The God of Wealth: The growth journey of the poor white rich beauty

The host Li Bao's voice was so loud that even passers-by and some hosts not far away could hear it.

Seeing that many people had noticed this place and some seemed to be moving closer to watch, Libao was secretly delighted.

Isn't this what she wants to achieve?

Expose the true face of the fake socialite and fake rich man in public, and let the other party's true colors be exposed in front of everyone.

Such a contradictory conflict, isn't this just traffic?

Song Tang stopped immediately and looked back at the other party in surprise.

She wasn't too angry. There was really no point getting angry with someone like that. Song Tang just wondered if Li Bao was crazy. How could she tell that her clothes were fake?

Zhao Zihong rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush over to beat Li Bao, but was stopped by Han Jing and Ye Jin, who were also very angry.

Libao's accompanying photographer felt his feet were a little numb at this time. He couldn't even walk while standing still. He didn't know what to do with the camera head in his hand.

The popularity of the live broadcast room continues to rise...

[Fuck, this has shocked me for a hundred years.]

[The anchor is courageous, but his brain is not very good.]

How dare this little streamer do this? Is she really throwing her career away just for traffic?

[This is the guy who helped Duoduo beat Tianlu and made it hang a banner for a month. Is this little streamer crazy?]

The photographer, who was a little numb at first, was now stunned by the rapid barrage of comments.

Like anchor Li Bao, he was also a newcomer, so the agency arranged them together.

The photographer was cursing in his heart, "I've only been working for four days, you damn well want to kill me."

At this time, many people had begun to watch from afar, and even some anchors and passers-by had recognized Song Tang.

Everyone looked at Libao standing there smugly and lost the desire to remind her.

Many people want to see how this cocky female anchor ends up in trouble.

At this time, the roommates who came to Song Tang's side glared at Li Bao and comforted Song Tang. Song Tang patted Han Jing's arm to show that she was fine, then took a step forward.

"Oh~ Even if it's fake, what does it have to do with you?"

"Besides, I'm curious how you can tell that what I have is fake?"

Song Tang was really more curious than angry at this moment.

As more and more people gathered around, the host Libao became even more arrogant, as if she was some kind of messenger of justice.

"It has nothing to do with me. I just reminded your roommate that everything you have is fake."

She actually switched the subject. Reminding your roommates and yelling for everyone on the street to pay attention are two different things.

"As for how I know that all you have are fake..."

After straining her emotions for a while, Li Bao continued under Song Tang's curious gaze: "You drive a small mini car worth 40,000 or 50,000 yuan, and you told me that your watch is worth 20 million yuan and your coat is worth 70,000 or 80,000 yuan. Isn't this nonsense?"

Li Bao, who was in high spirits at the moment and thought she was about to become successful, didn't notice at all that Song Tang, whom she despised, was extremely calm from beginning to end and did not show the panic she wanted to see.

Even when some people around her looked at her with funny eyes, she thought they were laughing at Song Tang.

After hearing what Li Bao said, Song Tang and his roommates looked at each other speechlessly, and then laughed out loud.

All the anger I had just felt disappeared. It turns out that this anchor is just a self-righteous idiot?

Seeing that Song Tang and the others were not angry and were laughing, Li Bao immediately quit.

You guys are so shameful and yet you still have the nerve to laugh. It seems I have to punish you.

Just when Li Bao was about to say something to Song Tang, the photographer pulled the corner of her clothes from behind.

It turned out that when Libao was showing off her prowess in front, the photographer noticed one of the comments.

[Just a warning. If you don't stop her, you might lose your job.]

This comment instantly made the photographer, who had been at a loss, regain his ability to act.

So he quickly stepped forward and pulled Libao, trying to stop her from going crazy.

"Snapped--!"

Libao slapped the photographer's hand away without even turning her head.

At this moment, even if the king of heaven came, he could not stop her determination to attack the fake socialite opposite.

Everyone who saw this scene, including Song Tang and others, looked at the photographer with pity.

This kid has a hard life following such a clueless anchor.

There were also people in the live broadcast room giving him advice.

What do you call this? This is what they call "you reap what you sow."

[Little photographer, it's time to sacrifice your family for the sake of justice.]

My job is my job. For my job, I can kill my own anchor.

After seeing the comments posted by netizens, the photographer felt that they were right.

He ignored the host Libao who was still showing off, took out his cell phone and called his superior.

"Hey, Boss, if you have time, please come to Libao's live broadcast room."

"Yeah, that's right. There are a lot of people. Let me see, there are already over 300,000 people."

"Well, yes, please hurry up, if it's too late I'm afraid Libao can't hold on."

This young photographer was also a wonderful person who was good at expressing his feelings in a weird way. He didn't tell his supervisor what was going on at all. He used hundreds of thousands of dollars to trick him into coming and give him a surprise.

"So, people need to know shame. It doesn't matter if you can't afford it. What matters is that people live more authentically."

Libao was still talking nonsense at this moment, preaching with a righteous look on her face.

Song Tang and the other three just stood there smiling and watching Li Bao go crazy, occasionally nodding in agreement.

"Yes, yes, yes, you are right."

But the expressions of these people seemed to be incompatible with what they said.

People who were watching from a distance also learned about what happened through word of mouth, and of course, they also knew Song Tang's identity.

Therefore, everyone, including the audience in the live broadcast room of more than a dozen anchors, was laughing at Libao's joke.

Everyone wants to know how this little anchor will end up.

Sure enough, not long after the photographer hung up the phone, the supervisor who had excitedly entered Libao's live broadcast room immediately discovered something was wrong.

After taking a quick look at the barrage and the scene in the live broadcast room, the supervisor suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

In the live broadcast room, our own stupid anchor was still chattering to the other side with his back to the camera.

And the most outstanding one among the four girls opposite her is the black card girl mentioned in the barrage, right?

The new anchor Libao and her new photographer didn’t know Song Tang. How could he, a supervisor who was in the live broadcast industry every day, not know him?

He didn't even have time to report to his boss, so he quickly took out his cell phone and called Libao.

Unexpectedly, after just two rings, Libao in the live broadcast took out her phone and hung up without even looking at it.

Crazy, crazy! The supervisor cursed while continuing to call the photographer.

"Give her the phone and let her answer it! What does she want to do? Does she want to die?"

The moment the call was connected, even the audience in the live broadcast room heard the angry roar coming from the photographer's phone.