William's intuition was reliable. In a car under a bridge not far from the Hilton Hotel, John Taylor of The Sun was trembling with excitement. He kept saying, "I'm going to be rich. Haha, I'm going to be rich. I'm going to be famous. After working as a reporter for five or six years, I've finally dug up a big piece of news. Let's see what that fat pig supervisor says this time."
He had followed Chelsea's Dennis Wise to the Hilton Hotel the previous night to take some lacy photos of Dennis Wise, but he had not managed to get anything after waiting for a whole night.
After seven in the morning, he changed shifts with his partner and walked into the Hilton Hotel, pretending to be waiting for someone. In fact, he was looking for his high school classmate, Claudio. Claudio worked at the Hilton Hotel.
After sitting for about ten minutes, John Taylor asked a staff member for directions to the restroom. After washing his face, brushing his teeth, and taking care of his urgent business, John Taylor sat in the hotel lobby and pretended to be waiting for someone.
When it was past eight in the morning, John Taylor bumped into his high school classmate, Claudio. John Taylor gave Claudio a look and walked unhurriedly to the restroom.
Claudio did not wait long before he entered the restroom. As soon as he entered, he grabbed John Taylor by the collar and pulled him over.
"You're crazy, John. I'm working now. If the foreman sees me, he'll fire me," Claudio complained in a low voice.
John Taylor did not dare to be rude to Claudio. Claudio had been in the English army for six or seven years and had only retired due to injury. He hurriedly comforted him. "Relax, Claudio. It's okay. There's only the two of us in the restroom. If someone comes in, we'll hear it. Listen, buddy, I came to the hotel with Chelsea's Dennis Wise."
"The Dennis Wise who equalized AC Milan at the San Siro in the Champions League?" Claudio asked.
"That's right, it's him. He's currently very newsworthy. If we can get a picture of him cheating, we'll be rich. We can sell it to The Sun for at least ten thousand pounds. Claudio, you'll get half of it. Think about it, that's three months of your salary," John Taylor enticed.
"Fuck, I received a notice yesterday that there will be a few big companies coming to the hotel for a meeting today. I have to go to the meeting room in a bit. Bastards, why did they have to come at this time? They're delaying me from earning money. I'm still waiting to buy a birthday present for my child," Claudio complained.
"What time does the meeting begin?" John Taylor asked.
"Nine o'clock in the morning. Why?" Claudio replied.
"It's okay. We still have a chance. Dennis Wise hasn't come out yet. Claudio, you go to the meeting room first. My phone will be set to vibrate. We still have time. It won't take you long to tidy up in the meeting room. I'll wait for you in the lobby."
"Okay, I'll settle the meeting room as soon as possible. I'll go to the reception desk and wait there. I can see the elevator from there. If I see Dennis Wise, I'll give you a call. Who knows, I might even be able to secretly plant the listening device you gave me last time on him."
"That's even better. Claudio, you should use what you've learned. You won't be able to make a lot of money if you're honest all the time," John Taylor said.
"Don't talk nonsense. I have a wife and a child now. I can't take risks. I'll go to the meeting room first. Wait for my call. John, don't fall asleep," Claudio joked.
"Get lost. I'm a professional reporter."
"Reporter? Aren't you a paparazzi?"
"Bastard, I'm a reporter. A reporter. I'm a university graduate who majored in media," John Taylor growled in a low voice.
"Okay, okay. You're a reporter." Claudio rolled his eyes speechlessly. So what if you're a university graduate? You're still a paparazzi.
When Claudio was about to leave the bathroom, John Taylor, who had worked as a paparazzi for five or six years, stopped Claudio and took out a tape recorder. He handed it to Claudio and said, "Didn't you say there's a big company coming over for a meeting today? Let's buy insurance. Who knows, we might be able to record something useful."
"Are you crazy, John? How can people like us mess with these big companies? Don't get me into trouble." Claudio immediately disagreed. He didn't want to be caught as a corporate spy. What would happen to his wife and child if that happened?
"Don't worry. We'll listen to it first. If it can't be reported, I definitely won't hand it over to the newspaper. I haven't lived long enough. Don't worry. We'll listen to it together. If you think it's dangerous, we won't do it," John Taylor promised.
"Okay. I won't give it to you first. John, if you want to mess with these big companies, wait until you're a famous reporter. I don't want to see you in prison one day."
"Screw you, Claudio. I won't go in even if you do."
"Okay, I'm leaving first. Keep an eye out for my call."
John Taylor had been waiting for Claudio's call the entire morning, but he still hadn't gotten a call from him. He was getting anxious, and just as he was about to call Claudio, Claudio's call came in first.
"Hello, Claudio. How is it? Dennis Wise is out," John Taylor hurriedly asked.
"John, don't worry about that shorty Dennis Wise. John, I think we're going to be rich. Do you know what was recorded in the meeting room? John, we're going to be rich. Your newspaper will definitely spend a lot of money to buy this recording."
