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

Zhao Zihong's sudden words made everyone stunned, even Song Tang was quite surprised.

"Oh, the New Year is so lively over there. It's full of festive atmosphere."

"Nowadays, in many places, celebrating the New Year is just a formality, cold and completely routine."

"The New Year celebrations in my hometown are very human. There are loud gongs and drums, firecrackers, and crowds of people..."

Zhao Zihong became more and more excited as he spoke, and was almost starting to sing a jingle.

"Stop, stop, stop!" The other three interrupted her in unison, and at the same time, interrupted her desire to continue speaking.

The three of them looked at Zhao Zihong speechlessly, as he seemed to be reluctant to leave. This guy is like this, he gets excited when he talks, and he can even sing a few lines for you in a short while.

However, what Zhao Zihong said just now was not without reason. Han Jing and Ye Jin both looked at Song Tang. They also probably knew that if Song Tang was in Kyoto during the New Year, he would probably spend it with Zhou Jing and the others.

Song Tang shook his head, and Zhao Zihong was a little disappointed seeing this.

"I won't be spending the New Year in Kyoto. I plan to go to Qiongzhou Island and spend the New Year there, experiencing the first warm weather in my life."

After Song Tang said these words, everyone suddenly realized that they were not celebrating the New Year in Kyoto.

"Qiongzhou Island is a great place. One year, my parents and I traveled there and celebrated the Chinese New Year. There were a lot of people traveling there for the New Year."

"If you're planning on going to Qiongzhou Island, you can start looking at hotels and booking them now, otherwise the hotels will be full and you won't have anywhere to stay."

Ye Jin shared some of her own experiences with Song Tang.

"It's okay, it's okay. I've bought a property on Qiongzhou Island. I'll live in my own home and not in a hotel."

Song Tang smiled and embraced the dumbfounded Ye Jin. So the experience she had been talking about for so long was of no use to others?

But think about it, for someone like Song Tang, it would be easy to buy a property on Qiongzhou Island, and the house would probably be of good quality.

Thinking of this, Ye Jin asked curiously: "Where did you buy the house?"

Song Tang smiled faintly and said, "The sea view villa over at Xiangshui Bay."

The other three rolled their eyes. Just one moment, everyone was worried she'd be lonely celebrating the Lunar New Year in Kyoto, and now she's bought a huge villa in Xiangshui Bay on Qiongzhou Island to celebrate the New Year there?

For a moment, I really didn't know who should sympathize with whom...

"However, I really want to go to Zhao Zihong's place to have some fun. They say that the Northeast is the most fun in winter."

As soon as Song Tang finished speaking, Zhao Zihong immediately became energetic again.

He grabbed the three of them and started to talk about his hometown. Unfortunately, except for Song Tang, the other two did not plan to go this year, and if they did, it would be later.

"Okay, then it's settled. I'll go to Northeast China for a while, and then go to Qiongzhou Island around the New Year."

"My goodness, I want to experience the coldest and warmest places in our country." After saying this, Song Tang laughed to himself.

It’s finally winter vacation, I must go out and play, I must!

The first stop of a trip is naturally a place where you know people, and the Ice City in Northeast China is a very good choice.

"Wait a minute, you guys chat first, I'll ask Sister Zhou to make arrangements in advance." After saying that, he took out his phone and sent a message to Zhou Jing.

"Sister Zhou, we have a holiday on the 8th. I'm going to visit Zhao Zihong's hometown, the Ice City of Northeast China. We'll take our own plane this time, so please prepare in advance."

Zhou Jing's message came back a short while later. "Okay Miss, if we have a holiday on the 8th, can we leave on the 9th? Also, when can we book the hotel?"

[We can depart on the 9th. We'll return on the 20th and fly directly to Qiongzhou Island. We won't be returning to Kyoto.]

[Okay, miss. I'll arrange it right away.]

The communication between the two was as concise and clear as ever.

Song Tang put away her phone and saw everyone looking at her. She smiled and said, "Okay, everything is arranged. We'll leave on the 9th to visit Zhao Zihong's family in the Ice City of Northeast China, and then fly directly to Qiongzhou Island on the 20th to celebrate the New Year."

"By the way, Lao Zhao, refund your ticket. We can fly together later."

Zhao Zihong was originally very happy to hear that Song Tang had decided to go to her house for fun, but after hearing the second half of Song Tang's words, she became a little hesitant.

It was really convenient for her to go home by train. If she refunded the ticket here, based on her understanding of Song Tang, she estimated that Song Tang would ask Zhou Jing to buy the plane ticket as well.

"Well, I can refund the train ticket, but I have to pay for the plane ticket myself. If you buy the ticket for me, then I won't refund it." Zhao Zihong is also a very stubborn person in some aspects.

But she didn't expect that as soon as she finished speaking, Song Tang, who had been looking at her strangely, laughed.

This made her laugh a little confused. She didn't need to figure it out herself, because Song Tang spoke after laughing.

"I didn't realize you were so stubborn, Zhao Zihong. No need to buy a plane ticket, I'm flying my own plane. If you want to pay, I don't mind."

As soon as Song Tang made the joke, the other three stood up in surprise.

What? Your own plane? A private jet?

The three of them were shocked as they surrounded Song Tang, pulling her back and forth and watching her carefully.

So, I have a roommate who owns a private jet? You know, in the eyes of ordinary people, rich people and rich people with private jets are two different types of people.

Seeing everyone making a fuss, Song Dabo, who was playing with a ball, ran over to join in the fun. He pulled down Song Tang's pants and climbed up. He was so skilled in this set of moves that Song Tang didn't know how many clothes he had ruined.

Holding the still climbing Song Datou in her arms, Song Tang smiled and pushed away her roommates who were watching her like a panda.

"What are you doing? Hey, stay away from me. You're scaring me." The other three let him go.

"Tell me quickly, what kind of private jet did you buy? Is it the same as the one owned by Mr. Wang?" asked Han Jing, who usually watches short videos and is exposed to online hot topics.

"Huh...? What kind of plane does Mr. Wang have?" Song Tang wasn't quite sure what model of plane Mr. Wang had.

Han Jing and Ye Jin scrolled through their phones for a while, then handed it to Song Tang. "Here, this is it, a Gulfstream. Is it yours?"

Song Tang knew it wasn't this aircraft as soon as she saw the picture. The Gulfstream business jet in the picture was slender and had smooth lines. It was completely different from the plane she had seen before.

"Wait a minute, I remember Sister Zhou sent me a photo of my plane." After saying that, Song Tang put the kitten on the table, took out his mobile phone and started searching.

"Look, my plane looks like this, chubby." Song Tang handed the phone to the three of them.

"Fuck, it's so big?" The three of them cursed in unison when they saw the photo of Song Tang's private jet.

The plane in the photo is huge and looks like the civilian airliners in the airport. There are three large characters in graceful font on the fuselage - Begonia!

Just by hearing the name, you know that it is Song Tang’s private jet.

"Looks like a Boeing?" Ye Jin knew more.

"Let me see." Song Tang took his phone and checked his chat history with Zhou Jing. "It's a Boeing, a 787-8BBJ."

As soon as Song Tang finished speaking, the three people next to him had already found out the model information of this private jet and looked at him in disbelief.

"Sixty-three meters long?"

"Ah."

"Can it seat 80 people?"

"Ah."

"25 million?"

"More than that, I had it custom made."

Boom boom boom... Everyone fell to their knees...