"Don't push me." Ren Xiangjun protected the camera with one hand and pushed the two big men in sunglasses with the other. However, due to his short stature and his own caution, he was pushed down and staggered a few steps to sit on the ground.
People around were exclaimed, but no one came forward. Some reporters looked on with cold eyes, and some whispered to dissuade them. Some even picked up their cameras to record the scene of their colleagues being pushed. Nicholas Tse still had a cool look on his face. The sunglasses seemed to have grown on his face and could never be taken off.
In a later cooking column, when Chen Kun asked him to take off his sunglasses to show respect for the guests and the audience, Nicholas Tse actually uttered a curse word. From then on, Peng Bo never had a good impression of this person.
"stop."
He squeezed through the crowd and stepped forward quickly. One of the bodyguards in sunglasses actually tried to push him away. Wu Qianyu who was following him screamed and stepped forward. The other bodyguard in sunglasses saw this and immediately protected Nicholas Tse. , stretched out his hand to greet Wu Qianyu, but Peng Bo was unable to stop him. Seeing that Wu Qianyu was about to suffer, he suddenly stopped the bodyguard with one hand.
Peng Bo looked up and saw that it was the bodyguards that Zhao Wei left for him to protect him. Now they took action. One of them stopped in front of Wu Qianyu, and the other stepped forward to protect Peng Bo.
"Apologise." Peng Bo said expressionlessly.
The heavy metal music in the bar started playing again, but no one on the dance floor that was crowded just now came out to dance. They were all staring at the few people in front of them.
Nicholas Tse said a few words in Cantonese, but no one understood him, not even Peng Bo, but he still insisted, "I must apologize."
Ren Xianqi saw the stalemate outside, and under the protection of his bodyguards, he ducked and left quietly through another passage.
No one retreated, but the number of people increased.
Upon seeing this, Nicholas Tse looked at Peng Bo coldly, "Mr. Peng, he is just a paparazzi..."
"They are not paparazzi, they are reporters," Peng Bo looked around at the entertainment reporters who dared to be angry but dared not speak out. They were all watching indifferently, with angry looks on their faces, "Cultural reporters!"
"Culture?" Nicholas Tse's lips raised, "How is it different from paparazzi?!"
"We are reporters, not paparazzi!" He Xi finally spoke up. His face was ashen. At this time, he had no intention of interviewing this star anymore. There was only disgust and anger in his heart and eyes.
"Apologise." Fang Yi said, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but he was very firm.
"Apologise." Someone immediately said, some started, some followed up, and many entertainment reporters present began to speak out.
"Apologize!"
"Yes, apologize! Apologize immediately!"
More and more people came forward. Amidst the sound of heavy metal, the security guards of the bar came unexpectedly, but the number of people still increased and they did not seem to disperse.
"Yes, apologize. You should apologize if you pushed someone."
"No matter who it is, don't leave without apologizing."
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Many customers present began to speak out, and the balance of people's hearts began to tilt towards Ren Xiangjun and this group of reporters.
Interviewing is their job, not accepting interviews is your attitude, but you can't hit people, and you can't feel superior to others just because you are a star.
The sound waves gradually overcame the music, and more and more people gathered around. Nicholas Tse still looked cool, huddled behind under the protection of two bodyguards. One of the bodyguards took out his mobile phone and seemed to be calling Someone was on the phone, and after the phone call, he said something in Nicholas Tse's ear.
Nicholas Tse nodded, and the bodyguard quickly walked up to Ren Xiangjun, took out a few bills, "These are for you, get out of the way."
"I don't want money, I must apologize." Ren Xiangjun's face turned red, and his face became colorful under the dazzling lights. He excitedly pushed away the bodyguard's hand and looked directly at Nicholas Tse behind him.
"Mr. Peng."
The incident got louder and louder, and more and more people gathered. Nicholas Tse was no longer calm. If the paparazzi in Hong Kong found out about his beating of the reporter, it would immediately be a scandal. However, he still did not take off his sunglasses, and just walked up to Peng Bo.
"This matter is my bodyguard's fault."
"Speak louder, tell the reporters." Peng Bo looked at the group of reporters around him and at He Xi, who had a serious face, and then his voice weakened, "In this situation, this apology must be made."
Nicholas Tse gritted his teeth and stared at him for a few seconds. With a wave of his hand, the bodyguard immediately walked up to He Xiangjun, crossed his hands under his crotch, and bent down slightly, "I'm sorry."
mandarin!
Ren Xiangjun looked at Peng Bo, who nodded, "Everyone, please get out of the way."
Nicholas Tse looked at the passage that had cleared, and walked out with a livid face, lowered his head, and two bodyguards immediately followed him.
"Okay, it's okay, everyone, let's continue dancing." The manager of the bar shouted loudly, but everyone on the dance floor was looking at Peng Bo. He started to walk out, and there were gradually more people on the dance floor.
"Mr. Peng, thank you. On behalf of us cultural journalists, I thank you." He Xi walked up to Peng Bo and stretched out his hand.
"Mr. Peng," Ren Xiangjun also came over, "Even if we officially met today, if we need Xiangjun in the future, we only need a phone call, and Xiangjun will fight to the death."
Didn't Mr. Du say that life is just three bowls of noodles, dignity and affection? Peng Bo earned him some dignity in front of everyone, so of course he had to return the favor.
Peng Bo didn't say anything. He and Ren Xiangjun's hands were tightly held together, and nothing was said.
The dance started and the people got excited. Nicholas Tse, who walked out of the bar, looked at the park97 signboard bitterly and said bitterly, "Peng..." But he didn't know the name of this person.
"Mr. Xie, where are you going next?" the bodyguard asked.
"Hotel." Nicholas Tse got into the car with a livid face, and the car drove away quickly.
"Brother, you were so handsome just now." Zhao Wei didn't know when he came to Peng Bo. Not speaking does not mean he is used to it, nor does it mean he approves of him. But in this circle, even if she is still studying in college, she knows how to do it.
It was rare to offend anyone, but Peng Bo's courage to stand up to reporters still made her feel that Peng Bo was different.
"Thank you. Without your bodyguard just now, we will suffer." Peng Bo smiled and said, "Li Bingbing will come over later, let's change." He looked at Fang Yi, "Xiao Fang is coming with me."
"Okay, Mr. Bang." Fang Yi looked at her peers and blushed slightly. She was very happy and excited.
"Congratulations to Mr. Bang." Someone in the crowd shouted. All the entertainment reporters looked at Peng Bo with a smile and waved to him. Peng Bo smiled and took the lead to walk out the door.
Away from the hustle and bustle, the air outside is so fresh.
"Hello." His phone rang at this moment with an unfamiliar number.
"Hello, I'm Gong Li." The slightly magnetic mezzo-soprano voice came over the phone, "This is my phone number. Please contact me often in the future."
Peng Bo didn't expect that Gong Li would call him. His heart suddenly moved. Just as he was looking around, the window of a car slowly lowered and a hand stretched out.