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

Speaking of the short video account, Song Tang actually knew about it. Jin Duoduo had mentioned it to her once when the number of followers had just exceeded one million.

Song Tang was also curious at the time, wondering how her account, which had nothing on it, could have so many followers. Later, Jin Duoduo explained to her that she was recognized by netizens when she was helping Jin Duoduo in a PK match.

Now the netizens who had been searching for the account in vain finally found the real owner, so Song Tang's account began to attract attention.

As she occasionally appeared in other people's cameras and continued to attract fans, more and more netizens followed the trail and came to her account. However, many people were dumbfounded by the empty account.

Song Tang also thought that since there are so many people who like him, it would be interesting to interact with everyone occasionally?

But she didn't play with these things very often. Sometimes she opened them just to check out food channels, travel bloggers, etc., and she would forget about her account while watching.

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely post something for everyone to see later." Song Tang quickly smiled and tried to appease the still noisy audience.

She had already seen some people who looked like fans making snowballs. If she spoke too late, a snowball fight would probably break out.

After thinking about it, she decided her life was more important. If a snowball fight really started, she and her bodyguards wouldn't be able to defeat so many people. She had seen snowball fights in Northeast China on the Internet.

That guy was just like a world war, there was no distinction between friend and foe, you and me, or men and women.

Any moving creature within sight is a target, even a passing dog will be hit twice.

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Seeing that it was almost time, Zuoyou Ge also ended his interaction with Song Tang. Song Tang, who was about to go backstage, saw Qiongying waving at him from the side of the stage.

She ran over happily, sat on the edge of the stage and opened her arms to ask for a hug. Qiongying smiled gently, stretched out her hands to hold Song Tang, and carried her down from the stage.

Song Tang, who had landed on the ground, happily took Qiongying's arm. Zhao Zihong and others also gathered around. Zhou Jing took out a new mask and put it on Song Tang.

Don't ignore this detail. Nothing Song Tang uses is cheap, not even a small mask.

The mask Song Tang had taken off on stage earlier was now crumpled up and stuffed into her pocket. The new mask Zhou Jing put on her was exactly the same as the one she had just taken off, except it was a brand new one.

This is the Bijian silk mask that Zhou Jing had specially customized for Song Tang.

There is basically no embellishment on this mask, only a delicate and small Bijian brand pendant hanging in one corner.

This mask adopts a double-layer design. The entire mask is handmade in an Italian factory using silk and pure cotton. There are many colors to choose from. It is comfortable and soft to wear and does not pill.

This is one of the most expensive masks in the world today, and just one costs more than 3,000 yuan.

In other words, just now Song Tang took off the more than 3,000 yuan and put it in his pocket, and now Zhou Jing put more than 3,000 yuan on her face.

Masks, which can be considered fast-moving consumer goods, actually cost more than 3,000 yuan each. Probably only people at Song Tang's level can afford to wear them frequently on a daily basis.

After putting the mask on Song Tang, Zhou Jing looked at her two cute big round eyes and asked with a smile, "Miss, how is it? Are you having fun?"

Song Tang nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of excitement, and the two rabbit ears on his hat swung back and forth, making him look extremely cute.

The tourists around were also looking at Song Tang eagerly. Many fans wanted to get closer but didn't dare to. The bodyguards standing next to Song Tang were really a bit scary.

Who wouldn't want to get close to this cute rich girl? I really want to go up and pinch her little face. But what these people don't know is that although Song Tang is cute, the price of the mask on her face is even cuter.

If she really pinched it, she would lose more than 3,000 yuan. Don't say it's impossible. Song Tang himself doesn't care, but Zhou Jing will never let the lady wear a mask that has been touched by other people.

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"Come on~ prepare for the rabbit dance, line up and follow us~".

At this time, the passionate voice of Zuoyou Ge on the stage sounded again, and the background music in the venue was changed to the exclusive music of the Rabbit Dance.

No one cared about anything else and quickly lined up, one by one putting their arm around the shoulders of the person in front of them. They didn't care whether they knew the person in front of them or the person behind them.

Since you have come here to play, why bother about whether you know each other or not? Everyone is your playmate.

Soon, everyone in the venue formed a large and sturdy team around the field. No matter they were small-time outsiders or big locals from the Northeast, they all jumped and danced to the music and the rhythm shouted by Zuoyou Ge.

Song Tang and the others were also laughing and joking. In front of her was Zhao Zihong, and behind her were Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui. Even the four bodyguards who wanted to refuse to participate were pulled along by her and jumped along with her in the team.

Song Tang danced happily along with the chants of his left and right brothers in the team, the rabbit ears on his head rising and falling accordingly. Occasionally, he would trip over himself and laugh foolishly.

Zhou Jing was both amused and worried when she saw this, so she quickly switched places with Zhao Qi who was behind Song Tang, and followed behind Song Tang herself. Fortunately, if this young lady really slipped and tripped, she would be able to be rescued in time.

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The joyful day passed just like that. When leaving, Song Tang was stopped by several tourists who had recognized her at the ice and snow stage before and asked for her autograph and a photo.

This is a very magical thing. Song Tang thought that he is not a star, so why would someone ask for his autograph?

However, the men and women in front of him looked like high school students, and they looked at him eagerly, so even though Song Tang felt embarrassed, he had to bite the bullet and go ahead.

After signing his name neatly in beautiful cursive script on the other person's backpack, he stood with a few of them and shouted "Eggplant", and asked Zhou Jing to help take a photo with their mobile phone.

On the way back in the car, Song Tang still found it a little strange when talking about this matter, while Zhou Jing and Zhao Zihong explained it to her with a smile.

Kids these days chase a wide range of idols. They chase celebrities, influencers, scientists, celebrities, firefighters, and everyone in between. Young people today are obsessed with chasing idols, and they won't let any of them go unnoticed.

Song Tang lay lazily in the car, listening with great interest and occasionally nodding in agreement.

Indeed, if conditions permit, she also wants to ask for signatures from Grandpa Yuan who grows rice, Grandpa Nan who built the Sky Eye, and Grandma Tu who discovered new medicines.

She also wants to take photos with the firefighters who are rescuing people from disasters, the soldiers who are rescuing people, and the soldiers who are maintaining national security.

A stable and happy country cannot do without the selfless dedication of these people, and the social responsibility of contemporary young people is also increasing day by day.

"Tangtang, my cousin is getting married the day after tomorrow and there will be a big banquet in the countryside. Do you want to come with us?" Just when Song Tang was still thinking, Zhao Zihong suddenly asked.