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

"Let's go, the banquet is about to start, and you will have to go on stage later. Although our banquet is simple, it has quite a few procedures." Zhao Ziguang smiled and fixed his wife's red wedding dress, then took her hand.

"Well, your cousin's personality is such that she has such a good relationship with her beautiful roommate Song Tang. I can't believe how their personalities can be so compatible." The bride said with a smile as she followed her lover.

Zhao Ziguang laughed when he heard this. He knew his cousin very well. "My cousin is a carefree person. Although Song Tang is rich, she also seems to be a carefree person. It's no surprise that they get along so well."

The bride chuckled, "You're praising your cousin for being so generous, but she just blew up the dog bowl in revenge."

The smile on Zhao Ziguang's face froze. My goodness, his new wife was slapping him in the face.

"Hehe, although she's a big-hearted person, she's also someone who won't suffer any loss. Just now, those two dogs left her in danger three times without helping her. Given my cousin's personality, it's a good thing she didn't tear down their doghouses."

The young couple walked into the big tent chatting and laughing, marking the beginning of the grand banquet.

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The tent was already mostly occupied. Some people were chatting and eating sunflower seeds, while others were busy shuttling between tables to greet guests. Children were laughing and the MC was at the front, trying out the microphone...

After Song Tang was pulled in by Mother Zhao, he was taken to a table in the front and sat down. Most of the people sitting at this table were relatives of the family. At this time, there were only Song Tang and a kind-looking old lady who had chatted with them in the house before. The others were probably busy with some trivial matters. After all, this was their own family matter.

Zhao Zihong, who had previously fled for fear of punishment, appeared out of nowhere and sat down next to Song Tang, grinning at Zhao's mother with his teeth bared.

Mother Zhao couldn't care less about her unlucky daughter at this moment. "Be good and don't make any trouble here. Take good care of Song Tang. I'm going to go and help your aunt."

After saying that, he patted Song Tang's shoulder and signaled her to sit down and tell Zhao Zihong what she wanted to drink.

After Zhao's mother left, Zhao Zihong smiled and nudged Song Tang with her shoulder, making faces that made Song Tang laugh.

"Where did you go just now? You ran so fast that your mother and I couldn't react." After laughing, the two little ones huddled together and whispered.

"Oh, don't mention it. If I hadn't run just now, my mother would have kicked me in the butt. I just slipped away to play with the emcee in the front." Zhao Zihong pointed in the direction of the emcee in the front and greeted the only lady at the table.

As the table gradually filled up, helpers began to serve cigarettes and alcohol, arranging seating arrangements. The auspicious hour was approaching, and Zhao Zihong was called in by her mother to help distribute drinks and juice to each table.

Song Tang sat on a stool, looking around and occasionally chatting with the old lady. Stools are usually used at such a large banquet because chairs take up too much space.

Qiongying had disappeared at this time. She would not starve in such a situation. Song Tang had previously instructed her to remember to give a gift money when the time came.

Song Tang was chatting with the old lady and was about to reach out to grab a handful of melon seeds from the table when a voice came from behind him.

"Hey, little ones, please go sit at the kids' table."

Song Tang didn't think that these words were directed at him at all. Before he could grab the melon seeds with his outstretched hand, someone held him under the armpits in front of the stunned lady sitting at the same table, and lifted him up with his feet straight off the ground.

Song Tang was completely confused. She saw the scene in front of her eyes change several times. She was moved as if she was floating in the air, and finally placed steadily on the remaining empty seat on the table.

She is still sitting on the bench and has no idea how she got here.

As a result, the person who brought her over patted her on the shoulder, reached out and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the table and put them in front of her.

"Here, eat your melon seeds well and don't run around. The food is being served, be careful not to get burned." After giving the girl some thoughtful instructions, the man strode away.

Song Tang only then realized that he was being mistaken for a student again. He looked back, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, only to see the back of a 1.9-meter-tall man leaving.

Looking at the man's busyness and his height, Song Tang finally understood why he had been taken away so easily. It turned out that this man was so tall.

Her height made her look even smaller after coming to Northeast China. She was wearing casual pink clothes, and after entering the tent, she took off her hat to reveal her furry bun. From behind, she looked like a schoolgirl.

The tent was almost full at this time, and I couldn't see the reaction of the lady who was sitting at the table where I was sitting just now through the crowd.

Song Tang, feeling both amused and helpless, could only make the best of things. The children's table was better.

Only then did Song Tang have time to carefully observe the table and found that the kids who had caused a fight over frying the goose were actually at this table.

When the kids saw Song Tang looking at them, they all smiled sheepishly and greeted her, "Hello, sister."

Song Tang responded to them one by one with a smile. Seeing that Song Tang did not blame them for the previous incident, the children became excited and gathered around Song Tang, chattering loudly. The other children at the table also watched curiously.

They also wanted to come up and talk to the beautiful sister Song Tang, but they were a little embarrassed. It seemed that these people were the rare ones with social anxiety in Northeast China.

"Eh~? Tangtang? Why are you here?"

Just when Song Tang started interacting with all the children at the table, Zhao Zihong's voice sounded in surprise beside him.

Song Tang turned around following the sound and saw Zhao Zihong standing beside her, who was distributing juice to each table. She looked at her with a puzzled look on her face, holding a can of juice that she was about to put on the children's table.

"I don't know either!" Song Tang said to Zhao Zihong with a wry smile, even slurring his words.

"I was sitting there talking to my aunt when suddenly I was lifted up into the air and brought here. They also said that the child had to sit at this table."

Zhao Zihong chuckled, finally understanding who was treating Song Tang like a child again. Previously, at the Ice and Snow World, they had almost sent him to the children's slide.

While taking out the drinks in his hands and placing them on the table, he asked Song Tang with a smile: "Then why was it brought here?"

Song Tang raised his two arms and gestured, "Just like that, he grabbed my armpits from behind and lifted me up, just like flying."

"Hahahahahaha..., flying freely? It's your fault for being so light. Okay, okay, don't sit here. If my mom finds out, she'll probably think I did it."

"There are only a few tables left. Come with me. I'll carry the boxes and you put them on the tables."

Song Tang nodded repeatedly at Zhao Zihong's suggestion, and was eager to get busy with Zhao Zihong. She knew that she had never done such a job before.

Before leaving, Zhao Zihong suddenly turned around.

"You little brats, you really hurt me just now." The kids at the table were so frightened that their faces were filled with horror.

Seeing that the kids were scared, Zhao Zihong laughed and turned away with Song Tang, who was speechless.

This tiger woman, where does she get so much evil taste from, she even scares children.