Wanna Buy The Good Stuff

Zhang Jue had come to the Mei province with two purposes. First, he had promised Simmons that he would help him find Will Smith. Zhang Jue himself wanted to find him and see if he could get any clues from him. And second, he wanted to find a chance to meet Yang Xue.

He was still haunted by the surveillance video. He wanted to find out if the person who pushed him was Yang Xue or not, and if so, what was the reason behind it?

As arranged by Lei Shan, after leaving the airport, Zhang Jue took a cab by himself to the entrance of the largest hotel there. After getting out of the cab, he waited to rendezvous with someone at the reception.

Suddenly a lecherous-looking Asian man approached him. I'm sure the other man also had a soft spot for his skin color, and when he saw Zhang Jue saw him, he hedged and smiled.

"Brother, you want something good?"

"Huh?" Zhang Jue was slightly stunned. How could he have ever thought that he could hear such cordial lines in the country of Mei? If it weren't because of the foreigners and English letters all over the place, he would have thought he was at a market in some Chinese Town.

"Brother, you heard it right. The good stuff." It seemed the man was already familiar with this response, and after confirming that it was safe, he opened his trench coat, revealing something.

Zhang Jue saw that there were all kinds of discs hanging densely inside. I really didn't know if it was heavy for him to put so many things on his body.

Zhang Jue looked him up and down once and sighed, "Brother, I'm not talking about you. Today is the modern age. There is no future in selling pirated CDs. You can just find a forum and ask some people who knew about it, and I guarantee that your private messages will be filled with those URLs."

Zhang Jue finished talking and shook his head, quite of a weird taste that guy got. Nowadays, the society is evolving, and the sales of adult videos are getting advanced from time to time. Unexpectedly, the man laughed.

"Brother, this is nothing compared to those. These are some of the wild shots. What's the point of selling those cheap movies? Don't you know that I have all these big stars?"

He pointed to the covers of the CDs in his clothes, and only then did Zhang Jue notice that there did seem to be a few familiar faces, both Chinese and foreign stars.

Zhang Jue waved his hand, "AI face-swapping isn't exactly a new technology anymore."

The man realized that Zhang Jue was actually a connoisseur and immediately gave a thumbs up.

"Brother, seeing how young you are and knowledgeable about this kind of information. You sure do have a lot of experience."

Zhang Jue heatedly smiled, "Don't mention it. It's because I also have been hanging around various forums for years and treating people with the same interest as mine, which is why I have been fortunate enough to have seen many resources. Compared to those seniors who have read countless movies, I am still far from it."

The man looked around to make sure no one noticed the two of them and leaned toward Zhang Jue again.

"Little brother, I see you are also an insider. I can tell since we're basically the same. I have others that I currently have that are not AI Faceswap. This is an actual star movie, and it also supports customization. Which star do you want? I can find it. Are you interested? I'll give it to you at a low price."

Hearing him talk about the mysterious CD, Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows, "All the stars are real shots? And you support customization? How is that possible? There's no way it's real."

It's not that Zhang Jue is defending those celebrities. This kind of stuff is more chaotic than people think it is, and there are many people who do these things. But how could someone like those big stars be filmed and recorded on a CD? Of course, a specific type of rising star doesn't count.

"Little brother, How can I lie to you? Just say you want it or not."

"About that…"

Zhang Jue was hesitating when he heard a commotion in the distance, and it seemed that a team of police was coming this way. The man took a look at the crowd and immediately shoved a CD into Zhang Jue's hand.

"Brother, this is a sample. You can check yourself if it's AI-generated or not. It has my contact information on it, and if you're interested, I have more here."

With that, he ran away quickly. A few minutes later, those police officers finally arrived. They divided into two groups, one went after the CD seller, and the other stopped in front of Zhang Jue. A captain-like man took out his ID and waved it in front of Zhang Jue.

"FBI, please show me your ID."

This was to treat himself as an accomplice of that CD seller. Zhang Jue shrugged his shoulders and took out his passport. The captain looked at it and returned the passport to Zhang Jue.

"Mr. Zhang Jue, may I ask if that man just gave you anything?"

"Well... not at all." Zhang Jue spread his hands, a little reluctant to hand the item over. He was a little curious about the contents inside, really just pure curiosity.

The captain narrowed his eyes and steepened his tone, "Mr. Zhang Jue, this is a foreign country for you. Please mind your status and don't get in the way of our case. I'll ask again, did that man just give you anything?"

Zhang Jue smiled, "I'm telling you, as a guest of the Great Bitch Country, no means no."

The captain gave the team member behind him a wink, "Search him!"

The team immediately pulled Zhang Jue's luggage over. Because the suitcase had a password, he took out his dagger and slashed the side of the suitcase, scattering all of Zhang Jue's clothes at once. The team member's actions drew a crowd of passersby.

The captain looked around and said coldly, "The FBI is handling a case. Those who have nothing to do with it should leave!"

The people around didn't dare to approach, but some good people were still watching the action not far away. The team member dumped all of Zhang Jue's clothes on the ground and kept rummaging through them.

After a few minutes, he said to that captain, "Boss, the stuff is not here."

The captain looked at Zhang Jue, "I clearly just saw that man stuffing something in his hand. Not in the suitcase, then it's on him. Bring it back to me!"

To be honest, Zhang Jue had some trouble figuring out why a CD seller would make the FBI go to such lengths. But knowing their aggression, he must have done something bad. If the FBI had been a little nicer, he might have given it.

Now since the FBI forcefully went through his suitcase and tried to take his people away again. This has long crossed the bottom line of his patience. The two FBI agents were about to follow the captain's instructions and take Zhang Jue away, but unexpectedly Zhang Jue dodged their outstretched hands with a flash. Zhang Jue's body was agile, and he knew that he had practiced from a glance.

The captain sneered. "Chinese, you think your Martial Arts are great?"

Zhang Jue smiled faintly, "Yes, Chinese Martial Arts is indeed very powerful."

"Even powerful, is it as powerful as a gun?" As soon as the captain's words fell, all of his team members would pull out their pistols and aim them at Zhang Jue.

"Well?" The captain said coldly.

He thought that this would be enough to scare Zhang Jue. But he didn't know that the young Chinese man in front of him was a madman who had no fear even in the face of a dozen submachine guns and several large-caliber sniper rifles. These pistols are not even toys in his eyes.

Zhang Jue was about to make a move when he suddenly saw another group of people walking towards them in the distance. The leader of the group was none other than Lei Shan's assistant, Du Jingtian, whom he had met a few times.