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

Zhou Jing nodded after hearing her young lady's words. The young lady's confidence was incredibly strong, stemming from her absolute confidence in her own abilities and position.

That's right. If she were the partner on the other side, facing an opponent like her own lady who has absolute resources but no desires, she should be grateful for the cooperation and would not have the idea of ​​doing anything else.

No smart person would do something that is harmful but has no benefit.

Thinking of the team members who were already on the plane returning to Kyoto, Zhou Jing couldn't help but smile.

These young people are really lucky to work under Song Tang at the very beginning of their lives.

You have to know that the high-intensity negotiations arranged by Song Tang this time will have an impact on these members equivalent to several years of learning and experience.

Normally, such young people would not have the opportunity to sit at a negotiation table of this level, and they would also have seniors like Gao Youliang to protect them.

I wonder what kind of welcome they'll receive back home this time. After returning home with a 300,000 yuan bonus, it would be a shame not to reward their parents well. I bet these young people are going to have a splendid New Year.

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In a blink of an eye, New Year’s Eve has arrived.

The whole villa was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, creating a festive scene.

"Left, a little more to the left. Oh, Feng Bo, you're so stupid. Right, right, right, just right."

At this time, outside the villa gate, Song Tang was directing Feng Bo, who was standing on a ladder, to post the couplet. The gate of a wealthy family is also large, and this couplet is really long.

Feng Bo was on the ladder, listening to his young lady's instructions and moving the couplet in his hand back and forth. The others stood behind Song Tang and watched Feng Bo panicking with laughter.

On the other side of the gate pillar, the lower couplet had already been posted with the help of Wei Wu and Qiong Ying. When Feng Bo heard his young lady say it was just right, he quickly put up the couplet in his hand.

My goodness, the more the lady gives orders, the more chaotic things become.

After Song Tang personally climbed up the ladder to put up the banner, Butler Deng was also ready outside the gate. The moment Song Tang came down from the ladder, he lit a string of firecrackers, and for a moment the gate was filled with crackling sounds, making it really lively.

After the couplets and the word "Fu" on the main gate were completed, other people were responsible for posting them on all the doors and windows of the villa.

Song Tang was dragged back to the house by Zhou Jing to wash up and have breakfast, so he lost the opportunity to continue giving blind orders, which made many people secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Tang has adapted well to Qiongzhou Island these days, until today, when she felt something different while having breakfast.

Having lived in the north for so many years, she always bundled up tightly during the New Year's holiday, as the saying goes, "auspicious snow means a good harvest."

But today she was wearing a thin summer dress, putting up Spring Festival couplets and setting off firecrackers? I have to say, this feeling is really strange, as if time and space are confused.

All day long, Song Tang and Song Datou ran around the villa, trying to get involved in everything. She felt that this was the only way to feel involved and celebrate the New Year.

The whole villa was filled with laughter and joy due to Song Tang's active atmosphere.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, the first highlight of the day finally arrived: the preparation of the New Year's Eve dinner.

In addition to various fresh seafood, there are countless other precious and rare ingredients. Many of them are not available on the market, and you have nowhere to buy them even if you have money.

Everyone knew Song Tang was from the north, so they prepared a variety of precious beef and mutton. In an instant, everyone in the villa was mobilized.

Because the young lady said that everyone should participate in this New Year's Eve dinner together, so everyone has to do something within their ability.

Of course there are exceptions. No one can imagine what the little cat Song Dabotou can do.

At this time, the spacious and bright villa's kitchen and dining room were bustling with activity.

In addition to the chefs cooking various delicious dishes in the kitchen, Song Tang and others gathered in the restaurant to start making dumplings.

Because there were so many people in the villa, there were quite a few dumplings to make. The chefs had specially prepared several kinds of dumpling fillings, each of which looked particularly delicious, which gave Song Tang a lot of motivation.

"Oh my, Chen Xiong, what did you pinch there, hahahaha..."

Song Tang laughed out loud at the strange thing in Chen Xiong's hand, and the others couldn't help laughing too.

That’s right, Song Tang really mobilized everyone in the villa to participate in the preparation of the New Year’s Eve dinner.

At this time, Chen Xiong had a very small apron hanging on his burly body. He was looking at the strange thing in his hand that was being laughed at by the young lady, with a speechless face.

At first he said he didn't know how to do it, so the lady pulled him over and asked him to learn, and even put a pink apron on him.

But this apron, which fits other people just fine, is not much better on him than a bib hung around a child's neck.

"Let me see if it can be saved." A kitchen helper next to Chen Xiong smiled and picked up the strangely shaped dough from his palm, fiddling with it left and right.

"Okay, this is the only way." After the aunt adjusted it, at least some traces of dumplings could be seen on it.

Chen Xiong looked at the strange dumplings in front of him, then looked at his own big hands. He smiled wryly and said to Song Tang, "Miss, my hands are too big to make dumplings like this. How about I get some big dumpling wrappers and try making big dumplings?"

Song Tang smiled and put down a dumpling he had just made. He looked at the big hands that Chen Xiong showed him and said, "Stop, stop. The dumplings you make with those hands will be so big that they won't be cooked even tomorrow."

"Can you roll out the dumpling wrappers?"

"It seems impossible."

"Can we eat dumplings?"

"That's no problem."

……

The conversation between Song Tang and Chen Xiong made everyone around them burst into laughter.

Feng Bo had just learned how to make dumplings and wasn't very skilled yet. He was just making fun of Chen Xiong when the dumplings in his hand suddenly burst and the filling was exposed...

Song Tang pointed at Song Dabotou, who was eager to cause trouble, and said to Chen Xiong, "Now, don't say that Miss doesn't take care of you. I'm giving you a difficult task. Take Song Dabotou away and don't let him cause trouble here."

"I can do that." Chen Xiong was so happy to hear that, he quickly took off his pink apron, picked up Song Dabo and ran away. Song Dabo was so angry that he meowed and struggled, but he couldn't do anything to this strong man.

"Hey..., you..." Song Tang's outstretched hand and the words she was about to say were stuck. She originally wanted to ask Chen Xiong to wash his hands first, but now it seems that there is no need.

The flour that was stained on Chen Xiong's hands while making dumplings had been completely absorbed by Song Da's head...

After seeing Chen Xiong walk away from the restaurant, Song Tang turned around and saw Feng Bo who was trying to fix his fried dumplings.

After struggling for a while, he not only failed to fix the problem, but the dumpling became even more broken. So he decided to go all out and picked up a new dumpling wrapper and wrapped the whole dumpling over it.

This time it was saved, but it became a round double-skin dumpling.