Chapter 7 Even Wang Shicong dares to pout!

Author: round head and round belly

Chapter 7 Even Wang Shicong dares to pout!

Li Yi was really not watching the live broadcast room, he was replying to a private message to the user named Mr. Huang from Yangcheng.

Mr. Huang from Yangcheng City: I'm here. Where are you on Luju Road?

Anchor: At the cross street intersection, you can see it when you turn in.

Just after replying to the private message, Li Yi heard an exclamation.

"Damn! Tear off onions?"

"Why is Wang Shicong here?"

Li Yi followed the sound and saw an average-looking middle-aged man getting out of the driver's seat of the Ferrari.

He was about thirty years old, wearing a simple T-shirt, shorts, and a pair of sandals. He looked just like an ordinary office worker who went shopping at night.

But the hot car he drove was a luxury car with a price of more than 20 million. In addition, he looked tired with the unique desires of the rich being over-satisfied, and there was an Internet celebrity-level beauty holding his arm beside him.

, which immediately made him look a bit outstanding.

Many spectators present called out his name, Wang Sicong.

He is the son of the former richest man and a second-generation rich man who ranks among the top tycoons in the country.

Because he often posts straightforward and bold remarks on Weibo and often hangs out with people in the entertainment industry, he has received a lot of attention and has become the most famous person in the rich second generation circle.

In addition to his wealth, what is most talked about is his rich emotional experience.

He likes to have fun and beauties, and even hosted an online variety show of his own, which was nicknamed Concubine Selection by netizens.

And he does have a lot of girlfriends, one will change every two days, and they are basically all Internet celebrities.

The technological beauty next to him is obviously his new love.

After seeing him, many of the onlookers took out their mobile phones and started taking pictures of him.

Wang Sicong was obviously used to such a scene, and he went directly to Li Yi's food stall as if he hadn't seen it.

He glanced at the sign on the food stall, his eyes stayed on the price of 10,000 yuan for a second, and he let out a soft snort from his nostrils.

His appearance appeared in the live broadcast room and instantly caused a sensation!

"Fuck! Tear the onions!"

"Is this boss so rich? He invited everyone here?"

"Is it possible to hire someone with money? This is obviously a script created by the Internet celebrity agency that is responsible for this!"

"Script, script, if you learn a new word, just use it everywhere?"

"Isn't this my husband? Congcong, I love you! I want to wear black stockings to show you! [Picture]"

"Get out of here, faggot! It's so annoying!"

"Is this natural black stockings? It's so fluffy. If you didn't tell me, I would have thought it was a chimpanzee!"

As the barrage continued, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room also increased rapidly, and soon doubled to exceed 20,000!

"Are there so many people lining up?"

The internet celebrity beauty next to him looked around curiously and flipped her hair.

She likes the feeling of being noticed.

"Do you want to eat this?"

Wang Shicong frowned slightly and asked: "No matter how awesome the fried rice is, isn't it still fried rice? Xiangjiang Chef God only sells 5,000 copies. A stall like his dares to sell 10,000 copies. If you think about it with your buttocks, you will know that it is hype.

Do you want to be charged an IQ tax?"

His words were loud enough that Li Yi in the stall could hear them.

He also knew that Li Yi could hear it, but he didn't care at all.

In the live broadcast room, the little black guys suddenly became excited when they heard this.

"Brother Cong, don't be fooled! It's all a script! It's all special effects!"

"That's right! It's an IQ tax! It's just a bowl of fried rice!"

But the Internet celebrity beauty next to Wang Sicong still hesitated: "Isn't that true? Since he dares to sell 10,000 copies on the street, he must have something..."

As she said that, she looked around and suddenly saw Old Tang. She exclaimed and asked, "Teacher Tang, are you here to take a video?"

"Hello."

Old Tang nodded in greeting and smiled at Wang Shicong.

He was still a little embarrassed in front of a top rich second generation like Wang Sicong.

"Have you eaten this fried rice? How does it taste?"

The internet celebrity beauty saw the tableware in front of Old Tang and asked curiously.

"To be honest, it's really good."

Old Tang said seriously: "This fried rice is indeed delicious. The boss's craftsmanship is superb. Although it is a bit expensive, it is made from real ingredients and is indeed worth trying."

"snort!"

Wang Shicong chuckled softly and complained: "Have you ever eaten something good? It's the real deal as soon as you open your mouth?"

These words were a bit harsh, and Old Tang's expression suddenly changed.

What he said was questioning the professionalism of Lao Tang's food tasting. He was already suspected of ruining the signboard, and Lao Tang couldn't help but be angry.

But Old Tang still kept a stiff smile on his face and explained: "I haven't eaten as many good things as you, but I am a cook after all, and I must know more things than you.

But I want to ask, what do you mean by good things? Does half a head of dried abalone count? Does Dalian Liao ginseng count? Does the top-quality official bird count? Does ten heads of scallops count?"

After hearing his words, Wang Shicong was not angry, but instead became a little interested.

"Are these things you mentioned included in this fried rice?"

"certainly!"

Old Tang raised his head and said, "Otherwise, I am being taken advantage of? Spending 10,000 yuan on a piece of fried rice with eggs?"

Wang Sicong looked at the tableware in front of him, then pointed directly at Li Yi's wok and signaled: "You are the emperor of fried rice, give me two portions."

Li Yi glanced at him and asked calmly: "Are you Mr. Huang from Yangcheng?"

Wang Sicong was stunned: "What Mr. Huang from Yangcheng?"

"Oh, if not, then I'm sorry."

Li Yi shook his head: "I only have two ingredients for fried rice left, and they have been reserved for Mr. Huang from Yangcheng. If you want to eat, please come early tomorrow!"

Wang Sicong couldn't help but frowned slightly when he heard this.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard another roar of a sports car coming from the alley.

A McLaren P1 turned into the alley and drove over with the accelerator.

Seeing the red spicy car ahead, its roar became quieter, then turned to the right and stopped close to the roadside.

Then, the car door opened, and a fat, white man who weighed 250 pounds stepped out of the car.

His fat body was packed full of Givenchy, like a fat walrus.

Because he was too fat, he was already gasping for breath just after getting out of the car.

After getting out of the car, he stretched his waist, raised his neck, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking a deep breath, he smelled the fresh fragrance that had not yet dissipated in the air, and couldn't help but let out a little surprise.

Then, he went around to the passenger seat, opened the door, and a little girl about seven or eight years old got out of the car.

Holding the little girl in hand, he came to the food stall and saw Wang Shicong.

"Eh? Brother Cong? Why are you here?"

Wang Sicong obviously recognized him, so he nodded to him lightly: "Bring your girlfriend here to have fried rice."

"If you have a discerning eye, this fried rice is really good. I just watched it in the live broadcast room. All the ingredients are good..."

When the fat man said this, he suddenly remembered something: "Eh? I seem to have ordered the last two copies of his."

When Wang Sicong heard this, he glanced at him and twitched his lips: "So you are Mr. Huang from Yangcheng?"

"Haha! What a nonsense."

The fat man laughed twice and suggested: "Let's do this! Give you one of the two portions I ordered!"

Wang Shicong shook his head: "Forget it, how can one portion be enough for two people? Just eat it! Let's come back another day!"

The Internet celebrity beauty next to him looked around, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "One portion is okay! I eat less, just take one bite, you can eat more."

Wang Sicong frowned slightly. He knew that she wanted to take a photo and post it on Weibo, so he nodded: "That's okay..."
To be continued...