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

As soon as Zheng Dong said this, Wang Zhongqing's face changed immediately. He stood up suddenly and wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Ning Yu beside him.

They had a conflict in a nightclub before, so after that they basically started fighting whenever they met.

Although Wang Zhongqing's family background is very powerful, Zheng Dong is not very afraid of him now.

The main reason was that he knew that as long as the fights between the younger generations were not too serious or excessive, the elders like Mr. Wang, the richest man, would not bother to care.

If you really interfere in the minor conflicts between the younger generations, people will laugh at you if you tell others about it.

Moreover, he now has his father-in-law as his backer, so he is a little wary of Mr. Wang and the others, but he doesn't care too much.

Just when Zheng Dong was about to say something to provoke Wang Zhongqing and embarrass him in such a situation, Ning Yu, who had just held Wang Zhongqing, spoke.

"Zheng Dong, I remember you are married. Didn't your wife come with you today?"

As soon as Ning Yu finished speaking, Zheng Dong's expression changed instantly, just like Wang Zhongqing's just now.

Although he had funds, he still relied on his wife's family background to gain a foothold in the domestic Internet field.

Otherwise, how could these domestic Internet giants let him gain power so easily? It would be considered a good thing if they didn't eat him up until not even a bone was left.

Now Ning Yu's words were a double entendre, not only pointing out the key to his successful entrepreneurship, but also pointing out the purpose of his coming here this time, which was nothing more than to see how good-looking Song Tang was.

"Mr. Xiaoning, you're joking." Zheng Dong quickly calmed himself down.

He would not easily offend someone like Ning Yu who has already established a firm foothold in the family business and is in charge.

"Then I won't bother you anymore." Zheng Dong smiled and turned to leave. But before leaving, he said to Song Tang: "Miss Song, I have a piece of advice for you. Stay away from Wang Zhongqing."

Zheng Dong turned around and took only two steps when he heard Song Tang's voice behind him.

"Thank you, Mr. Zheng, for your concern. I have a clear idea of ​​my own circle of friends."

"As for giving me advice, I don't think you're qualified. Who do you think you are?"

Wang Zhongqing, who was about to get angry, calmed down instantly and looked at the domineering Song Tang with surprise and gratitude.

Qin Zhaoyang and Ning Yu also looked at her in surprise. You know, they had known her the longest, and they had never seen Song Tang act so disrespectfully.

This is not to mention the young people gathered together. To be honest, who here is not a rich second generation?

People like Zheng Dong, who have had the good fortune to start their own successful businesses and now look down on the rich second generation, all share a common hatred. Has Zheng Dong forgotten that he was once a poor rich second generation?

Song Tang's words made Zheng Dong, who was about to leave, turn around in surprise. He didn't expect that Song Tang, the black card girl who was circulating on the Internet, would speak to him like this without giving him any face.

Do you really think you can be so arrogant just because you have some money and two black cards whose authenticity you don’t know?

Zheng Dong was wary of people like Wang, the richest man, and people like Ning Yu who were in charge of the family business, but he had nothing to fear from Song Tang.

He has money, and he has the power from his father-in-law's family. Where do you get the courage to hang out in this corner with these second-generation rich young people as an internet celebrity?

Zheng Dong arrived late, so he neither saw Song Tang’s amazing car nor saw the scene of a group of bigwigs chatting and laughing with Song Tang.

His career and background at such a young age made him so arrogant that he even looked down on the son of the richest man like Wang Zhongqing, not to mention Song Tang, whom he didn't understand at all.

"Miss Song, are you talking to me?" At this point, Zheng Dong stopped pretending.

He originally came here for Song Tang's looks. Since Song Tang is so disrespectful to him, don't blame him for turning against him.

In his subconscious, he still felt that people like Ning Yu would speak up for Wang Zhongqing, but they would not necessarily help Song Tang to conflict with him.

When these young rich second-generations saw Zheng Dong turning around and actually wanting to attack Song Tang, they all stood up.

Although we just met, with Wang Zhongqing, Ning Yu and Qin Zhaoyang around, we are all in the same circle.

Moreover, Song Tang's previous interactions with them and his tough response just now made them automatically classify Song Tang as one of their own.

Of course, the most important thing is that each of them has messages from their elders in their mobile phones.

[Build a good relationship with Miss Song.]

The small conflict here did not attract much attention.

The main reason was that this group of young people were staying in a corner of the venue, and Song Tang had previously told the people in the business that they didn't need to follow her or give her special care.

So except for some people nearby, most people didn't notice anything unusual here.

Seeing Zheng Dong turn around and ask him bluntly, Song Tang smiled and nodded, "Yes, that's what I said to you."

Hearing Song Tang's words and the hatred in the eyes of the rich second-generation men and women around her, Zheng Dong almost laughed out of anger.

Little did he know that the rich second generation were also amused by him at this time. This guy didn't even realize that he had hit a wall.

Wei Wu, who had been staring at his young lady at the entrance of the venue, noticed something was wrong with Song Tang and gestured to Qiongying beside him. Qiongying nodded and walked towards Song Tang.

At this time, a service staff of a trading company not far away saw the movement of Song Tang's bodyguard, and looked in the direction of Song Tang. He was suddenly frightened and hurriedly ran to find President Huang.

"Okay, today's not the right time, Miss Song. Let's talk about this another day." Zheng Dong, seeing that he had provoked the public's anger, felt a little timid. He said something ambiguous to Song Tang, who had been smiling at him, and prepared to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by Qiongying who walked behind him.

"Mr. Zheng, don't be in a hurry to leave. There's nothing inappropriate. If you have anything to say to me, just talk here. Don't worry, I won't let anyone come and interrupt our chat."

Before Zheng Dong, who was stopped by Qiongying, could get angry, Song Tang's voice without a trace of warmth came from behind him.

Zheng Dong was in a dilemma at this point. He hadn't expected that something as simple as him wanting to pick up a girl would turn out like this.

"Today is the company's annual meeting, and there are so many big guys here. Miss Song, aren't you afraid that things will get out of hand and offend people?" Zheng Dong, who was stopped, waved to his bodyguards and turned around to Song Tang in a bad mood.

"Not afraid."

What Zheng Dong didn't expect was that Song Tang actually said these two words with a smile. It was both straightforward and extremely relaxed.

The other people around Song Tang all looked like they were watching the fun, which made Zheng Dong's heart skip a beat.

Does Song Tang really not understand, or is he just being fearless?

At this moment, Zheng Dong's bodyguard also rushed over.

"Get rid of this woman who is blocking the way." No matter what happened, Zheng Dong planned to leave here quickly.

Seeing the other party's bodyguards arrive, it seems that according to Zheng Dong's words, they are planning to drive him away? Qiongying smiled slightly. Whether she can leave depends on her own lady's wishes.

"Miss?" Qiongying asked Song Tang with a smile across Zheng Dong and his bodyguard in front of her.

"Stop him." Song Tang was still so straightforward.

Don't think you can't hear the threat in Zheng Dong's words just now. Since he's threatening me here today, let's resolve this matter here.

There was no way Song Tang would let him go, as he would have the chance to cause trouble for himself in the future.

If you hit a snake, you have to kill it with one stick. This is what the people around her have taught her for a long time.

As for what kind of occasion this was and whether it would offend anyone, that was not something Song Tang had to consider.