Make way, don't step on Brother Jun's dog!

Of course, where there is support, there is opposition.

There are plenty of people who like Wang Shaojun, and not a few who don't.

"Everyone knows that the dodge tomahawk is just a vehicle in a game and was never actually produced. You can tell at a glance that his is modified; it just looks like a dodge tomahawk."

"Exactly, and 'beating the entire internet'? Hilarious. Only you brainless fans would say something like that."

"Just because he has a little money, he's showing off. I despise people like that the most. Learn to be low-key. Don't you understand that the tallest tree in the forest is the first to be broken by the wind? Don't end up getting driven to bankruptcy and having to run online to beg for sympathy."

Clearly, those who could say such things are just people who hate the rich.

As expected, they were soon drowned out by the backlash.

"Damn, what kind of 2G human is this? Bankrupt the Young Lord? That's the biggest joke I've heard all year."

"Brother, no need to argue with them. People who say things like that are either jealous of others' success or just don't understand the Young Lord. There's no need to explain so much to them."

"I usually call these people 'jealous monsters.' They have no talent, no execution, and spend their days daydreaming about getting rich overnight."

"Brother, stop talking. Can you delete that? I have a friend who is triggered."

"You guys keep chatting, my boss told me to go to the Bund and livestream for him. It's calculated by the second, one yuan per second. If I can get the Young Lord's autograph, I get a 30,000 yuan bonus."

Once this comment appeared, everyone was stunned.

"What? The Young Lord's autograph is only worth 30,000? Your boss is too stingy. Please give me his number, I'll call him and scold him for you."

Meanwhile!

Wang Shaojun drove to the Bund. After parking, he walked along the road with Butler Wei and two Bodyguards. He held Xiao Jin in his arms, while Xiao Hei walked by his side, its eyes revealing an aura of dominance.

With a 'keep away' demeanor, he attracted the attention of everyone around.

Wang Shaojun stroked Xiao Jin's head and cast his gaze toward Lujiazui across the Huangpu River, feeling emotional.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a bustling metropolis; the prosperity here is indeed incomparable to Jiangcheng.

No wonder they dare to sell a bottle of cola for fifty yuan. If you say it's special, they have the audacity to openly pour a three-yuan bottle of cola into a glass right in front of you.

It's a case of one willing to fleece and the other willing to be fleeced.

Just then, Xiao Hei looked at the river and asked, looking up, "Master, are there fish down there?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Shaojun raised his hand and patted its dog head, "What? Are you addicted to catching fish? Don't worry, I'll take you out to sea later and let you catch all you want."

Xiao Hei's appearance caused the crowd around them to grow; after all, Xiao Hei was incredibly handsome.

Moreover, the Groenendael Dog is rarely seen in the country, which naturally made everyone curious.

A woman looked at Xiao Hei with glowing eyes and said to her male companion, "Is that a dog? So handsome!"

"I just checked, it is indeed a dog. It's called a Groenendael Dog, a large foreign breed. But this one seems even bigger than a typical Groenendael Dog. By the way, is it really okay not to have it on a leash?"

"It really is a dog. I've never seen one in the country before. The owner doesn't seem like an ordinary person. Is that a black cat he's holding?"

The man broke into a cold sweat upon hearing this. Good heavens, of course that's not an ordinary person. If the Young Lord were an ordinary person, then there would be very few people in the world who aren't.

Just as the two were about to approach, suddenly— "Holy crap, brothers, come quickly, I've found the Young Lord."

"I knew it! The Young Lord's car is nearby, so he must be here too."

"Boss, do you see it? It's really the Young Lord! I didn't lie to you, right? The timer has started. What? You want me to go over and ask the Young Lord if he wants a brother-in-law? No, Boss, are you dreaming? With your... *cough, cough*... That is, I didn't mean that. What I meant to say is, Duck Egg Superman probably wouldn't like someone mature."

"What? A 'little fresh meat'? You? Uh, Boss, my internet is bad, I can't see your comments anymore. Hey—thanks for the sports car, City Lord Luo! City Lord Luo is generous!"

The Bund, which was originally sparsely populated, was now overcrowded, and people were continuing to flood in from all directions.

But the vast majority were men, and they were mostly between their early twenties and thirties.

In such cold weather, Wang Shaojun's appearance caused the temperature of the entire Bund to rise by several degrees.

Ever since he told his fans his destination, Wang Shaojun knew it wouldn't be peaceful, but he didn't expect so many people to show up.

Good heavens, it was a sea of people; everywhere you looked, there were heads.

However, after everyone gathered, their eyes quickly shifted from Wang Shaojun to Xiao Hei.

"Holy moly, what a handsome dog!"

"Idiot, what dog? That's clearly a wolf. How could a dog be worthy of the Young Lord's status? It must be a black wolf."

"Black wolf? I think your girlfriend is pretty 'black'. Don't talk nonsense if you don't know anything. This is a Groenendael Dog, though its size is larger than any I've seen. But then again, it is truly handsome! It fits the Young Lord's status perfectly."

Xiao Hei heard these discussions, tilted its head, and at the same time understood why Wang Shaojun hadn't let it bark before.

Now it seemed that it really would have been a disservice to its appearance.

Seeing that it was getting more and more crowded, Wang Shaojun had to speak up: "Brothers, there's really no need for this. Everyone calm down. It would be bad if a stampede happened. If you want photos or anything, there are too many people, and I certainly can't satisfy everyone. How about this: I'll let Xiao Hei pick one hundred people from the crowd. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, although one hundred people were a bit few, the person was Wang Shaojun. He wasn't like those celebrities who rely on fans like them to make money.

But he didn't need to; not only did he not rely on fans to make money, but he actually led them to make money.

However, it depended on one's luck. Not everyone had the opportunity to buy stocks in the Yuanyang Group and Tianmen Group.

So, faced with Wang Shaojun's proposal, they naturally had no objections.

"No problem, Young Lord. Let Xiao Hei choose. Everyone stay still, don't step on the Young Lord's dog."

After saying this, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Hei with a flattering expression, saying, "Pick me! I'll go buy you roast chicken later. Pick me quickly."

Seeing this, Wang Shaojun secretly laughed to himself. With what you just said, there's no way Xiao Hei would pick you.

Thinking of this, he stroked Xiao Hei's head and said softly, "Go ahead, pick one hundred people out."

"Hehe, don't worry, Master. My eyes are precise, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."