Gossip King

Huang Cong was very confused by what he said. What do you want the bodyguard to do? It's not that he has no bodyguards. Such a big dinner party has a lot of security. To say that he can fight, he has a set of all year round, so he said: "Actually, whether you can fight or not is no different from a burly body. A bodyguard who can play, but not burly."

As he said, he pointed to a few bodyguards in the distance. They could only wear ordinary clothes and stand near the stage, watching the surrounding crowd vigilantly to prevent accidents.

They look like ordinary people, and have similar body shapes.

"No, no," Gao Leng took a look, and shook his head again and again: "Don't be the best hit, if you want to look like the best hit, you just follow the Hollywood blockbuster killer feeling, unify a black suit, and wear a toad mirror. "Gao Leng gestured.

Ten minutes later, Mu Xiaolen and Lao Diao held cameras respectively, and the fat man stood at the entrance of the dinner with the camera. The five bodyguards behind Gao Leng were all black suits and big sunglasses, and they were still bald. How gangsters are.

This tonnage, to that stop, caused nearby guests to look over here.

"Did someone provoke something? Why are all the bodyguards here?"

"There are still people holding cameras and cameras, what are they doing?"

"Is there a big boss here to catch the rape? It's too strange for such a big movement at Huang Shao's dinner party."

There was a lot of discussion, but the sound was not loud and there were not many people. After all, there were not many people entering the venue. Most people gathered near the beach and the stage.

"Mr. Huang, you'll be busy with you first. I will pick out the paparazzi for you first, so that they don’t always break the news. Fatty little Leng, you three remember to take pictures. You must use your bodyguards to take these paparazzi. The scene that was carried out on the stand was photographed."

As he said, he turned his head and asked the bodyguards again: "Remember, you can pick up whoever I mean, and you can just carry it out of the venue, one for each person, don't grab it."

It's like allocating animals, one for each person.

After speaking, Gao Leng raised his leg to walk in, but was suddenly held by Huang Cong: "Wait, it's good to catch paparazzi, I want to catch it too, but with so many people, how do you know who the paparazzi is? Most of them use their mobile phones to take pictures, but don’t catch the wrong person but offend people. Besides, you took the bodyguards and reporters to catch people directly on the court. There is too much movement back and forth!"

"Back and forth? Not just catch a paparazzi? Within one minute, they will all be carried out. As long as the speed is fast, there will be no movement. Besides, there is movement, and the guests also photographed them being carried out. It’s good for the photos to spread.” Gao Leng said confidently, rolling up his sleeves, and gazing awkwardly around the field.

"Boss, do you want to wear big sunglasses too? It's offensive to catch your peers like this." The old hanging was a little nervous, and said.

"Yeah, although they are small media, they have no ethics. I will give you a report on you when the time comes. Isn't it a stumbling block? Or, look at which paparazzi, ask the staff to invite them out. Don't offend people." Fatty also persuaded him.

As always, Mu Xiao Leng did not speak, but her eyes were firm, and she supported Gao Leng's everything.

"I have my own arrangements." Gao sneered, patted Lao Hao on the shoulder and patted Fatty's again: "This is worthy of taking Huang Cong's live broadcast rights to offend a few paparazzi with no lower limit. And, since I am There must be my reason for this arrangement, you just do it. Go with you? No, this kind of paparazzi with no lower limit is not our counterpart. They are the scum of the media industry, so why not offend?! Some people, we have to make good friends There are friends everywhere, but it’s easy to do things, but some people not only offend us, but also stomped to death, and use their blood to sacrifice our flag. Don’t be afraid, there is me.”

"Okay, use their blood to sacrifice our flag!" Although the fat man didn't know what Gao Leng meant for doing this, the feeling of anxiety in his heart disappeared in an instant. The old man looked at Gao Leng with admiration, and said nothing, but took a deep breath and raised the camera in his hand.

The others stood by, Gao Leng walked into the infield with the walkie-talkie on his body, glanced awkwardly, and within ten seconds, his gaze fell on a short man in a plaid shirt, standing Then, looking at the stage with a mobile phone in his hand, it seemed that he was no different from other guests. After Gao Leng looked up and down, he stretched out his hand and whispered to the walkie-talkie: "The short man in the plaid shirt, the fat guy comes over and adjusts the focus first. The bodyguard immediately carried away."

As soon as the voice fell, the fat man ran all the way to a distance of about 20 meters from the man. Just as he raised the camera in his hand, a bodyguard walked over murderously. Before the surrounding crowd could react, he directly pushed the man to his shoulder. The last flick, carry it and walk out of the field.

The speed was so fast that the man went out of the field before he could call.

Gao Leng glanced around again, decisively and quickly passed the order: "The man in the red shirt at ten o'clock, the man in the black t-shirt squatting on the left side of the stage, the man in the black shirt next to the fifth recliner on the beach, and the man in the black shirt who found something wrong. The man in white pants leaving the field quickly."

In just over twenty seconds, the bodyguards picked out six people like a chicken, but Mu Xiaolen, Fatty, and Lao Diao were exhausted. They ran here to take two photos, and ran there. Take two shots.

Do it in minutes.

The people were locked and carried away, and the speed was so fast that many people did not react, and the scene returned to calm.

"They are paparazzi? Make no mistake." Huang Cong walked quickly from a distance, with a look of suspicion. This time is too short, do they have the word "paparazzi" written on their faces?

Just catch a chicken, not so fast!

Gao Leng didn't speak. He took the cameras and cameras of the three of Fatty and looked at them one by one, and then nodded: "Fatty, export them immediately, select a few and send them to me, and prepare to report."

With that, a few people sat on a side table and got busy, while Gao Leng quickly wrote the manuscript on the keyboard.

Huang Cong arrived in front of the six people and saw that the suspicion in his heart disappeared. Only a few of them looked nervous, their hands were trembling in their pants pockets, and they did not dare to raise their eyes to look at Huang Cong.

"President Huang, what? We just work part-time, and we are also ordered to do things." A bolder spoke first.

"Yes, right, Mr. Huang, this is my mobile phone. I've given it to you, so you can open it online."

"This is my candid camera. I'm really sorry. We are just being ordered to do business and beg for food. I'm really sorry."

The few people almost didn't bend over and kowtow, and they were so frightened that they were caught in such a bag at Huang Cong's birthday dinner.

Yes, this is the look that paparazzi should have after being caught by his Huang Cong on the spot, not cold, watching these few rat feces that bad his good deeds are begging for mercy at this moment, this anger is really fast . Huang Cong couldn't help feeling mad. He took a look at the photos taken by them one by one. The more he looked at the pictures, the more he became afraid. If this was posted, almost every big guy would be offended.

These unscrupulous tabloids!

"Mr. Huang, Mr. Huang!" Huang Cong's secretary ran over in a hurry with an anxious look, raised the phone in his hand and said in a flustered voice: "What to do, this, this, this one, the top five Weibo searches It's all about the birthday dinner report!"

The first five? ! Wasn't it still one just now, and ranked tenth? Why are the first five all? Could it be that a fish that slipped through the net just now, depending on the situation, immediately released the news? !

When the fat man heard this, he jumped up and took a look at the phone, dumbfounded.