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

"Miss, the processing plant and the vineyard are ready. You can go anytime today."

Just as Song Tang was sitting in the restaurant eating breakfast, Old George rushed back from outside.

Song Tang nodded, took a bite of the croissant in his hand, and then smiled and said to George who came to his side: "Thank you for your hard work. You are busy all over the place so early in the morning. Have you had breakfast? If not, sit down and have some together."

Song Tang's words shocked Old George so much that he widened his eyes and shook his head repeatedly.

"Thank you for your consideration, Miss. I have already eaten."

For him, he had never been invited to sit at the table by a host in his life, but while he was shocked, he did not doubt the truthfulness of Song Tang's words.

Because based on his experience of observing people for most of his life, he knew that the look in Song Tang's eyes was very serious when he greeted him.

When Song Tang saw Old George shaking his head and indicating that he had already eaten, he smiled and nodded, then looked at the dining table in front of him.

"Uncle George, please have someone change this coffee and give me some hot milk."

Song Tang could accept croissants or sandwiches. After all, she often ate various breads and cakes when she was in China.

But she just tried the coffee in front of her and couldn't drink it at all. It was even more unacceptable to her than the coffee she had in China.

Song Tang's affectionate call of "Uncle George" startled old George standing beside him for a moment, and then his face instantly filled with smiles.

"Okay, miss, please wait a moment." After saying that, Old George smiled and went to change the hot milk for Song Tang himself.

Zhou Jing smiled as she watched Old George leave. His back seemed to have become several years younger, and even his spine seemed to have straightened a little.

While heating milk for Song Tang, Old George took out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket, in which he recorded some of Song Tang's living habits that he knew.

Now a new item has been added: [Miss doesn’t like coffee]

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With a group of Eastern and Western people following him, Song Tang was now strolling in the endless grape plantation.

Looking at the plantation in front of him curiously, Song Tang smiled and said to George beside him: "Uncle George, can these grapes be eaten when they are ripe?"

Old George had already accepted Song Tang's change of address by this time. "Miss, these grapes are edible, but they are not tasty."

"They're wine grapes. If you like eating grapes, we also have specially grown table grapes. I'll arrange them for you when they're ripe."

Song Tang nodded seriously. His hometown, Urumqi, was on roughly the same latitude as Bordeaux.

It is also a place where grapes are produced in abundance. Every year when the grapes are ripe, many people from other places go there to purchase them.

"Then I'll leave it to Uncle George. When the grapes in our garden are ripe, I guess I won't be in France. Please send me some of each variety to try."

Song Tang wanted to know how different the grapes from this world-famous grape-producing area were from those in his hometown of Urumqi.

Old George nodded seriously, then took out his little notebook and added another note.

After a brief tour of his own grape plantation, Song Tang and his party went directly to the red wine processing workshop and wine cellar.

When many workers saw Old George coming with a beautiful oriental girl, they knew that the beautiful girl in front of them was the owner of the winery where they worked.

At the invitation of Old George, a burly middle-aged man with a big beard put down his work and came to Song Tang.

"Dear lady, my name is Simmons. I have always been in charge of the processing workshop." Simmons, a bearded man in work clothes, saluted Song Tang as a gentleman.

"Hello Simmons, thank you for your hard work." Song Tang said with a smile.

Under Simmons' guidance, Song Tang inspected the entire wine processing workshop and understood the wine processing and production process.

Along the way, all the winery workers he met stopped what he was doing and saluted Song Tang. Song Tang also learned their names through the introduction of bearded Simmons.

Through Simmons' introduction, Song Tang also roughly understood that his winery still uses the oldest production technology, and every link is the most original and purely manual.

Occupying the best grape-growing area and using ancient manual processing techniques, it's no wonder their red wine tastes good but has a low yield.

Compared to many wineries or wineries that now use modern machinery, Song Tang's winery is quite valuable.

Of course, if you want to preserve the ancient craftsmanship, there are conditions.

First, it requires workers who know the traditional methods, and second, the winery does not have high requirements for profitability.

It just so happens that Song Tang has both of these qualities.

You should know that Simmons' family has always been the best winemakers, and Song Tang's winery has never changed its production model for the sake of profit.

Nowadays, there are only a few wineries in the entire Bordeaux region of France that maintain the ancient manual brewing method like Song Tang’s winery. Song Tang’s is the largest and best one.

Under the leadership of Simmons, Song Tang followed everyone into the underground wine cellar.

As soon as he entered the wine cellar, Song Tang smelled the strong aroma of red wine.

After visiting the storage area of ​​red wine barrels of different years and grades, Song Tang quickly asked everyone to leave.

Because she felt that if she stayed any longer, she would probably get drunk just from the smell.

Throughout the day, Song Tang, accompanied by Old George and others, thoroughly inspected his entire estate and plantation area.

Even at lunch, he ate with Simmons and other workers in the processing workshop.

Song Tang's casual gentleness and beautiful face surprised all the winery workers who saw her, but at the same time they felt very lucky.

You have to know that they live in a capitalist society and have seen many rich people who look down on others and have also felt the arrogance of those people.

At first, they all felt a little unbelievable that a delicate young lady like Song Tang could eat simple meals with workers like them.

But gradually everyone realized that Song Tang was not pretending, but was really enjoying the food with them.

This discovery encouraged Aunt France, who was cooking in the work area, and she ran back to the kitchen to get a lot of her signature dishes for Song Tang.

While Song Tang was enjoying his meal, the workers also had extra meals.

In the evening, Song Tang sat in the living room of the castle. Standing beside her were Zhou Jing and other Long people who came with her, as well as Old George and Simmons.

Song Tang looked over the winery report in his hand, did some rough calculations in his mind, and then said to Old George and Simmons with a smile, "Starting next month, adjust the salaries of everyone in the winery."

After hearing what Song Tang said, people like Old George and Simmons felt a pang in their hearts. Is it finally coming?

But what Song Tang said next made them so happy that they almost exclaimed out loud.

"Let's adjust it upwards by 50 percent first."

She just looked at the winery's profits. To be honest, even if the salaries of everyone in the winery were adjusted several times, it would not have much impact on her.

However, Song Tang, who had already understood a lot, knew in his heart that this kind of thing could not be done all at once, otherwise it would be difficult to resolve it in the future.