The God of Wealth: The growth journey of the poor white rich beauty

In the underground parking lot of Manhe, when everyone walked down, they found that Qi Hai had arrived.

"Hey, Tangtang, I guess it's you who remembered me. Big Sister doesn't have that intention." Qi Hai spoke proudly when they met, his newly dyed chestnut hair swaying in the air.

Before Bai Tang could respond, Shen Aojun rushed forward and pinched Qi Hai's ear.

"You idiot, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you already have the nerve to make up stories about me."

Qi Hai begged for mercy repeatedly due to the pain. Since their families were close friends, he had been bullied by Shen Aojun since he was little.

After quickly separating the two people who were fighting, there were now ten people in total. Bai Tang and Zhou Jing were just thinking about how to arrange the trip when Qi Hai quietly approached them.

"Dear Miss Tangtang, can we drive a supercar?"

Zhou Jing was speechless, while Bai Tang was amused by Qi Hai's servile appearance.

"Sure, why not? Which one do you want to drive?"

Seeing Bai Tang agreed, Qi Hai ignored Shen Aojun who was pulling at his collar and pointed at the black beast lying dormant on the side and said, "I'll just drive this, a Lamborghini Venetian. Last time I simply drove down the basement, but it wasn't satisfying."

"You bastard, you're still driving this? Are you being wronged?" Shen Aojun was furious after hearing what Qi Hai said. "Change it. Tangtang hasn't driven this car yet."

Bai Tang didn't say anything, just watched them playing with a smile.

"Then I'll open this one." Qi Hai pointed at Rafa aggrievedly.

"Since we're going to drive, let's all drive out. Many of these cars haven't left the house yet," Bai Tang said directly. "Zhao Qi, go upstairs and get the keys. Just take the keys to the five supercars. There are exactly ten of us."

Zhao Qi responded and left.

The three roommates stood by and watched, not knowing what to say. They just felt that what they had seen and heard today was a bit beyond their imagination.

Soon Zhao Qi returned with a bunch of car keys.

Bai Tang looked at everyone present. Supercars are not easy to drive, so the choice of driver needs to be cautious.

He gave the keys to the Ferrari LaFerrari to Qi Hai and asked him to drive Zhao Zihong. As the only male present, he should get along well with Zhao Zihong.

I gave the Maserati MC12 to Zhou Jing, asking her to take Zhao Qi with her. This car isn't easy to control, so it's more reassuring to leave it to someone more stable.

The Porsche 918 was given to Jin Duoduo, who was asked to take Zhao Rui with her.

The McLaren P1 was going out for the first time, so I gave it to Shen Aojun to drive, along with little Ye Jin. Shen Aojun liked all the soft little girls.

Bai Tang herself was preparing to drive the Lamborghini Veneno, which looked like a ghost in the dark night. Of course, she would be the one to take care of the remaining Han Jing.

All the cars and personnel have been allocated, and everyone gets in their assigned cars and starts the car.

For a while, in the middle of the night, the entire underground parking lot was filled with the roar of supercars.

Sitting in the driving seat of Duyao, Bai Tang, who was a little directionally challenged, took out his mobile phone to navigate to Sister Qing's barbecue restaurant, and then handed the phone to Han Jing, who was a little reserved next to him.

"I'll drive, you lead the way. Relax, we all know each other."

Bai Tang comforted Han Jing, who looked a little nervous, then turned the steering wheel, turned a corner and drove out of the parking space.

The other vehicles followed in an orderly manner, and the roar continued for a while, which scared the security guards at the gate.

After the door was opened and the passengers were allowed to pass, the security guard looked at the Lamborghini that was flying away like a stream of light in the dark night, and the fleet of supercars following behind, his eyes full of envy.

"You must be envious," an older security guard behind him lit a cigarette and handed it to him.

"Miss Bai on the top floor is very nice. The cigarettes we are smoking now were sent by her housekeeper."

Seeing the young security guard in front of him just puffing his cigarette quietly without saying anything, he patted him on the shoulder.

