The poor little phoenix I picked up turned out to be the big boss behind it

Lin Chen also glanced at Sang Wu several times, then stared at the meat on the baking sheet in front of him, muttering in a low voice, "It tastes so good, but he is still a child at heart..."

After finishing a lot of meat, Sang Wu ordered another bibimbap and ate it with the grilled chicken wings.

There were many people in Qi Qian's group, there were two baking pans on the long table, and they were closer to Sang Wu than Ye Yi. However, except for unconsciously casting their eyes on Sang Wu, they made no other movements.

Sang Wu didn't bother to care about them, he only cared about eating his own food.

The customers in the store also changed tables. Two men came in and sat right behind Sang Wu and the others. Ye Yi and Qi Qian raised their eyes at the same time and found nothing unusual.

This was the first thing Surin taught everyone when they entered Zhanblade, to observe.

Although what he said at the time was that it is better to make mistakes than to watch without warning, but it is still very applicable to teams like them who need to pay attention to their identities outside.

Sang Wu took another bite of bibimbap and glanced back from the corner of his eye. The two men were ordering food.

They sat facing each other, with happy expressions on their brows. The one on the left looked stronger and was wearing a black jacket with a brand. He was at least a working-class person. The one on the right was dark and thin. Judging from the calluses and dust on his hands, he should be He's a construction worker.

There is no similarity between their appearance at all. They are most likely not relatives. If they are friends, how could they not even know that the other person is allergic to pork? From this point of view...

It's a little strange.

Sang Wu kept his eyes open, and without showing it on his face, he took another piece of lettuce and started wrapping the pork belly, but his body that had been sitting upright fell back on the backrest.

Sure enough, before he could swallow the meat in his mouth, he heard another conversation coming from behind him.

"Kun Feng, are there any photos and screen recordings you have that you haven't posted yet? A scammer came to my place. He bought nearly [-] of the ones he had posted before, and said he was willing to spend [-] to buy the ones we have here. Send out the ones that have been there.”

The man who looked like a worker deliberately lowered his voice, but the overwhelming eagerness and joy could clearly be heard in his tone.

"You promised?"

Kun Feng, who was sitting opposite him, picked up the lemonade on the table, covered his mouth, and asked in a low voice.

"Of course not. I felt that the wronged person was a wealthy man, and I was afraid that he was from the police. I just said to ask him first and give him an answer later."

"I'm looking down on you, Hong Yanjun. Go ahead." Kun Feng put down the lemonade in his hand, took out his cell phone and fiddled with something.

"Can you not worry about making money? Remember to come to me if you have this problem in the future."

Before, Hong Yanjun would never have thought that he, who was laying cement at a construction site, could actually make money by selling photos and videos. He didn’t have to work hard. He only had to sit at home and use his hands, earning thousands of dollars every minute, looking at the numbers. With his growing balance, he has never been happier than he is today.

However, Kun Feng sneered when he heard Hong Yanjun's words: "Do you think you will be so lucky every time? If the idiot anchor hadn't gone there to live broadcast, how could we have seized the opportunity this time."

Kun Feng's words silenced Hong Yanjun. He grabbed the corners of his clothes in a panic and kept pulling and deforming them.

The reason why he was able to catch up with Kun Feng and the others this time was because he habitually recorded the screen when watching live broadcasts on the software.

After all, the software does not limit the content, and he has not even asked for a wife in his 30s. He can’t bear to spend money to watch movies, so he might as well squat and live broadcast, maybe he can meet someone who spends money to pick something up, and he still wants to watch the live broadcast. There is a screen recording for you to review.

It was a coincidence that he came across Fang Daming's live broadcast, and the screen recording was even more like a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. It was also because of the many videos and photos he had here that Kunfeng got him into the group.

"Then, what should we do this time? Are we still selling it?" Hong Yanjun was a little flustered. In fact, he had heard that the matter had attracted the attention of the police, but he was reluctant to eat the fat meat that fell in front of him.

"Sell it, why not? Don't worry, the Internet is in chaos now, we can't be found here, and the photos we sold are also being circulated, so the police won't be able to catch us for a while."

As he spoke, Kun Feng took out a cigarette from his bag and handed it over, "Relax, have one."

"Thanks……"

Hong Yanjun took the cigarette and took a look. A cigarette of this brand costs twenty or thirty. Sure enough, people who do big business are different from them.

The two of them each started smoking, and the conversation just now came to an end, but...what they didn't know was that Sang Wu heard them clearly from the first word they spoke.

He was probably not the only one. Ye Yi and Lin Chen who were sitting next to him probably heard it. Although their expressions were as usual, their movements slowed down and their eyes drifted to the opposite side from time to time. This scene naturally did not escape Sang Wu's observation.

The clerk came over again carrying a tray, which was the pudding Xing Keke ordered for the three of them.

"Thank you."

Sang Wu took the small bowl and spoon and ate slowly.

In fact, he was quite curious that these two people dared to sit in a barbecue restaurant and conspire openly, and they really weren't afraid of being overheard.

However, Hong Yanjun and Kun Feng probably would not have thought that they originally wanted to find someone to talk about things with a blind eye, but in the end they would meet the protagonist who created public opinion. After all, they were only thinking about the young people in the barbecue restaurant at the beginning. There are many people, and the movement is not small, so they will not pay attention to the two middle-aged men.

However, there is always a possibility of eventuality in everything.

"Team Ye, we..."

Qi Qian glanced at Ye Yi. He had just listened to the conversation and was absolutely sure that the two men were the audience watching Fang Daming's live broadcast, but their position was a bit awkward.

Logically speaking, this matter is inextricably linked to them, but now they don't have a sufficient position to take care of this matter. What can they do? Arrest the person and delete all the photos and videos? Or arrest the person and beat him up?

If it is the former, since Kun Feng dares to do such a thing, it means that he must not be the only one behind him, and the photos and videos on the Internet have been circulated at least seven or eight times now, and deleting them will not be of much use.

If it's the latter, if they hit someone with the front foot, they will have to be caught by Master Rin and taken back to the organization to clean them up and then write a [-]-word self-criticism. After all, the rules of the blade are that they are not allowed to attack ordinary people.

Ye Yi obviously thought of this and shook his head at Qi Qian, telling him not to act rashly.

[Are we really going to ignore this matter? 】

Lin Chen also saw the eye contact between the two captains, so he simply used his mobile phone to send a message in the group. In this information age, why do you want to make secret glances?