Became a vicious male mother

32, New Illustrated Guide 2.0

"You must be Mr. Gu? Take a picture, take a picture." The cameraman, dressed in all black, patted the excessively large bag on his back.

The camera protruding from the bag captured Gu Xinglan without reservation.

This outfit and physique make him a standard cameraman.

Gu Xinglan smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Gu Xinglan."

The cameraman, carrying his camera, was looking at people through a screen, but his hand unconsciously touched the bridge of his nose.

As a result, I got a nose full of dust: "Um, let me wash my hands first."

"Here's the thing, I'm here today for a test shoot. Did the production team send you the script?"

Gu Xinglan nodded: "There were a lot of things to do yesterday, I haven't seen it yet."

"It's nothing, I just came here to test the shooting equipment and ambient lighting, and also, I'd like to introduce you to a friend."

During their conversation, the two of them walked deeper into the urban village.

At the alley entrance, a landlord was rubbing his hands together, looking quite pleased with himself.

I heard that this area might be demolished after the show is filmed, and the landlord kept talking about the glory days of the urban village while leading the way.

They'll say anything, from a Taoist's "feng shui treasure land" to a government official's "hot commodity" or "precious gem."

But the further they went in, the more obvious the unbearable smell became.

It smells like gasoline mixed with secondhand smoke, and the aftertaste is still the pungent smell of stray dogs.

The landlord stopped talking, his expression slightly furrowed, and he alternated between holding his breath and taking deep breaths, his face turning completely red.

When he turned around, the cameraman's expression remained unchanged, as if he were a veteran of countless battles; he didn't even react to the frail and thin woman.

I didn't see it clearly because of my presbyopia, but now that I can see it clearly, my eyes widen instantly.

This pale, thin man was simply too strikingly handsome, looking completely out of place in this world, as if he existed in another world, on a different level from them.

Wow, she really looks like she stepped out of a painting.

The landlord cleared his throat.

Gu Xinglan, who was being scrutinized, was completely unaware of it, her attention entirely focused on the children playing and frolicking around her.

The children were filthy.

His face was patchy with black and white, and his exposed fingernails were full of grime. He was thin as a skeleton.

Feeling sorry for her, Gu Xinglan turned her face away.

If he couldn't improve their situation, then his sympathy would be superfluous. Suddenly, the image of Li Hetai's feigned kindness yesterday flashed into his mind.

"Mr. Gu."

The cameraman next to them suddenly spoke up.

Gu Xinglan was startled.

"I know you work for Tianxing Media."

Gu Xinglan: ?

Tianxing works under Meng Guanhe and is the main company responsible for this program, so it's not surprising that the cameraman knows him.

The cameraman gave him a reassuring look: "If you want to help these kids, you should focus on doing a good job on this show so that more people can see it. If the land is demolished, you'll earn a lot that most people can't even dream of in their entire lives."

Gu Xinglan: ...

Naive.

Most of these children belong to the tenants; they don't even see a penny of money.

The photographer, who came from a big city and had filmed deserts and swamps, was now transferred to this small place, but he wasn't unhappy at all.

It seems that Meng Guanhe has given enough money.

The three of them slowly walked deeper into the alley, where all the plastic bottles of various types were lined up on both sides, making it difficult for the three of them to walk side by side.

“Well, that’s my house up ahead.” The landlord said with a look of disgust, waving his hand in front of his nose: “The male tenant inside is a gambling addict, and the female tenant is a… cough cough cough.” The landlord stopped talking: “Don’t argue with me, you cultured people, I’m not cultured.”

In Wushui, the rich are extremely rich, and the poor are treated like cattle or horses, depending on their breed.

The cameraman turned on the camera and immediately got into the zone, oblivious to everything around him, focusing solely on the screen.

Gu Xinglan replied, "What about the children?"

"Like father, like son!" The landlord had been talking to himself the whole way, but now that someone was asking him a question, he became agitated: "One word: good-for-nothing. He hangs out with the homeless people in the neighborhood all day long. He hasn't washed himself in days. He's dirtier than a dog on the street."

"I heard you're filming a show here, so I went to get someone to bathe him yesterday. It took several basins of water to get him clean." The landlord quietly leaned closer to Gu Xinglan and said, "That male tenant is notorious around here for being spineless and unable to have children! I don't know where this child came from, but he's some bastard from."

Gu Xinglan frowned.