Chapter 313 The Paparazzi

There was a large insulated box, and inside it was a fragrant Wenchang chicken. Song Tang tore out a chicken leg, and then pushed the rest to 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 was not because they didn't want to give Song Tang face, but mainly because most of the seafood had arrived, so of course they would have priority.

The chicken is so filling that you won’t need to eat the seafood after 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. This was taller than Song Tang who was sitting on the stool. For a moment, all the customers in the food stall paid attention to him.

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. Could it be that she was the eldest daughter herself?

"Here, take these away and share them among the guys. These are what I divided out just now. If you're 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 why she said those words to Wang Zhongqing just now. Can't finish it? Not possible. But she would not take out the leftovers, she would just buy more and share them directly.

Chen Xiong didn't say anything, just nodded, took the bag Song Tang handed him, and stood up to leave. Before leaving, he glanced around unintentionally, causing the diners at the nearby tables to hurriedly avoid the gaze that had been staring at this side.

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

He has been exposed many times, so it is not easy to find a few netizens who don't know him. Moreover, most of the people sitting here are young people who usually surf the Internet.

The son of the richest man, the disciplinary inspection committee member of the online entertainment circle, the school principal of an e-sports school... he has too many titles.

Of course, there were three or two people who recognized Qin Zhaoyang, but compared with Wang Zhongqing, there were too few. The name of the young master of Dongcheng was still more famous in the circle of Kyoto, but Wang Zhongqing was still the one who could be recognized nationwide.

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 at 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. Occasionally, there were a few who were suspicious but were not sure. Most people, like the food stall owner, thought she was Wang Zhongqing's new woman.

It was not until Chen Xiong showed up and Song Tang raised her head 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 was not as good as 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.

Just now, Chen Xiong called her "Miss" and squatted down to her in a respectful manner, which let the people nearby know that this was also a big boss, a rich lady. She sat at the same table with Wang Zhongqing by 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, then 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 was eating seafood and snacks while continuing to drink her own beverage. She didn't want to drink beer or anything like that.

Wherever Wang Zhongqing is, he is inevitably secretly photographed. After all, he is the son of the richest man and a big internet celebrity.

However, ordinary people would just take the photos and use them as a topic of conversation with friends. Even if they upload them to the Internet, they would only circulate them in a small circle, and the title would probably be something like "I met Principal Wang by chance".

But if it was taken by paparazzi, it would very 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.

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And there really was a paparazzi nearby. He was very pleased with himself as he watched the short videos and photos he had taken from specially selected angles.

With such a misleading angle and an eye-catching title, it will definitely make the headlines tomorrow if it buys a little traffic. As for the life and death of Wang Zhongqing and Song Tang next to him, it has nothing to do with him.

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 huge force was like a vise, making him tremble all over and dare not 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 didn't think 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 paparazzi who had been released covered his shoulders 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. He couldn't remember who he had offended.

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

"Oh ~ a society ruled by law. You still know that this is 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 person meant.

Seeing the paparazzi remained silent, Feng Bo smiled and moved closer, saying, "Thank God for the rule of law. You are still standing and listening to me. Otherwise, you might not be sure whether you are dead or alive."

The paparazzi shuddered when he heard this, but still stood there, not daring to move, listening to the other party's lecture.

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

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

"You are really bold. Wang Zhongqing, you can take pictures all you want. It doesn't matter how you like." Feng Bo said while fiddling with the camera: "But you shouldn't take pictures of everyone, and take pictures like this."

“Some people will die if you shoot them.”