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

Because they were riding a sightseeing bus, even though the fish pond was very large, it didn't take long for Song Tang and the others to reach the small pier.

It is said to be a small pier, but when you get there it doesn’t look small at all. There are seven or eight cruise ships of various shapes docked here.

Song Tang and his friends picked a cruise ship that looked relatively pleasing to the eye. Originally, the staff, seeing that they were all women, planned to get on board and help drive the boat.

But unexpectedly, he was stopped by Qiongying.

First, five people on this small cruise ship already seemed a bit crowded.

Secondly, for people like Qiongying, there is basically no means of transportation that can stump her, let alone this simple little cruise ship.

The young staff watched the cruise ship leave the dock with concern.

It was not until he discovered that Qiongying was better at riding the small boat than he was that he felt at ease driving the sightseeing car away from the dock.

The lady is surrounded by capable people, even a female bodyguard is so awesome.

When others were fishing on the shore, they heard the sound of a motor and saw a cruise ship coming towards them from afar.

Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui were sitting at their fishing spots on the shore, holding their fishing rods and happily waving hello to Song Tang and the others' cruise boat.

However, Feng Bo and his companions had a bad feeling when they saw Qiongying driving the boat from afar.

Sure enough, in full view of everyone on the shore, Qiongying drove the boat towards them with a smile on her face.

Then a pleasure boat rumbled past where they cast their fishing rods, leaving behind surging waves, and then turned the bow and sailed away.

Sure enough.

Feng Bo and his men looked at the receding cruise ship with dark faces. What kind of fish could they catch? Even crocodiles would be scared away.

In order to prevent the young lady from losing, Qiongying really did everything she could.

Song Tang's laughter could be faintly heard from the cruise ship parked in the middle of the fish pond in the distance. It seemed that she understood Qiongying's intention.

The people on the shore waited for a while and then regrouped and continued fishing.

On the fishing boat parked in the middle of the fish pond, Song Tang and his companions also started fishing under Zhao Zihong's instruction. The two sides seemed to be competing with each other across half of the fish pond.

We played here until around four o'clock in the afternoon, when the fishing competition came to an end. As expected, the winner was still the master Feng Bo.

Holding a bag of the farm's own high-quality rice that Song Tang took from Mr. Sun, Feng Bo looked at himself with a face that was both amusing and embarrassing.

This is the prize for the fishing tournament champion, right? But it's really useless to me.

However, it was the young lady's intention, so Feng Bo still held it tightly in his hand. Even when Chen Xiong touched him and wanted it just now, he didn't give it to him.

However, when everyone was halfway on the way back, Feng Bo received a notification on his mobile phone that 100,000 yuan in cash had arrived.

Only then did he realize that the lady was joking about the bag of rice, and that the 100,000 yuan was the real championship prize.

Their car was loaded with a lot of produce from the farm. Song Tang took some for himself and a lot for others.

Mr. Sun and Zhou Jing have also completed the coordination work on the farm. Starting from tomorrow, someone will deliver the farm's output to Song Tang's residence every day, whether it is Siheyuan or Manhe, it will be delivered to wherever Song Tang is.

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The next morning, Sunday, Song Tang asked Zhou Jing to find a delivery company in the city and send some rice, flour, grain, oil and other things she brought back from her own farm yesterday to her familiar friends to try.

As a result, starting from noon, Song Tang's cell phone calls and text messages never stopped.

Some thanked her for sending the gifts, while others praised the taste of her gifts.

Of course, some people who had eaten the farm’s products before also curiously asked her where they came from.

You know, it’s almost spread in the circle now. The farm that used to supply high-quality products is now closed to the public.

It was not until Song Tang said that this was his own farm and he would keep it for himself and not sell it to others that some people suddenly realized.

It turns out that this Zhuangzi, which is well-known among the wealthy circle, also belongs to Song Tang.

However, many people who knew Song Tang well began to secretly rejoice at this time.

Since this farm belongs to Song Tang, wouldn't those of them who have a good relationship with Song Tang be able to eat the products of this farm as before?

They were right. Song Tang actually opened a back door for these people he knew and had good relationships with.

As for whether other people who have nothing to do with her can eat it, that has nothing to do with her, Miss Song.

After a wonderful weekend, Song Tang returned to school and began his daily student life.

On Tuesday afternoon, Song Tang had just finished a professional class and was planning to go to the library with a few roommates to look for some information when he met someone he hadn't seen for a long time on the way.

At the entrance of the administrative building not far away, Principal Sun was talking to some school leaders, and his secretary Xiao Li was standing behind him.

When Song Tang and his companions passed by not far away, not only Song Tang saw them, but his secretary Xiao Li also saw the bright and charming Song Tang.

Seeing that the old principal in front of him had just finished talking to others, Xiao Li quietly approached Principal Sun.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Xiao Li's expression, Principal Sun knew that he had something to say.

"Principal, it's Miss Song." While talking to Principal Sun, Xiao Li quietly stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Song Tang.

"Miss Song?" Principal Sun was briefly puzzled, then suddenly realized. Song Tang, the former Bai Tang.

He looked in the direction pointed by Secretary Xiao Li and found that Song Tang was passing by with several of her roommates, smiling not far away, and was also looking towards them.

"Xiao Song, Song girl~, come here." Principal Sun shouted towards Song Tang with a smile, while waving his hand.

When the other school leaders saw their principal smiling and greeting a pretty girl, they all looked towards Song Tang curiously.

Originally, Song Tang saw that Principal Sun seemed to be busy with important matters and had no intention of disturbing him.

It turned out that Principal Sun was actually greeting her, so she walked over with her roommates and smiled.

As for the curious looks from the school leaders, she didn't feel any pressure at all.

If it were her in the past, facing the attention of so many school leaders, she would definitely be under tremendous pressure.

"Principal Sun, long time no see. How are you?" Song Tang, who approached the crowd, was the first to speak and asked with a smile.

Principal Sun laughed and said, "Okay, that's good."

Then he looked Song Tang up and down carefully.

"You've changed so much, little girl. If Xiao Li hadn't reminded me just now, I wouldn't have recognized you."

Song Tang smiled after hearing what Principal Sun said. "People say girls change a lot when they grow up. I'm just eighteen now, so it's normal for me to change."

Principal Sun and Song Tang chatted intimately about their daily lives, while the school leaders stood aside and watched curiously.

Principal Sun is not so kind very often. He usually has a serious face.

The girl's kind attitude made them wonder about Song Tang's background and identity.

Compared with the curiosity and speculation of those school leaders, Song Tang’s roommates didn’t have so many thoughts.

They were just curious about when Song Tang met the principal, and why they seemed so familiar with him.