On the day of the wedding.
In the morning, in the Beijing suburbs.
At the hot spring resort.
Today was Zhang Ye's wedding day, and all the big local media outlets had sent their representatives here. It still wasn't time to enter yet, as over 100 reporters stood in a long snaking line outside the resort. They were all waiting to be admitted so that they could get a good spot the moment they got in. The reporters' vehicles were parked together, and there were sightings of the media everywhere. Several television stations were even doing a live coverage of the event from outside the resort.
Before long, it was almost time.
The reporters were going to get admitted into the venue with the invitations in their hands.
"Hey, don't squeeze!"
"Aiyo, slow down a little!"
"Who stepped on me?"
"Motherfucker, are you rushing to reincarnate?!"
"Aren't you rushing as well!"
