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

There was a large insulated box, and inside was a fragrant Wenchang chicken. Song Tang tore out a chicken leg and pushed the rest towards the three of them.

"You guys should have some too. I don't know if it's authentic, but it smells delicious anyway."

The other three shook their heads. It wasn't that they didn't want to give Song Tang face, but mainly because most of the seafood had arrived, so of course they would have to eat seafood first.

The chicken is so filling that you won’t need to eat the seafood after just a few bites.

Seeing that they were not eating, Song Tang sorted out the snacks he brought back, then took out his mobile phone and clicked on it, appearing to be typing.

Less than half a minute later, a burly figure stood behind her. The tremendous pressure made Wang Zhongqing next to her feel a little numb.

"Miss, you're looking for me." Chen Xiong walked over to the seated Song Tang and squatted down. Even this was taller than Song Tang, who was sitting on the stool. This immediately attracted the attention of all the customers in the food stall.

The owner of the food stall closer to their table heard it all and was a little shocked. At first, he thought this girl was Principal Wang's new girlfriend, but now she is the eldest daughter herself?

"Here, take these and share them among you guys. These are the ones I just divided out from each portion. If you are not full, find something else to eat. Don't go hungry." Song Tang divided some of the things he had just bought and gave them to Chen Xiong.

This was also the reason she had said those words to Wang Zhongqing earlier. Unable to finish the food? Not possible. But she wouldn't give away her leftovers; she would just buy more and share them directly.

Chen Xiong said nothing, but nodded, took the bag Song Tang handed him, and stood up to leave. Before leaving, he glanced around, causing the diners at the nearby tables to hurriedly avoid their gazes.

When Song Tang and the other three sat here, many people recognized Wang Zhongqing, because he was so famous on the Internet.

He's been exposed enough times that it's hard to find a few netizens who don't know him. Furthermore, most of the people sitting here are young people who usually surf the Internet.

The son of the richest man, the disciplinary inspector of the online entertainment circle, the school principal of an e-sports school... there are too many titles.

Of course, there were three or two people who recognized Qin Zhaoyang, but compared to Wang Zhongqing, they were far fewer. The name of the young master of Dongcheng was still more famous in the circle of Kyoto, but if it was known nationwide, it would still be Wang Zhongqing.

As for Ning Yu, he is simply a hidden figure in the world... He is usually very calm and low-key. Even among the few people in this small night market food stall, no one really knows him.

Song Tang always wore a baseball cap with the brim pulled down low, so few people recognized her at first. The few who occasionally had doubts weren't sure, as most people, like the food stall owner, assumed she was Wang Zhongqing's new woman.

It wasn't until Chen Xiong showed up just now, and Song Tang looked up slightly when she handed him something, that a few tourists who knew her confirmed that this was Miss Black Card. However, not many people recognized Song Tang, and she couldn't compare to Wang Zhongqing.

Although not many people recognized her as Miss Black Card, no one would think that she was the woman brought by Wang Zhongqing anymore.

Chen Xiong's call of "Miss" and his respectful gesture of kneeling down to her let the people nearby know that she was also a big shot, a wealthy lady. She had sat at the same table with Wang Zhongqing based on her own strength.

People who don't know the real situation have a misunderstanding. Song Tang can sit at the same table with Wang Zhongqing, but that doesn't mean Wang Zhongqing has the ability to sit at the same table with Song Tang.

If it was a top-notch dinner, Song Tang would definitely be at the table, and only the richest man in the Wang family could sit there. As for Wang Zhongqing..., he was not qualified enough.

Qin Zhaoyang and the other three men were toasting each other, while Song Tang continued to drink her own beverage while eating seafood and snacks. She didn't want to drink beer or anything like that.

Wherever Wang Zhongqing is, he's inevitably being secretly photographed. After all, he's the son of the richest man in China and a huge internet celebrity.

However, most people would just take a picture and use it as a topic of conversation with friends. Even if they uploaded it online, it would only be circulated in a small circle, with the title being something like "I met Principal Wang by chance".

But if it was photographed by paparazzi, it would most likely make the headlines.

After all, in order to attract traffic, these things have all kinds of titles, which are sometimes even more shocking than shocking literature. There is simply no bottom line.

……

And there really was a paparazzi nearby. He felt very proud as he watched the short video and some photos he had taken from carefully selected angles.

With such a misleading angle and an eye-catching headline, it would definitely make the headlines tomorrow if it attracted a little traffic. As for the life and death of Wang Zhongqing and Song Tang next to him, it was none of his business.

Hiding in a corner of the crowd, he had just put away his camera and was about to leave when he felt someone pinch his shoulder. The immense force, like a vise, made him tremble all over, unable to move, and he almost cried out in pain.

"Don't make a sound, come with me, otherwise there will be no one to bury you when you die." The soft but cold words came to his ears, making him dare not move at all. He could only let the other party pinch his shoulders and lead him away stiffly.

It's not like he hadn't thought about breaking free and escaping, but the almost unbearable pain in his shoulder told him that if he dared to run, he would probably die miserably.

In a dark corner where no one was paying attention, the released paparazzi covered his shoulder and looked at the smiling man in front of him in horror.

"Who are you? This is a society ruled by law." The paparazzi asked guiltily while quickly going over his recent movements in his mind, but he couldn't remember who he had offended.

Feng Bo looked at the paparazzi with his eyes rolling around in front of him and sneered.

"Oh~ A society ruled by law. You still know that we are in a society ruled by law? It's not easy." Feng Bo's words were full of coldness, and the paparazzi who heard them trembled in their hearts.

The man in front of him could easily pinch his shoulder with one hand, causing so much pain that he dared not move. Therefore, the paparazzi did not dare to refute a word and could only listen obediently to see what the other party meant.

Seeing the paparazzi remain silent, Feng Bo smiled and leaned closer, saying nonchalantly, "Thank goodness for the rule of law. You're still standing here listening to me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be sure whether you're dead or alive."

The paparazzi shuddered all over when he heard this, but still stood there listening to the other party's lecture without daring to move.

"Give me the camera." Feng Bo stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the paparazzi, who quickly handed over his camera. Facing unknown dangers, saving one's life is more important.

Feng Bo took the camera and kept flipping through the photos and videos, deleting any images of his lady.

"You're really bold. Wang Zhongqing, just take the photos. It doesn't matter how you like them." Feng Bo said as he fiddled with the camera, "But you shouldn't take photos of everyone, and take photos like this."

“Some people will die if you shoot them.”