sbdcsierra Chapter 288 Passerby: That handsome guy looks like the world's richest man?
Chapter 288 Passerby: That handsome guy looks like the world's richest man?
The atmosphere outside the show became eerie and tense at that moment.
Several elegantly dressed foreign socialites were gathered together, frantically fiddling with their phones.
They disregarded maintaining their so-called French elegance, their fingertips rapidly swiping across the screen, their eyes darting back and forth between Lin Zhou's face and the phone screen.
"My God, look at this Forbes front-page feature!"
One of the socialites let out a sharp gasp; her voice even sounded distorted from the extreme shock.
On the phone screen was a powerful business profile picture, a snapshot taken by Lin Zhou during a meeting at the Lin Group headquarters.
Although Lin Zhou was wearing a casual linen shirt and holding a DSLR camera in a rather unreliable manner, the godfather aura emanating from his very bones, which placed him above all others, was impossible to conceal.
"There's no mistake! It really is him! Lin Zhou, the one who swept through Wall Street six months ago, whose net worth was incalculable!"
That low shout was like a drop of ice-cold water being poured into a scalding oil pan.
With a loud bang.
Passersby, bloggers who were still taking pictures of models, and even executives who were leaving the venue all turned their heads in unison.
His identity could no longer be hidden at this moment.
These Parisian fashion elites were initially mocking Lin Zhou as a humble photographer who was a "doting husband."
But now, the contempt in their eyes has instantly turned into extreme fanaticism and awe.
"Is the world's richest man taking pictures of his wife in the street?"
"My God, this is even more explosive than the last show! Quick! Turn the camera over!"
The situation instantly spiraled out of control.
The reporters, who were originally chasing after the supermodels, decisively turned their attention away.
Those rows of telephoto lenses, worth hundreds of thousands, were like precise radars, all locked onto Lin Zhou, who was adjusting Su Qingge's collar.
The audience, as if by unspoken agreement, stopped looking at the catwalk and instead formed a semicircle, frantically snapping photos.
Su Qingge was startled by the sudden turn of events and instinctively shrank into Lin Zhou's arms.
"Lin Zhou...it seems like we've become monkeys in a zoo."
Su Qingge sighed helplessly, her peach blossom eyes filled with unease.
Lin Zhou keenly sensed the change in the surrounding atmosphere.
He squinted unhappily at the phones around him whose flashlights were practically shoving in his face.
"These guys have sharper eyes than radar."
Lin Zhou lowered his head and kissed Su Qingge's forehead, the carefree smile in his eyes instantly vanishing.
He quickly put away his camera and then grabbed Su Qingge's soft, delicate hand.
"Qingge, the plan has changed. We have to run away."
"what?"
Su Qingge hadn't reacted yet.
Lin Zhou had already domineeringly led her out through a tiny gap in the crowd, darting out like a nimble cat.
"Quick, after them! The richest man has escaped!"
Behind me came chaotic footsteps and curses in various languages.
Lin Zhou pulled Su Qingge along as they quickly made their way through the narrow, retro alleyways of Paris.
He was agile and fast, even when pulling someone along, his speed was far beyond the reach of reporters carrying heavy equipment.
"Lin Zhou... slow down... I'm wearing flats, not sneakers!"
Su Qingge playfully complained as she happily ran after him.
This feeling of being pursued by the whole world, yet relying solely on each other, thrilled her, like she was filming a Hollywood blockbuster.
Lin Zhou turned around, looked at her pretty face flushed from exercise, and chuckled.
"If we don't run now, are we supposed to stay and get their autographs?"
"I'm worth millions of dollars per second. Can they afford my appearance fee?"
The two skillfully shook off the first wave of pursuers and rushed out of the opera house's side door.
however.
The situation outside was even worse than inside.
The street, which originally had only a few dozen reporters, was now densely packed with hundreds of people.
Clearly, the news of Lin Zhou's appearance at Paris Fashion Week had already caused a sensation in Paris within minutes via the internet.
Countless long guns and short cannons were instantly aimed at the two who had just appeared.
"Mr. Lin! May I ask if your trip to Paris with your wife indicates any plans to acquire the GV brand?"
"Ms. Su! That designer just kissed the back of your hand in public. Will Mr. Lin withdraw his investment because of this?"
"Mr. Lin, it's rumored that you've come here to escape assassination attempts by the K organization. Is that true?"
The cacophony of questions, mixed with the clicking of camera flashes, made the air feel tense.
Lin Zhou steadily shielded Su Qingge, protecting her completely under the wings of his coat.
A dangerous glint flashed in his deep eyes, and his previously lazy rich boy demeanor instantly transformed back into that of the ruthless and decisive godfather of the Lin family.
He coldly surveyed the group of reporters who were practically shoving him around.
The immense pressure caused the burly men at the front to instinctively take a step back.
"Everyone, since you're all so concerned about my private life, I can't let you come all this way for nothing."
Lin Zhou suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it reached everyone's ears precisely.
The entire room fell silent instantly; even the sound of camera shutters seemed to freeze.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the young godfather to reveal some earth-shattering business secrets.
Lin Zhou's lips curled into a mischievous, playful smile.
He casually pointed to Su Qingge's long dress, which was already somewhat wrinkled from being squeezed, and replied perfunctorily:
"I'm here today simply because my wife said she needed a few changes of clothes, so I'm here to help her carry her bags."
"As for the acquisition and the assassination."
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow, his tone arrogant and disdainful.
"Do you think anyone in this world is worthy of letting me run away?"
"Don't block the way. My wife is hungry. If you delay her afternoon tea, I'm afraid your newspaper won't be able to pay her salary tomorrow."
These words were arrogant and unreasonable, yet they fit Lin Zhou's domineering persona in the outside world.
The reporters exchanged bewildered glances, wanting to lash out but held back by Lin Zhou's icy gaze.
While everyone was still stunned, Lin Zhou decisively pulled Su Qingge up and jumped into the bulletproof Phantom that had suddenly stopped by the roadside.
The heavy sound of the car door closing completely shut out the noise from the outside world.
The phantom was like a black lightning bolt, swiftly leaving the crowd behind and disappearing into the Parisian sunset.
Su Qingge leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh.
"Lin Zhou, what you just said will probably be all over the headlines again tomorrow."
Lin Zhou flipped through the newspaper he had casually grabbed from the roadside earlier, while lazily propping his feet up on the passenger seat.
"Let it explode, I'm just telling the truth anyway."
"I really came to take you to buy some clean clothes, but these clothes might be a little pricey."
Su Qingge rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.
"So where are you planning to take me now? Don't tell me we're going to buy a bag."
Lin Zhou put down the newspaper, a playful glint in his eyes.
He looked out the window at the gradually brightening lights of Paris, his tone becoming mysterious.
"Buying bags is a daily routine."
"For the second stop of our honeymoon, I want to take you to something even more fun."
Su Qingge looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Even more interesting?"
Lin Zhou turned his head, staring into her peach blossom eyes, his tone low and seductive.
"Have you heard of the 'private playground' in this city, specially prepared for the world's richest person?"