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

Christie's...

Song Tang actually knew this.

Her system had previously sent her a lot of things through Christie's, and each one was very valuable.

Later, whenever Christie's held a slightly larger auction, they would send her an invitation of the highest standard.

And it's not just Christie's auction house. Other large auction houses also often send invitations to Song Tang.

What a joke, you know, a super client like Song Tang is something that every auction house must strive for.

"When?" Song Tang thought for a moment and asked.

"Nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Zhou Jing on the other end of the phone felt a slight movement in her heart.

Today she just told her young lady as usual, but after hearing her young lady's question, why did she feel that the invitation from Christie's was possible this time?

Song Tang put Song Da's head on the ground, stood up and looked at her roommates who were staring at her curiously in the dormitory.

"Is there a dress code? If I need a formal dress, I won't go. I'm too lazy to go back and change."

Song Tang's words made Zhou Jing smile slightly. "No need. Miss, this is just an auction. It's not a cocktail party or dinner. You don't need a formal dress. Just wear normal clothes, clean and tidy."

Speaking of dresses, the dress that Song Tang had custom-made from Chanel arrived a while ago. It has been hanging in the cloakroom specially prepared by Zhou Jing, gathering dust.

However, Song Tang wore a lot of high-end custom-made casual clothes that came back with the dress.

"That's fine. By the way, how many people can I bring in?"

Song Tang wanted to bring her roommates along this time, as this was her first time attending an auction. She felt more comfortable with them, and they could all broaden their horizons together.

"Miss, Christie's has arranged a private room for you. It's okay for you to bring your roommates."

How could Zhou Jing, who was so smart, not know what her young lady was thinking? She immediately gave Song Tang the answer he wanted.

At this time, the three people in the dormitory also heard that Song Tang was probably going somewhere and was planning to take them with him.

For a moment, the three of them were both excited and a little nervous.

Even Ye Jin was no exception. Although her family had taken her to some high-end places when she was in Shanghai, her parents were always with her.

This time, the girls went by themselves, so of course it was different from before.

Amidst the sparkling eyes of the others, Song Tang smiled and said to Zhou Jing on the other end of the phone, "Okay, reply to Christie's. I will attend this auction."

"Also, come pick us up tomorrow morning. You can arrange the time accordingly."

After hanging up the phone, before Song Tang could say anything, Zhao Zihong and the others surrounded Song Tang. Song Tang couldn't squeeze in and meowed anxiously.

"Tangtang, are you planning on taking us to the auction? I just heard you mention Christie's."

Zhao Zihong looked at Song Tang excitedly. You know, although she had seen auctions many times on TV and in short videos, she had never been to such a place in real life.

Ye Jin was also very excited at this moment. Her parents had taken her to participate in some small auctions in Shanghai, but she had never been to a top auction house like Christie's.

Han Jing also looked happy, but a little nervous. "Tangtang, tell me, if we go, is it really okay to wear ordinary clothes? Will it be inappropriate?"

Song Tang smiled slightly, "There's nothing inappropriate. I've already asked. Just wear your usual clothes. Something clean. No problem."

Song Tang's words were like a reassurance, making the other three feel much more at ease.

So in the following time, several people began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, trying to find some clothes that were as suitable as possible. Even the rich lady Ye Jin was no exception.

Song Tang, who had casually prepared a set of clothes, was idly holding a cat toy to trick Song Da Nao into running back and forth, jumping up and down.

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Early the next morning, the other three people who woke up early pulled Song Tang, who was still lying in bed, out of the quilt.

Song Datou was lying on his back with his eyes wide open, and that was right, he had also slept in Song Tang's bed last night.

It was sleeping soundly on its stomach, but when others pulled Song Tang up, it was turned over with its legs facing the sky.

But no one cared about the confused kitten at this time. Everyone hurriedly urged Song Tang to wash up and clean up.

After getting out of bed, Song Tang stood there in a daze until he finally woke up after a while.

She stretched lazily, revealing her white and tender waist and belly. The other three people were envious. This silly girl's skin was really amazing.

Ignoring the strange looks from the three people, Song Tang reached out and picked up Song Datou, who had been standing by the bed and looking at her for a long time, and put him on the ground.

Humph, I can't even sleep in, and you, a little kitty, still want to stay in bed? Get off me.

Song Dabo, who was unaware of his owner's sinister intentions, stretched out his body the moment he was put on the ground, then lay down on the spot, meowed at his owner.

Looking at the master and cat who looked so similar in front of them, the other three were speechless. It was true that people resembled their cats. These days, Song Dabo has become more and more like Song Tang.

I can eat, sleep, and never get up at night.

Other cats get up in the middle of the night to eat, go to the toilet, and run around the house.

When it got to Song Dabotou, everything was in chaos. It could sleep as long as Song Tang could.

After adding new cat food and clean water to Song Da Nao Tou, Song Tang staggered off to wash up. As for cleaning up the poop, that was done at the last moment before leaving the house.

Just after everyone had packed up, Zhou Jing called.

"Miss, we're already here, just downstairs from your dormitory."

"Okay, wait a moment, we'll be down soon."

After a brief and clear conversation, Song Tang hurried to clean up Song Dabo's shit.

Song Dabo was still squatting beside the cat litter box, waiting for the owner to finish cleaning out the litter before giving her a new dump of poop.

It always thinks this is the greatest gift to its owner.

Everything was done, and Song Tang went downstairs with everyone, carrying the garbage bag and throwing away the cat poop.

Parked downstairs was her old friend, a pink Rolls-Royce Cullinan, and two Lexus LMs were also there.

Zhou Jing stepped forward and took the cat poop garbage bag from Song Tang's hand, and asked them to get in the car first while she went to deal with these things.

Everyone in the dormitory was already familiar with the cars of Song Tang's family. They got in their cars and were ready to set off at any time.

As Zhou Jing, who was the last one to throw away the garbage, came back and got on the car, the convoy drove away along the campus road they came from.

Many students who also got up early just took a look and went about their own business, not showing any surprise at all.

There's no way around it. Miss Song lives in the second women's dormitory, and everyone has seen these cars many times. They're used to them now, so there's nothing to be surprised about.

The dormitory manager stood at the door, stuck her head out, watched the convoy leave, shook her head and smiled, then returned to the duty room.

It seems that these little girls were taken out to play by Xiao Songtang again today.

I don’t know if they have prepared food and water for the kittens they secretly raised.