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

Christie's auction today should be quite large.

At this time, there were people and cars coming and going at the entrance of the venue. Many people in uniform were busy welcoming guests, and the parking lot at the entrance was also filled with luxury cars.

Unlike the nightclubs where the entrances are filled with sports cars, the luxury cars here are mostly Rolls-Royce, Maybach, Bentley, and many high-end limousines. There are only a few sports cars here.

From a distance, I saw two Land Rover Range Rovers with three cars sandwiched between them. The pink Cullinan in the middle was particularly eye-catching in the traffic that was mostly black and white.

A beautiful receptionist who had been arranged in advance saw that the person she was waiting for had arrived, and quickly stood in front of the car and waited for the other party to park.

The motorcade slowly stopped at the entrance of the venue. Before the beautiful receptionist could come forward to greet her, four sturdy bodyguards quickly got out of the two Land Rover Range Rovers in front and behind and separated her.

One of the female bodyguards stepped forward and opened the door of the Cullinan. Song Tang, who was wearing a light-colored outfit today, jumped out of the car and stood there in a charming manner, her whole body radiant.

Zhou Jing, who got out of the car behind her, had a smile in her eyes. Her young lady would not be too nervous wherever she went now. Even the top auctions where bigwigs gathered were just for fun.

After handing the car over to the bodyguards and venue staff for parking, Song Tang and her group were just about to enter the venue under the guidance of the receptionist when they heard someone calling her name from behind.

"Song Tang~Song Tang~!"

Song Tang stopped and looked back. The voice was so distinctive that she knew who it was without even looking. It was none other than that funny guy Qin Zhaoyang.

But when she turned around, she found that not only was Qin Zhaoyang jumping around, but Ning Yu was also standing beside Qin Zhaoyang and looking at her with a smile.

On the other side of Qin Zhaoyang, a middle-aged man and woman with noble temperaments looked at her with curiosity. From the similarity in their eyebrows and eyes, it can be roughly known that these two should be Qin Zhaoyang's parents.

Before Song Tang could think of anything, Qin Zhaoyang rushed to her side in two or three steps.

"Hey, from a distance, it looks like you guys. I've never seen you at an auction before."

Song Tang could only smile apologetically at Ning Yu and the couple, "Well, I've invited you many times. I didn't have time before, but today is my day off, so I thought I'd come over and take a look."

After saying that, Song Tang glanced behind Qin Zhaoyang again, "Are those your parents? Are you sure you don't want to introduce them?"

The insensitive Qin Zhaoyang then remembered his parents. He slapped his forehead and was about to introduce them to Song Tang when he heard his mother's voice behind him.

It turned out that when Qin Zhaoyang was talking to Song Tang, Ning Yu had secretly sold Qin Zhaoyang out with Qin's father and mother.

After learning from Ning Yu that the girl in front, whom her son had just called Song Tang, was the driving force behind her eldest son shaving his head, Qin's mother immediately became interested and walked up to him without waiting for Qin Zhaoyang to turn around and introduce him.

"This girl must be Song Tang, right? She's so pretty. No wonder Qin Zhaoyang mentions you so often."

Mother Qin looked at Song Tang gently and smiled, saying that people who didn't know her would never imagine that she was as playful as her son at home.

After saying this, Mother Qin secretly looked at Song Tang in front of her. She was indeed beautiful. She had never seen many people who were so good-looking in all her years. No wonder her son was so attracted to her.

Looking at him again, he was very graceful and elegant, with a lot of people around him. With Qin's sharp eyes, she could tell at a glance which ones were friends and which ones were housekeepers.

Qin Zhaoyang stood aside, dumbfounded, staring at his mother, thinking, "When did you become so gentle? And when did I mention Song Tang to you every day at home?"

Before Qin Zhaoyang could speak, Song Tang in front of him took two steps forward, walked up to Qin's mother and extended his hand.

"Hello, Auntie. I'm Song Tang, Qin Zhaoyang's friend. This is our first meeting, and I didn't know you were his mother. Please forgive me for any inconvenience."

Song Tang's words were pleasant to the ears and showed due respect to elders.

This made Qin's father, who was walking with Ning Yu behind, nod secretly in his heart. This girl is good, but he doesn't know if his son has the luck.

After greeting the smiling Mother Qin, Song Tang shook hands and said hello to Father Qin after being introduced by Mother Qin.

"Brother Ning, you are here too." Song Tang finally spoke to Ning Yu after greeting the elders.

"Well, let's follow along and take a look. I didn't expect to meet you here."

Father Qin saw someone waving at him in the distance, so he said to everyone, "Okay, let's talk while we walk. The show is about to start."

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It was not until they went up to the second floor that everyone realized that they were all in the VIP room on the second floor.

"Uncle and aunt, we've arrived at our private room. Brother Ning and Qin Zhaoyang, we'll talk later." Song Tang greeted everyone and turned to enter private room number two under the guidance of the receptionist. His roommates and Zhou Jing followed him in one after another.

Qin Zhaoyang originally wanted to call Song Tang to come with him, but before he could say anything, Qin's mother twisted his ear as he made a move.

No one knows a son better than his mother. Looking at her son's eagerness, how could Mother Qin not know what this kid wants to do?

While twisting Qin Zhaoyang's ear and pulling him into the private room No. 3 next door, he scolded him with frustration.

"Are you crazy? Didn't you see that even the bodyguard who followed them in was only a woman? How could you go into a room full of women?"

"Mom, let go quickly, it's falling out." Qin Zhaoyang groaned softly with his teeth bared. Fortunately, Song Tang and the others had already gone in, otherwise he would have lost all his face if they had seen this scene.

In fact, he was overthinking it. In Song Tang's mind, he had long been equated with Ding Wei from Urumqi. They were both the same funny contestants, so there was no face left for him.

And even if Song Tang saw it, he would only sigh at how fierce Qin's mother was.

Qin's mother let go of her son's ear, still a little angry, and kicked Qin Zhaoyang on the butt.

"How can you chase a girl like that? If you keep doing that, do you believe that Song Tang will never like you again in this life? Can you be more discerning in the future?"

Qin's father, who came in with him, didn't say a word. He just watched his wife deal with their son with a smile on his face. This scene was already a common occurrence for him.

Ning Yu smiled as he watched his buddy being beaten up. Just as he was about to step in, he heard someone calling him from not far away.

"Ning Yu!"

"Wang Zhongqing? You're here too?"

It turns out he is the son of the richest man.

Wang Zhongqing walked over to Ning Yu curiously and said, "I saw you guys a while ago. But before I could even say hello, Aunt Qin beat up Qin Zhaoyang. I didn't feel comfortable coming over."

After saying this, Wang Zhongqing leaned close to Ning Yu's ear curiously, "Who was that girl just now? I think Aunt Qin punished Qin Zhaoyang because of that girl."

"She even went into private room number two? I've never seen anyone like her in Kyoto before. She's so pretty."

Ning Yu didn't want to tell Wang Zhongqing much about Song Tang. "He's a friend of my friend. We met once when we were playing together. He's not from Kyoto."

Wang Zhongqing suddenly understood what he was saying. He had said that it was impossible for him not to know someone who could enter Christie's private room number two in Kyoto.

At this time, he had never even heard of Song Tang in private room number two, which meant that he was not a native of Kyoto.

"Crossing River Dragon?" Wang Zhongqing muttered to himself, squinting his eyes and looking at the door of private room No. 2 which had been closed long ago.