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

The next day, as the sky was about to brighten, the pale sky in the eastern sky was dyed red by the half-rising sun. Zhao Zihong, with hazy eyes and Song Tang, who was obviously not fully awake, stood on the street of the morning market.

There was a group of people standing behind the two of them. When the people around Song Tang heard that the young lady was going to the morning market this morning, they all followed her.

The clamor of vendors shouting and honking electronic horns creates a bustling atmosphere. Steam rises from all sorts of steamers, and the aroma wafts across the street.

There were many kinds of stalls on both sides of the street, with cold, hot, fried and pan-fried food. Song Tang even saw a stall selling nothing but ice cream from a distance. They were just placed there, and the weather was better than a freezer.

The streets of the morning market were bustling with people, not only middle-aged and elderly people, but also many young people who were full of energy and wandering around the stalls. It seemed that they were probably tourists from other places who came here because of the reputation like Song Tang.

Locals live here, while tourists from other places come here to experience the life of locals.

Today's Northeast morning market has become an alternative business card for the Northeast after the fermentation of short videos on the Internet.

It is said that the daily life of the world is what soothes the hearts of ordinary people the most.

Song Tang was immediately attracted by this endless picture of the bustling city. As for the sleepiness he had just felt, it had disappeared without a trace.

"Sister Zhou, come on, take a picture."

Song Tang excitedly pulled Zhao Zihong, turned his back to the morning market, and faced Zhou Jing and the others behind him.

Zhou Jing responded with a smile, took the Hasselblad X2D camera that had been prepared earlier from Chen Xiong, and handed it to Zhao Rui beside her.

Zhao Rui is quite good with cameras and has some skills. This Hasselblad camera was recommended by her and she just got it.

Logically speaking, the price of this camera is less than 60,000 yuan. Even if you add some accessories such as lenses, it is only more than 100,000 yuan, which is not in line with Song Tang's net worth.

But it has always been said that professional matters should be left to professionals. This Hasselblad camera was recommended by Zhao Rui and is currently the most suitable camera for his daughter.

There are more expensive cameras, some even costing hundreds of thousands, but those aren't very user-friendly for a novice like Song Tang. The various specialized settings and tricks are completely incomprehensible to Song Tang, who often takes his own photos.

Not to mention that those cameras are so big that they are almost the same as carrying a dumbbell.

Song Tang got his hands on the Hasselblad X2D yesterday afternoon and played with it for a bit. With Zhao Rui's guidance, he quickly mastered it. The size was perfect for holding it, and the autofocus function was incredibly user-friendly for a beginner like Song Tang.

But Song Tang also discovered that although they used the same camera to take pictures of the same subject, Zhao Rui's pictures looked better than hers. She couldn't deny it.

So when someone is needed to take a panoramic photo like now, Zhao Rui naturally becomes Song Tang's personal photographer.

After Song Tang took Zhao Zihong and Zhao Rui to take a photo of the two of them, he took a photo of himself alone.

Song Tang, pictured in the camera, is smiling, his reddened face visible beneath his furry hat. The bustling streets behind him create a stark contrast to the refined and elegant Song Tang.

Zhao Rui smiled slightly, seized the opportunity and pressed the shutter of the camera, as if framing the elf Song Tang into the human world.

Finally, Song Tang wanted everyone to take a group photo together. It was Zhao Zihong, a local, who stepped in and asked an older brother to help, so that everyone could take a group photo together.

But to say everyone was present wasn't entirely accurate. At least Song Dabo was not there, likely still fast asleep in the suite. He was probably one of the few cats in the world to have stayed in a presidential suite.

When Song Tang and others were taking pictures busily on the street, some passers-by and vendors not far away in the morning market noticed that this was another group of outsiders who came to experience the morning market.

There are no locals who are so eager to come to the morning market to take pictures so early in the morning.

After putting away the camera and hanging it around her neck, Zhao Rui followed everyone towards the morning market. This morning, she would be responsible for capturing some random shots of Song Tang.

No matter how deliberately posed, it will never be as natural as everyday snapshots.

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"Four fried cakes cost five yuan, they are so delicious~ crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, sweet and tasty, with thin skin and big filling~".

As soon as he entered the morning market, Song Tang was attracted by the loud voice of the nearest aunt from Northeast China.

"Hey, who's this pretty little girl? Come and try the fried cakes that auntie made herself."

As the stall owner spoke, she put down the strainer in her hand, picked up a fried cake of suitable temperature from a small food bag, and stuffed it directly into Song Tang's hand.

Song Tang was stunned. Who was I? Where was I? Where did the fried cake in my hand come from?

She was originally interested and wanted to ask the aunt what the filling of the fried cake was, but she didn't expect that as soon as she walked up to it, the aunt selling cakes made a quick move and stuffed one into her hand.

Song Tang came back to his senses and looked at the enthusiastic aunt in front of him, smiled embarrassedly, and then took a light bite of the hot fried cake in his hand.

"Hmm?" Song Tang's eyes lit up. It was delicious. Freshly fried cakes were delicious. They were crispy on the outside, soft and chewy on the inside, and the red bean paste filling was sweet.

Song Tang has a habit that she herself doesn't even know about. When she eats something delicious, she can't help but smile with her eyes curved.

"Oh, this little girl, she looks so cute when she smiles. Come on, give your hand and let your aunt sprinkle some sugar on you." The aunt selling cakes was almost mesmerized by the adorable Song Tang smiling in front of her, and she wanted to take this little thing home.

After hearing what her aunt said, Song Tang quickly handed over the fried cake she had taken a bite of. After her aunt smiled and added sugar to her fried cake, she happily took another bite.

Sure enough, it tasted even better. Song Tang's two big eyes even narrowed into crescent moons.

"Auntie, I want the twenty-yuan one." Song Tang stuffed all the remaining fried cakes in his hand into his mouth and said with puffy cheeks.

Zhou Jing and the others behind her breathed a sigh of relief. This young lady had finally remembered to buy something after eating for so long. Zhao Rui quietly took a picture of Song Tang smiling as she pinched and bit into the fried cake, and even captured her cute puffy cheeks now.

The more I take pictures of her, the cuter I think my daughter is. I really want to reach out and pinch this soft and cute thing.

"Okay, auntie will pick some hot ones for you." After saying that, the cake-selling auntie started packing the cakes for Song Tang with quick movements.

When Song Tang started talking, Auntie was about to say she'd bought too much, but then she noticed a group of people following the little girl, taking pictures of her and handing her napkins. Auntie knew she hadn't bought much, as there were quite a few people following her. It looked like this rare little girl was actually from a wealthy family.

After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic cake seller, everyone continued on their way. Song Tang happily opened the bag and asked everyone to pinch one to taste. Everyone was not pretentious and quickly got to work.

Everyone knows Song Tang. If she tells you to eat, you eat. Sharing food is also one of Song Tang's joys.

Besides, the sight of Song Tang eating cake just now had everyone craving it, and they were all waiting for her to speak. It had to be said that the people around Song Tang understood her personality very well.