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

As for why only Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui were allowed to go, and the assistants of the two ladies who were still standing by the table were not mentioned, that is an explanation.

Simply put, that person wasn't Song Tang's, and she couldn't bring herself to ask for help. It was overstepping her bounds to order someone else's assistant around, and it wasn't right or appropriate.

She could let her own people go out to eat without staying here, but she had no right to speak for Madam Qin and Madam Ning's people. Who knew what they were thinking?

Seeing Song Tang asking her assistants to find the bodyguards to set up a table for dinner, Madam Qin and Madam Ning smiled at each other. This child is really different.

A dark horse like Song Tang, who has a completely different style of doing things, has entered their top circle. The young people in the circle will suffer in the future.

People are afraid of comparison. A child with Song Tang's character is what many wealthy families want to cultivate with all their heart and soul, but many times the results and intentions are different.

Maybe your child plays the piano well, or maybe his child speaks four languages. But what good does it do? Do you rely on piano and guzheng to navigate life? Or do you rely on foreign languages ​​and calligraphy to stay in control?

These skills and specialties have only two uses: to enhance personal skills and temperament, or to serve as a stepping stone and ticket to climb to the upper class.

At this time, Song Tang, without exaggeration, had already stood at the top of the world, admired by countless people. These things were like chicken ribs to her.

If she wanted to listen to piano music, someone would play it for her anytime. If she wanted calligraphy, she could buy it anytime. Even if she wanted to listen to a symphony, an orchestra would be arranged to perform it for her alone.

Someone who painstakingly practices piano for years might just sit in front of Song Tang and play a piece. Someone who painstakingly practices dance for years might just sit in the audience and watch Song Tang perform.

At this time, both ladies could imagine that the more Song Tang dealt with wealthy families in the future, the more often the children of different families would be compared with each other, and then the sense of gap would emerge.

The two ladies had witnessed and experienced firsthand how Song Tang dealt with people and how he controlled his subordinates.

Look at the young people in Song Tang's team, and then look at the assistants and bodyguards around her. Their mental states are so different, and their respect for Song Tang can be seen from the heart.

His interpersonal skills were also exceptional. He respected his elders and was kind, worthy of praise in every way. From the two high-ranking ladies like them to the hotel staff and Wang Zhongqing's internet-famous girlfriend, no one could find fault with Song Tang.

You can't just pull your child up to Song Tang and say, "Your child is fluent in eight foreign languages, right?" That would be a joke.

Just wait and see, one day Song Tang will become the nightmare of other children from wealthy families, and will become the "other people's child" in the eyes of these wealthy parents.

Why did the two ladies think this way? Because this was their true feeling. They already looked down on their own sons in comparison with Song Tang.

Even these two who are so picky in the circle feel this way now, let alone others. The upper circle in Kyoto will be very lively in the future.

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The two ladies looked at each other and smiled. Then Madam Qin waved to the assistant behind her and said, "Go ahead, both of you go find someone else to have dinner with. Don't just stand there and wait."

Unlike Song Tang's subordinates Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui, Madam Qin and Madam Ning's assistants didn't leave immediately, but hesitated for a long time. It was not until Madam Ning urged them to leave that they left with a sense of sympathy.

"Here we are, customers, please be careful, you may get burned." The owner of the hot pot restaurant came out personally carrying the pot.

From the moment Song Tang and the others entered until now, their every move had been watched by everyone in the hot pot restaurant. The customers were curious, and the owner was of course cautious.

Such a person looked very distinguished, so he didn't dare to let the young waiters come forward. He basically served Song Tang and the others' table himself.

The yellow-white thick soup with a little red oil slowly began to boil and simmer, and the sour, spicy and fragrant aroma began to spread, which aroused Song Tang's appetite.

All of a sudden, the three of them put all kinds of seafood, meat and vegetables into the pot. Soon, they began to roll along with the bottom of the pot, and the fragrance in the air became stronger.

The unique sour and spicy taste also has a hint of sweetness. This strong and unique taste is deeply loved by Song Tang, and Madam Ning and Madam Qin are no exception. The three of them enjoyed this special hot pot very much.

Halfway through the meal, Song Tang and the others slowed down their eating pace, and the three of them chatted about some interesting things while eating.

Song Tang was very curious about the anecdotes about the wealthy families in the circle that the two ladies occasionally talked about.

She was very cooperative and listened attentively, which made the two ladies talk very happily. Song Tang also told them some interesting stories about her school life, which made the two ladies reminisce about their school days.

"Tangtang, do you usually get along with your assistants like this?" Mrs. Ning suddenly asked.

Song Tang could of course hear what she was saying, so he nodded and said, "Yes, there's no other reason, it's mainly because I'm not used to it."

"I've always taken eating very seriously. I either sit down to eat with others or I go to a table by myself. If I sit down to eat and they stand and watch, I lose the taste of anything I eat."

Song Tang smiled and chatted with the two ladies in front of him about this topic. Seeing that there was no water in the cup, he picked up the kettle beside him and poured some water, and also added some water to the two ladies.

For daily tasks like these, she usually did them herself, without bothering others, except for the occasional times when Zhou Jing and Zhao Qi would help her out in advance.

The two ladies happily took the cups of water that Song Tang had filled and patted Song Tang's hands affectionately.

"Waiter, come here." Madam Ning called softly to the waiter not far away, "Give our table three servings of the Qingbuliang soup from your restaurant."

When Song Tang heard about Qingbuliang, her eyes lit up. When she was at home, she had eaten Qingbuliang several times, and her two aunts made it for her.

A bowl full of sweet coconut milk, soaked with various fruit desserts, cools down your stomach. The feeling is so refreshing.

Soon, three full bottles of Qingbuliang were brought up. This was what the three people, who were feeling warm after eating the dregs vinegar hotpot, needed most.

The sour and spicy taste in my mouth is washed away by the sweet and cool Qingbuliang, and my mouth becomes refreshed immediately. This Qingbuliang is really a perfect match with hot pot.

The three people, who had eaten and drunk their fill, had just stood up when their assistants came to them.

Under such circumstances, they all ate quickly. They had to finish before Song Tang and the others. They couldn't let their young ladies and wives wait for them to finish their meals...

With the hot pot restaurant owner's warm farewell, Song Tang and his group got into the Rolls-Royce Phantom that had been waiting at the door, and drove away under the envious gazes of many passers-by and the owner.