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

At this time, Libao was still continuing her firepower output.

The performance of Song Tang and the other three made her furious. Even after she had said so much, the person on the opposite side was still shameless and could even laugh?

Just when she was about to swear or say something harsh, fortunately the photographer interrupted her again.

"What are you doing? Can't you see I'm live streaming?"

Looking at the expressionless photographer in front of her and the mobile phone held in front of her, Libao got angry at the photographer.

Isn't the purpose of his hard work in live broadcasting to become successful? Then he, a small photographer, will be able to enjoy the good life together with him.

But why does this person, who has no eyesight, always interrupt the rhythm of my live broadcast again and again?

Just when Libao was about to scold the photographer, the familiar voice of her supervisor came from the phone that had been held in front of her.

It turned out that the photographer turned on the hands-free mode when he approached her.

He was afraid that this fierce anchor would not want to answer the phone. As expected, Li Bao had no intention of answering the phone at all.

"Libao, Libao, you are so fucking awesome. You are so fucking awesome."

The supervisor's voice on the phone could even be heard by Song Tang and the crowd not far away. One can imagine how angry he was at that moment.

The angry supervisor made Libao, who was still in the dark, a little puzzled?

Did he do something so outrageous that his boss would be so angry?

She looked up at the photographer who was standing there expressionlessly, trying to find an answer, but found that her photographer just looked at her and shook his head, with no intention of explaining.

The young photographer has now given up on his own anchor. If he follows such an anchor, he will lose his job sooner or later.

"Do you want to die? Huh? Tell me, do you want to die?"

"If you miss, just go and die far away. Do you really want to drag me down with you?"

The supervisor's angry words made Libao feel a little uneasy, but she soon got the answer she wanted to know.

"Do you know who you messed with?"

Upon hearing this, Li Bao immediately looked at Song Tang and the other three who were still smiling not far away.

She seemed to realize only now that the other party was not as shameless as she thought, but was actually fearless.

The other person's laughter seemed like she was laughing at her own joke?

Without giving her much time to react, the supervisor continued to act rudely.

"If something really happens to you this time, not only me, but even the boss can't protect you."

"You're the best anchor I've ever coached. Seriously, I'm completely in awe of you."

"I usually tell you to pay more attention to hot topics online, but all you do all day is draw on your lousy face."

"I'm telling you, don't expect the company to take care of you."

"Let me tell you, if they really cause trouble, the company won't be able to save itself."

"You're on your own. Go ahead and resign!"

After saying this, the supervisor simply hung up the phone, probably to find a solution.

Li Bao stood in the crowd at a loss. She now felt that the onlookers around her were not laughing at Song Tang and the others.

Countless piercing gazes made her realize that people were always laughing at her.

I performed for everyone's amusement like a clown.

He looked at his photographer, but found that although he was still broadcasting live, he was already three or five steps away from him, and it seemed that he was afraid that he would cause him trouble.

She finally mustered up the courage to look at Song Tang, only to find that there was no intention of laughing at her in Song Tang's clear eyes. He was just looking at her quietly, it was that simple.

It turns out that the clown has always been herself, although she still doesn't know who he is or what his identity is.

But from the furious supervisor, the indifferent photographer, and the people watching the fun around her, she could feel that the other person must be no ordinary person.

By the way, anyone who can be a host may be able to bend and stretch.

For the sake of her future career as an anchor, Libao plans to apologize to Song Tang even if it is embarrassing.

But before she could make any move, Song Tang saw through it and raised his hand to stop the other person from getting closer.

"I don't know how your values ​​were formed."

"Why can't rich people drive a 40,000 or 50,000 yuan car? And if someone drives a 40,000 or 50,000 yuan car, they must be fake rich? What kind of logic is this?"

He raised his hand again to stop Libao from speaking.

"Let's take a step back and say that I'm an ordinary person today and I'm really wearing fake clothes."

"That's not a reason for you to yell for everyone to hear and hurt my pride in public."

Hearing this, Libao lowered her head, and some cheers came from the crowd around her.

"Your behavior is completely using harming others to attract attention and gain traffic."

"Even if you really did make money through these shady means, wouldn't it be hot in your hands?"

"Every coin you receive is stained with the bloody face and self-esteem of others."

In the live broadcast rooms of the major anchors on the scene, netizens were also expressing their opinions in the barrage.

【This is why I like her. 】

[Yes, she's beautiful, rich, and has a positive outlook. I'll be her fan for ten thousand years.]

[Whether it should be said or not, every word from Miss Black Card slaps many current anchors in the face.]

Looking at Li Bao, who had already died down, Song Tang continued, "Everyone has their own way of living. You can choose not to support her, but you also have no right to interfere."

"I'll find a lawyer to ask you for an explanation regarding today's incident. As for how your company handles you, that's your own business. Best of luck to you."

After saying these words, Song Tang turned around and ignored Li Bao, intending to take Ye Jin's hand and leave.

Zhao Zihong and Han Jing gave Song Tang a thumbs up after he had lost his temper, while Ye Jin, whose hand was held, looked at Song Tang with admiration.

Amid the thunderous cheers from the crowd around her, Libao discovered that Song Tang was about to leave.

She was a little anxious. If Song Tang didn't forgive her, not only would she be fired, but she would also be involved in a lawsuit.

He took two quick steps forward and tried to grab Song Tang's wrist, but Zhao Zihong, who had been on guard, twisted his arm.

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Zihong pushed Li Bao away with an unhappy look on his face.

Seeing Song Tang and the others looking back at her, Li Bao immediately put on a pitiful expression on her face.

Just when she was about to say something to Song Tang, the roar of a sports car sounded outside the venue.

The crowd made way, and Li Bao, who was about to harass Song Tang and the others, took two steps back. A Koenigsegg sports car roared through the crowd.

Just when they drove a short distance and Libao was about to move forward, everyone found that the Koenigsegg actually stepped on the accelerator and drove back.

When everyone was wondering what had happened, the door of the Koenigsegg opened and a handsome and noble young man got out.

A familiar voice, steady but not steady, sounded.

"Long time no see."