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

Zhao Zihong was at home showing her parents photos of the interior and exterior of Song Tang's private jet, causing her parents to exclaim in amazement. Zhou Jing had already made all the arrangements for Song Tang.

"Wei Wu, you should find a place to rent a car. It's not very convenient to use the hotel car. Ask the hotel manager for specific locations."

Zhou Jing decided to rent a car for her own convenience. The hotel car still didn't offer the freedom of driving herself.

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When Song Tang woke up and got ready, Zhao Zihong called him. Her family had already arrived at the restaurant and asked Song Tang to come early for dinner.

Song Tang forwarded the restaurant address sent to him by Zhao Zihong to Wei Wu and the others. After taking the gifts that Zhou Jing had bought in the afternoon, the group went downstairs to go to Zhao Zihong's restaurant.

Unlike the time when he stayed at the Bulgari Hotel a long time ago, Song Tang had his own butler this time. So the hotel's suite butler had basically no role to play and could only help out by the side.

Three cars were already waiting at the entrance of R&F Building.

In the middle is a Rolls-Royce Phantom, and in the front and back are two four-wheel drive Audi A6Ls. On the streets of the ice city in winter, Audi's quattro four-wheel drive would be more useful.

These cars were rented from a high-end luxury car rental company that Wei Wu found after consulting with the hotel manager. They will be used until the day Song Tang leaves Ice City.

As for the car rental fee, it was not even a drop in the bucket for Song Tang.

After Wei Wu rented a car and drove away with Feng Bo and Chen Xiong, the boss of the car rental company looked at the car going away and thought secretly, I don’t know where this big shot from has come to Bingcheng, these bodyguards don’t look simple.

Following the address sent by Zhao Zihong, a group of three cars took more than half an hour to arrive at the door of Zhao Zihong's restaurant.

It has two floors and looks quite large. It is a restaurant that specializes in Northeastern cuisine, called iron pot stew.

As soon as the convoy stopped at the door, Zhao Zihong, who had been waiting inside the hotel, opened the door and ran out. Smiling, she said to Song Tang, who had just gotten out of the back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, "You guys are here so fast! I thought it would take a while."

Zhao Zihong didn't ask about the cars Song Tang and the others were driving. She knew that with Song Tang's ability, even if they were bought on the spot, she wouldn't be surprised.

When Song Tang and Zhao Zihong were chatting, Zhao Zihong's mother also came out.

The commotion at the restaurant entrance attracted the attention of many passers-by, and some customers dining on the first floor also looked out through the large, clear glass windows.

"This girl, when Song Tang came, he was not even brought into the house first. It was so cold to just stand at the door and talk." Mother Zhao scolded her daughter while enthusiastically pulling Song Tang back.

Zhou Jing behind him smiled slightly, patted Zhao Zihong's shoulder who was standing there in a daze, and followed with the gift. Zhao Zihong also reacted and hurriedly followed.

The bodyguards and assistants who had parked their cars followed closely behind.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, the heat and the aroma of food hit him in the face, and Song Tang even felt his stomach growling.

Many of the diners who were originally chatting animatedly now quieted down a bit and observed Song Tang and his group.

"Come, go upstairs first. Auntie has reserved a private room for you." Mother Zhao led Song Tang in front.

"Thank you, Auntie. I'm sorry for the trouble you and uncle took. By the way, where is Uncle Zhao?" Song Tang was walking in front, held by Zhao's mother's hand.

Mother Zhao pushed open the door of a private room that was nicely decorated.

"Your uncle is in the kitchen. He's a former chef, and he opened our restaurant with his own skills. Today he's going to personally make you something delicious."

Song Tang was a little flattered by Mrs. Zhao's words, and he exclaimed that Uncle Zhao was too polite.

After Zhou Jing and Song Tang greeted each other, they went out and prepared a separate table for Wei Wu, Zhao Qi, and Zhao Rui, letting them eat alone.

Just as Song Tang was sitting and chatting with Zhao's mother and Zhao Zihong, and Zhou Jing was helping to add tea and water, Zhao's father came with the waiter to serve the dishes.

"Come, girl, try Uncle Zhao's cooking today."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao, you are so warm-hearted." Song Tang quickly stood up to respond, but was pulled to sit down by Zhao's mother beside her, which made her laugh and cry.

The whole dining table was filled up in no time, and Mr. Zhao changed out of his chef suit and came back.

"I have arranged for your bodyguards and assistants, don't worry." Mr. Zhao had a good eye and just saw Song Tang's subordinates who had a separate table, so he asked the kitchen to serve them food as well.

"Did you bring this, Song Tang?" Mr. Zhao, who had just sat down, asked curiously as he looked at the pile of gift boxes placed next to the tea table.

Before Song Tang could say anything, Mother Zhao, who was sitting nearby, looked at him with a look of disapproval and said, "It was all because of this child. I was just talking about her, and she's still so polite when she comes to our house."

Father Zhao smiled and said to Song Tang, "Come on, we're going home now. It's not customary to bring gifts home. If you do this again, your uncle and aunt will be angry."

After hearing this, Song Tang quickly said that this was only the first time and it would not happen again.

Seeing Song Tang like this, Zhao's father smiled and said to Zhao's mother, "The child has brought it here. It's a token of his love. Just keep it."

"Okay, let's stop talking about this. Hurry up and pick up your chopsticks to taste uncle's cooking. I wonder if it has regressed now."

After saying that, Mr. Zhao asked everyone to pick up their chopsticks. Song Tang also saw the same characteristics in Mr. and Mrs. Zhao as in Zhao Zihong.

Northeastern people are typically hospitable, straightforward and generous.

Everyone started eating. Song Tang and Zhou Jing praised Mr. Zhao's cooking skills while eating, which made Mr. Zhao very happy. Mrs. Zhao sat next to Song Tang and kept picking up food for her. Soon, Song Tang's bowl was piled high with food.

"Auntie, please go slower, I'll do it myself." Song Tang could only beg for mercy. Good thing, with her eating speed, she couldn't even keep up with the speed at which Mother Zhao picked up the dishes.

Zhao Zihong looked at Song Tang who was overwhelmed by his mother's care and laughed secretly, then turned his head to look at the gift on the ground.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhao might think that those were just gifts bought on the market, but Zhao Zihong didn't think so.

It is true that many of the gift boxes looked like high-end specialties from Ice City, but there was one thing among them that Zhao Zihong had seen and recognized.

Red wine from Song Tang’s own winery!

Judging from the packaging, it should be the top-notch one.

The two bottles of red wine in this gift box alone have a market value of hundreds of thousands of dollars. The key is that even if you have money, you may not be able to buy them.

Zhao Zihong, who understood Song Tang's character, remained silent. She knew that since these things were already there, Song Tang would never take them back. Furthermore, the atmosphere in the room was lively, and Zhao Zihong didn't want to spoil the fun.

That’s it. I’ll take Song Tang to have some fun in Bingcheng later.

Because of the two younger ones, Song Tang and Zhao Zihong, there was no wine at today's meal. It was just a pure dinner.

Mother Zhao likes Song Tang more and more.

She always felt that Song Tang was as sweet and soft as a cute and sweet snow melon. Now she could eat and was not picky about food. As the old saying goes, being able to eat is a blessing. All of Song Tang's points hit the nail on the head for Mother Zhao.

This is the power of Song Tang's special physique, which makes her especially favored by the elders.