"As the saying goes, one is destiny, two is luck, and three is feng shui. If it is destined for you, it will come to you eventually. If it is not destined for you, don't force it."

"Don't look at it, it's already far away. Go to work seriously."

After saying that, he returned to his booth, leaving the young man alone in melancholy.

People can never teach people, but experiences can teach people once. After being beaten by life many times, people will gradually become more open-minded.

In the early morning hours, Kyoto is still brightly lit, and the nightlife is bustling.

There are handsome men and beautiful women everywhere on the street, all dressed in cool clothes and walking in groups.

Various sports cars and luxury cars that are rarely seen during the day also appeared on the road.

Especially in the gathering places of bars and nightclubs, rows of good cars are parked on the roadside, including some expensive supercars and luxury cars.

Handsome guys call their friends, and beautiful girls come in groups. Young people's nights are the sublimation of passion and alcohol.

A burst of dense roars came from the distance, and everyone stopped talking and looked up.

This is Bai Tang's supercar team that happened to pass by here.

Everyone saw a group of supercars of various shapes roaring towards them in the distance, led by a pitch-black mechanical behemoth, the Lamborghini Veneno!

Young people on both sides of the road stopped chatting and took out their phones to take pictures. Beautifully dressed young women quickly fixed their makeup, waiting to approach and chat with other people if they stopped.

There were also some wealthy second-generations from the upper echelons of society among the crowd, chatting with each other. After exchanging information for a while, it turned out that no one knew which big shots these cars belonged to.

Only one of them recognized the pink LaFerrari, which was the car of the black card girl circulating on the Internet.

After I explained it in detail, everyone was even more confused. Normally, this was the only circle among the top people in Kyoto, so they probably knew everything they needed to know.

It is not known which family the princess was released after reaching adulthood, or whether she is a migrant worker from another place.

"Okay, Zhaoyang, don't worry about it. If you stay in Kyoto for a long time, you will find out."

A young man dressed in Versace said to Qin Zhaoyang who was still looking at the passing convoy.

"It's not that I'm worried, just pure curiosity. None of the cars in this fleet are ordinary. They're all extremely rare and limited edition sports cars."

Qin Zhaoyang, who is over 1.8 meters tall and has delicate and noble features, said slowly.

His noble attire and handsome appearance attracted the girls nearby to look at him secretly.

"Especially that MC12. I've been looking for a good car for ages. But did you see the one we just passed by? It's practically new."

Qin Zhaoyang said with some regret as he looked at the convoy going away.

The other party didn't stop here, which means he had somewhere else to go. If he had stopped just now, he would have had the chance to go up and make friends with him.

Not only Qin Zhaoyang felt a little regretful, all the young people on this journey felt a little regretful.

"Okay, everyone's gone. Ning Yu is here, let's get ready to go in."

Qin Zhaoyang, who was leaning against the railing, looked over and saw a young man walking leisurely towards him not far away.

His smiling eyes were hidden under his messy hair, and for a moment the young lady nearby didn't know whether to look at him or Qin Zhaoyang.

"Hey, what's wrong with Zhaoyang? He looks so melancholy." Ning Yu walked up to him and started teasing him.

If Bai Tang were here, he would definitely recognize him.

The newcomer in front of her was Ning Yu, Shen Aojun's friend whom she met when she first practiced motorcycle riding at the racetrack.

"It's okay." Qin Zhaoyang curled his lips. "Let's go. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

After that, the group walked towards the nightclub behind them.

"Well, you know, I'm involved in the family business now, and I really don't have enough time."

Ning Yu said to his friends around him with a smile.

He really doesn't have much time to play. The last time he went to the racetrack to ride a motorcycle was just a break from his busy schedule.

Inside the nightclub, the lights were flashing, the air was thick with alcohol, and countless men and women were dancing to the blasting DJ, creating a scene of drunkenness and extravagance.

"Zhaoyang Ningyu, here, here!"

Someone in a booth not far away stood up and shouted at them.

Looking around, it was none other than Wang Zhongqing, the son of the richest man in the world.