All the reporters, you look at me, I look at you, and finally the male reporter just now said, "Well, Mr. Tang, why don't I go down and buy it for you! What do you want to eat?"

"What's so embarrassing?"

Tang turned his head with a look of pain.

"It's not a big deal, I just hope that Mr. Tang can support our work more in a while. ”

The male reporter said with a smile.

"Of course!"

Tang Chong also smiled, and together with his heart, he took out his clothes, his face changed slightly, and he said a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten to take my wallet, you wait for me." ”

As he spoke, Tang Zhong turned around slowly, limped and walked into the house in pain.

"Mr. Tang, don't be so troublesome, just tell me what you want to eat. ”

The male reporter said with some anxiety.

"Then help me buy a basket of steamed buns, a cup of soy milk, a bowl of porridge, and an egg, almost ten yuan, and I'll give it to you later!"

Hearing this, Tang Chong pulled the corners of his mouth, turned around, and said a word.

"Okay!"

So, the male reporter ran downstairs in a hurry.

In this regard, the reporters who stayed behind, with different expressions, did not speak and remained silent.

"So, let's go in first!"

Tang Zhong said nonchalantly, and then walked slowly to the house, "Remember the slippers, it's inconvenient now, it's troublesome to clean!"

Slowly walking to the edge of the sofa and sitting down, Tang Zhong turned his head to a group of reporters and said, "Everyone feel free!"

The reporters were not embarrassed, they took off their shoes and walked around the cold floor in their socks, and naturally went back from time to time to pay attention to the things in the room.

The furnishings in the house are very ordinary, very ordinary, just like the home environment of ordinary people.

All the reporters looked at each other, although Tang Chong was not famous, and in the business world, he was just a bamboo shoot that had just been drilled, but the reporters present all knew that the young man who was only twenty-one sitting there was already a boss worth billions, and this value was still growing, it was hard for them to imagine that such a rich man would live in such a humble house, which made them feel more or less incredible.

In the past, those who stepped into success, with money, almost lived in luxury houses and drove luxury cars, but the person in front of him seemed to be a bit different.

"Huh, Mr. Tang, are you going to publish a book again?"

A reporter saw a bound book-like book, which was written by Tang Chong before and was about cooking.

Actually, at the beginning, he planned to solve the book as soon as he came back, but sometimes people's mood does affect people's actions, and when he came back, he was a little fascinated by some of the things he thought, so that he forgot about the stubble at all.

Now, when the reporter asked, Tang Zhong remembered that he had planned to take a look at whether there were also those fonts on this cookbook that were not earth characters, and maybe it was also possible that the surprise and joy behind him made him forget.

Hearing the reporter's words, the others also looked over, and at this time, they suddenly realized that the young rich man in front of them was not only the boss of a newly emerging company, but also the author of an unpopular book that was currently selling well.

First-level car repair technology, no one thought that it would be popular, whether it was Tang Chong, or Zhang Yi, the editor-in-chief of Xingyue Publishing House, was also not optimistic, even He Lao, who agreed with the quality of the book at the beginning, felt that this book would not have any sales, but he felt that the book had a certain value, so he let Tang Chong pass.

However, it caught fire.

Tang Zhong knew part of the reason, which must be inseparable from the system assistant.

Because it became popular, more people knew about it, and it also increased the probability of it finding god-level repair techniques, because there were some fonts on it that only knew if you had seen god-level repair techniques.

"No!"

Tang shook his head and decided not to publish this cooking technique book for the time being.

"What is it about? Can I take a look?"

The reporter asked again.

"Yes, though, it's unrevised, and there may be some typos in it!"

Tang Zhong hadn't checked it yet, and he didn't know if there were similar words in this book about cooking.

"It's okay!"

As he spoke, the reporter took it down, opened it, and his face changed a few times, which was a little strange.

"Mr. Tang, I didn't expect you to have research on cooking!"

The reporter said with a smile and put the contents back in his hand.

Everyone who heard this couldn't help but look at Tang Chong with different expressions.

"I usually cook by myself, so I know a little bit about it!"

Tang Zhong replied with a smile.

"I don't think I know a little, but I am proficient!" the reporter said with certainty.

Although he is not very good at cooking, but the content on it is orderly, he can understand it, although he doesn't know how to do it, but when he thinks that such an unpopular book can become popular, then this seemingly more ordinary book must be like that level of car repair technology, with a more correct and effective way of cooking.

It's a flattery, but it's also a temptation.

"Hehe~" Tang Zhong smiled and didn't explain.

Soon, the reporter who went to buy breakfast had gone upstairs to the house.

"Thank you!"

After taking the things, Tang Zhong thanked him, and in the atmosphere where everyone looked at them from time to time, he slowly ate the food.

Someone helped him pack his things, and then everyone gathered around him.

"Well, I have a request!"

Tang Zhong looked at a group of reporters and spoke.

"Mr. Tang, please speak!"

A reporter patiently asked, if they hadn't wanted to get something from Tang Chong, they would have gone home a long time ago, but now that time has been spent, giving up halfway is not their guideline.

"The request is very simple, that is, if I don't want to say it, please don't break the casserole and ask to the end, and come one by one. ”

Tang Zhong laughed, but a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He doesn't like reporters very much, especially since they always do inappropriate things at the wrong time, always use some simulated words to mislead others, and like to take things out of context, and at least six out of ten reporters do these things.

"Of course, if you are polite, you can ask first, and ask more. ”

Suddenly, Tang Zhong smiled and said again.

Courteous?

A group of reporters were a little confused, and they didn't react to what Tang Zhong meant for a while.

But after a while, almost everyone knew what Tang Chong meant, but their faces were not very good, they were all human spirits and almost thought of what happened just now.

"Okay! Let's get started! If you have anything you want to ask, you can ask. ”

Tang Zhong sat up straight and looked ahead with a calm face.

"Mr. Tang, the explosion that occurred on the Xinjian Highway on the outskirts of S City last night has been defined as a terrorist attack by the police, and you are also the victim of this incident, we want to know what do you think is the reason for this terrorist attack? Is it a personal vendetta? or is it caused by a business dispute?"

A reporter asked first and handed the microphone over.

"I don't know why I've been attacked, I don't have any grudges, and I'm not sure about business. ”

Tang Zhong replied calmly.

"So, do you think it was because someone had a business interest in it, and your rise made some people lose their interests, so they suffered this terrorist attack?"

The man continued.

"No, please don't misinterpret what I mean. ”

Tang Zhong immediately denied it, and then said lightly: "It's time for another journalist friend." ”

"Mr. Tang, you deny that you have a grudge against others, but according to a report from your counterparts in City B, you once had a big fight with a person who was respected in Yiyan Building, and you alarmed the police, and was taken to the police station by the police, is there such a thing?"

Another reporter came up and spoke sharply.

Hearing this, Tang Zhong narrowed his eyes.