Claudio thought that he might get tens of thousands of pounds from the newspaper this time. With this money, his financial situation would improve greatly. He couldn't wait to call John Taylor.
"Wait for me, John. Chase your assistant away. I'll go to your car to find you. Remember, it's a secret." With that, Claudio hung up.
"Hello, hello." John Taylor called out several times. When he saw that Claudio had hung up, he remembered that Claudio had told him to chase his assistant away. John Taylor said to his assistant, "Peter, it's noon. Go to the restaurant for lunch. Rest for a while and wait for my call."
Peter saw that John Taylor had hung up and sent him away. He knew that John Taylor didn't want him to know about something. He nodded and said, "Okay, John. I'm just hungry. I'll go to the restaurant for lunch. Should I bring you lunch?"
"You eat first. We'll talk when I'm hungry. Peter, I'll call you if I need it," John Taylor said.
"Okay, then I'll go." With that, Peter opened the car door and went to the restaurant.
John Taylor didn't wait for more than a few minutes. Claudio, who had been watching Peter walk into the restaurant from afar, opened the car door and got into the car.
"Bastard, Claudio. What kind of recording is it? Why are you so cautious? Let me listen to it." John Taylor couldn't wait to ask Claudio when he saw him get into the car.
"Don't worry. I'll play it for you now. We agreed that I want half of it. Otherwise, you know my skills. Don't even think about taking the recorder away from me," Claudio reminded him.
"Okay, okay. Bastard, play the recording now."
Claudio reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. Instead of taking out the recorder, he pressed the play button in the inside pocket of his jacket.
Claudio was a staff member of the hotel, and this was the first time he used the skills that he had learned since he retired from the army. He carefully avoided the eyes of his colleagues, and everything went smoothly without alerting anyone. He took the tape recorder and placed it in his pocket.
During lunch, he had listened to the recording with his earphones outside the hotel. So, he had fast-forwarded the recording to the part where someone started talking in the meeting room.
As soon as he pressed the play button, John Taylor heard a young man's voice coming from the recorder.
"Welcome, gentlemen. My name is William Devonshire. I'm the creator, designer, and owner of Plants vs Zombies."
John Taylor had heard of Plants vs Zombies before. His younger brother had recently told him that the game was very popular among young people. His brother had also bought a copy of the game.
The recording continued. When John Taylor heard that Plants vs Zombies had sold 430,000 units in London and the five surrounding counties in the past 15 days, with a turnover of 6.45 million pounds, an average of 15 pounds per unit, and seven million copies of Plants vs Zombies, John Taylor's eyes lit up and his hands trembled.
When he heard the guy called William Devonshire say:
"Starting at 100 million pounds."
John Taylor was so excited that his whole body was shaking. He knew that he had unintentionally dug up a huge piece of news. If everything in the recording was true, then this news would cause a sensation in the whole of England, and even the whole world. Because it could make so many game companies and agencies fight over it, and these shameless guys even worked together to seal off the news. Otherwise, how could they, who remembered the paparazzi, not have heard anything? More importantly, everything in the game was done by the young man called William Devonshire alone.
I, John Taylor, will definitely find out everything about you, William Devonshire. I'll even find out if you wet your bed when you were young.
This was a great opportunity for him to get rich and get promoted. At this moment, John Taylor felt like the god of paparazzi was shining on him, allowing him to stop Claudio and give him a tape recorder. Claudio was indeed a veteran who had been in the army for so many years. He was actually not discovered by the bodyguards of these big companies.
John Taylor hugged Claudio and kissed my forehead without saying anything. "Claudio, you're really my lucky star. Damn, we're going to be rich. No one can take this recording away from us for less than 50 thousand pounds."
Claudio was also very happy when he heard that he could sell it for 50 thousand pounds. He wondered if I really shouldn't be so honest. The things he learned in the army were still very useful.
After being happy for a while, John Taylor calmed down and said, "Claudio, damn it, we don't have any photos. Is that William still in the hotel? We have to take a photo of him. We have to dig out everything about this guy. This way, we'll be able to make the headlines more than once."
Claudio hurriedly said, "Yes, I saw that guy this morning. God, this guy is really God's illegitimate son. He's going to be rich soon, and he's so damn handsome. God is really unfair."
"Don't worry about God, Claudio. Let's wait for him outside the hotel. I have to take a photo of him today. Let's go, Agent Claudio. You're so stubborn. If I had your skills, I would've been rich long ago." After saying that, John Taylor wanted to pull Claudio to the hotel entrance to set up an ambush.
"Wait, John, let's drive to a suitable place first. It'll be more convenient when we run later," Claudio reminded.
After everything was ready, the two of them took their cameras and set up an ambush outside the hotel. Claudio even put on his jacket inside out and wore John's hat and mask, waiting for William to come out.
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