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

Everyone was startled by Zhao Zihong's jumpy behavior and looked at her.

Zhao Zihong just stood there, looking at his clenched fists.

"Did I just knock that burly foreigner over?"

Everyone rolled their eyes. Well, I don't know if Zhao Zihong really just realized it now, or if he was just playing tricks on everyone.

"Let's go quickly. Let's go back to the pharmacy next to the school and buy some safflower oil to rub on you. I think your arm still doesn't hurt enough."

Hearing Song Tang's words, Zhao Zihong quickly got into the car with a smile.

In fact, she knew that the problem was not serious. If Johnson had kicked her so fiercely in the past, her arm would have been injured to some extent.

But who was Zhao Zihong? She was the one who had obtained Wei Wu's martial arts secrets. After studying with him for so long, she had mastered some of the techniques of releasing force quite well.

So now only the skin on her forearm looks slightly red and swollen.

We went to a drugstore near the school and bought some safflower oil for traumatic injuries. We decided to have dinner before going back.

This is an inconspicuous snail noodle shop. It smells stinky but tastes delicious. On a cold day, a bowl of spicy snail noodles is so refreshing.

The four of them were sweating profusely while slurping noodles when the door of the shop suddenly opened and a customer came in.

There were six young teenagers, four boys and two girls, who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. Their appearance was the same as the spirited little rockers on the Internet.

It's so cold, one is showing his ankles, the other is wearing short sleeves, and they are wearing too little clothes. I don't know if they are really not afraid of the cold, or if they are just trying to look good.

The six of them were laughing and joking the moment they entered the store, looking quite happy. If only the legs with exposed ankles stopped shaking, and the ones in short-sleeved shirts stopped shivering, the others in the store would probably have believed them.

Song Tang and his three friends slurped noodles while observing these half-grown and energetic young men and women. You know what, the guys weren't ugly, and the two young women were pretty good-looking too.

"Boss, two bowls of noodles."

One of them, who looked like the leader among them, walked to the kitchen door and called out to the boss who was busy in the kitchen.

This kind of small shop run by a couple is usually like this, they just come in and shout out their wares.

"Forty." The kitchen door curtain was lifted and the proprietress came out to collect the money.

I saw the four young men from the spiritual group start to search their pockets. They rummaged through their bodies and pulled out handfuls of cash of various denominations. After counting, they found that it was just enough, with two dollars left over.

After paying for the two bowls of noodles, the leader took a look and used the remaining money to buy a braised egg.

The little boys were quite kind and left the only egg for the two little girls.

No wonder people on the Internet say that even though Xiaoyaozi has no money, he can call a lot of girls with just one phone call.

They are so devoted that they even leave an egg for the girls to eat. There must be a reason why little girls like to play with them.

The six people at the table over there were having a lively time, while Song Tang and the other three looked at each other in surprise. This was the first time they had seen such a scene, and it was quite an eye-opener.

When Song Tang was poor, he would calculate how much money he had on him to see if it was enough before asking for something.

No matter how much money they have on them, they come in and order the food first before checking if they have enough money.

Song Tang actually wanted to ask them, what if the money they found was not enough?

Six people, two bowls of noodles, and they ate so fast.

The two girls ate first, and after they finished, they passed the food to the four boys. They took turns to eat, and even drank up the soup.

Seeing this scene, Han Jing and Ye Jin turned their attention to Zhao Zihong and Song Tang beside them.

Zhao Zihong and Song Tang exchanged a knowing glance. If they had been replaced by the two girls across the street, the four boys wouldn't have had to wait any longer. They'd definitely not even have any soup left.

They both looked down at the bowl in front of them at the same time. Sure enough, it was almost empty.

"Hey, Ermao, can you lend me ten dollars? I'm out of money for billiards. I'll pay you back in a couple of days."

"Yeah, fine then. See you at the entrance of the billiard hall at our usual place."

The leader hung up the phone with a proud look on his face. It seemed their next stop would be the pool hall.

When Song Tang and the others were halfway through their meal, six people came in. As a result, everyone finished eating at about the same time. It seems that having more people means not only greater strength, but also faster eating.

Both parties stood up and prepared to leave at almost the same time. The six young boys and girls walked in front, laughing and joking. They also observed Song Tang and the other three while eating. Song Tang's appearance amazed them all.

The two little girls kept secretly glancing at Song Tang even after they left the house, their eyes full of envy. How could someone be so handsome?

Song Tang and the other three couldn't understand why these half-grown children were always so happy.

Therefore, different people have different ways of living, and there will always be happiness that others do not understand.

Watching the children walk away, Zhao Zihong suddenly said, "How about we go play billiards too? Do you know how to play? I'm a real slam dunker."

The other three people refused in unison, which made Zhao Zihong dumbfounded. Was it so unanimous and straightforward?

Not to mention that it's already quite late and it's getting dark, and no one is interested in playing billiards.

"Hurry up, don't waste time. You still need to apply medicine when you get back. You have a wound on your arm and you're still thinking about playing billiards." Ye Jin said, raising his little hand and pretending to slap Zhao Zihong's forearm. Zhao Zihong was so scared that she quickly got into the car.

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“Oh my god!”

In the dormitory, Zhao Zihong's screams scared Song Dabo so much that she ran into the bathroom, just like when she was scared and ran into the car before.

"Why are you yelling? It doesn't hurt that much. If you don't rub it harder, it'll probably turn blue tomorrow."

Han Jing said unhappily while rubbing Zhao Zihong's wound with safflower oil.

How could Zhao Zihong, a martial artist, not know this principle? But sometimes he still had to cry out when he suddenly felt pain.

Ye Jin and Song Tang sat on the side eating melon seeds, and teased Zhao Zihong for not being manly enough, which made Zhao Zihong so angry that he rolled his eyes.

"All right, hand me that arm."

Han Jing moved the arm that Zhao Zihong had applied the medicine on away and stretched out her hand for Zhao Zihong to put her other arm over.

Zhao Zihong huddled in the chair, looking hesitant: "I'm afraid it will be a bit painful~"

Han Jing was speechless for a moment. Why do you, a person from Northeast China, learn Sichuan dialect?

"It doesn't hurt. Trust me."

Before Han Jing, who was from Sichuan, could say anything, the two onlookers next to him said it in unison, and then they both burst into laughter.

Han Jing snatched Zhao Zihong's other arm away in a bad mood, and while applying safflower oil to her, she said, "Stop showing off. I see you're not in pain, and you still have the leisure to joke around."

"Wait until I finish rubbing the medicine on you, then you can go and become bigger and stronger and create more glory."

Everyone burst into laughter, even Zhao Zihong grimaced and tried to hold back the pain while laughing.

Just as they were having fun, Han Jing exerted force with her hand, and Zhao Zihong, who was smiling foolishly, changed her expression instantly.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, it hurts so much~!”