Gu remained silent for a long time, his expression constantly changing as he just quietly listened to the voice on the other end.

"Do us a favor. No other requirements, just help us find some clues."

"It was clear from the livestream that Xiaofan had a good relationship with you and treated you like a big brother. Maybe he's still alive. If you don't come, you'll be cutting off that sliver of hope for him."

"Fine, I'll come."

After hanging up, he quickly climbed out of bed. As soon as his feet hit the floor, his leg cramped violently, and a piercing pain shot through him. Qiu Gu bit his tongue and didn't make a sound. He put on his clothes and limped out of the hotel without attracting anyone's attention.

A Mercedes was parked quietly at the hotel entrance. After Qiu Gu got in, the engine roared. With the pedal to the floor in S gear, the car lunged forward, causing a small ripple in the quiet town... The mountain road to Xiushui Village.

A group of people were gathered together, livestreaming, carrying cameras, speaking into microphones, and holding up lights.

"Hello everyone, I am Zhang Hui, a reporter for Xinan Daily. Behind me is the mountain road leading to Xiushui Village. We can see that under the impact of the debris flow, the mountain road has been affected. There are rocks and silt everywhere, and this is still a full seven or eight kilometers away from Xiushui Village where the debris flow broke out."

"From this, we can see how damaging the debris flow is. The road ahead is blocked by some fallen trees that were washed away, lying across the mountain road. We have already contacted people to clear it. Additionally, regarding the rescue situation of the mega-influencer Brother Wo Zi with 30 million fans that everyone is concerned about, we have learned that Annan City will dispatch helicopters early this morning for rescue and search operations... This station... will continue... to track and report."

Zhang Hui held the microphone, unable to help but look up at the helicopter in the sky, his words stumbling.

"Vroom, vroom, vroom~" The roar of the helicopter quickly streaked overhead.

Holy crap, I just said they'd enter the mountains later this morning, so why are they entering now? Isn't this a slap in the face~

And didn't the company headquarters settle it with Annan City that the rescue team would take him along for the livestream this time?

I haven't even gotten on the vehicle yet~

...Inside the helicopter, Zhao Fu sat in the front row. Qiu Gu was dripping with sweat, enduring the pain while carrying a camera with a phone clipped beside it. Zhao Yuling was holding a microphone and gave an 'OK' gesture.