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

"We're leaving tomorrow. Can you leave here? Do you need to ask the director or the crew for leave?"

Song Tang was holding a cola chicken wing in her hand, with a hole in it bitten by her.

The feast she ordered at the hotel had been delivered to the crew. Everyone in the crew was happily eating, occasionally glancing curiously at Song Tang's small circle.

Director Zhang and the others were also tactful enough not to stay with Song Tang any longer, so now only Han Jing and Zhao Maimai, as well as the assistants and bodyguards around her, were with Song Tang.

"You can leave now, no need to ask for leave."

"Actually, I don't need to be on the crew at all. I just want to pay closer attention to my work and learn more."

Han Jing responded to Song Tang with a smile, and at the same time used the serving chopsticks to pick up some food that Zhao Maimai next to her could hardly reach.

She had been in the crew for so long that she and Zhao Maimai had already become very familiar with each other, not to mention that they both had a close relationship with Song Tang.

"That's good. I contacted Ye Jin before. She's currently in the Magic City and can't leave, so she won't be joining us. She'll leave directly from the Magic City when the time comes."

Song Tang and Han Jing's conversation and laughter made Zhao Maimai, who was dining at the same table with them, very curious.

"Sister Song, do you have anything else to do? Screenwriter Han, are you leaving the crew?"

Zhao Maimai's curiosity made Zhou Jing and Qiongying behind Song Tang smile at each other.

This is because the child is still young. If it were someone like Director Zhang, he would not ask or dare to ask.

Song Tang and Han Jing nodded. This was not a secret that could not be told, not to mention that they had a good relationship with Zhao Maimai.

"Well, we're going to Deep City next. One of our best friends has a very important game there, and we're going to cheer her on."

Song Tang's words made Zhao Maimai nodded seriously. Her cute look made Song Tang and Han Jing laugh out loud.

……

"Maimai, if you have anything, just tell me on WeChat."

The luxury convoy carrying Song Tang and Han Jing had already gone away.

After everyone in the crew withdrew their gazes, they all looked at the young Zhao Maimai.

What Miss Song said to Zhao Maimai just now before getting on the car was no different from the red seal and iron certificate or the imperial sword.

After screenwriter Han left with Miss Song, the most powerful person in the crew was Director Zhang. In fact, everyone knew that the most powerful person had been replaced by Zhao Maimai, a naive little girl.

Looking at the confused Zhao Maimai, Director Zhang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the one with this background is the well-behaved little girl Zhao Maimai.

If this privilege falls into the hands of an arrogant actor, then there is no need to film this script.

……

Deep city.

One of the super-developed cities in the south of Longguo, it is also the venue for the first gold belt battle between Hu Niu and Zhao Zihong in their lives.

In a large flat in Shenzhen Bay No. 1, Song Tang, Han Jing and Ye Jin were chatting and laughing in the huge living room.

This is one of the properties that Song Tang obtained from the system over the years.

This is not the best property among Song Tang’s many properties in Shenzhen, but it is the closest to Zhao Zihong’s competition venue.

As for Zhao Zihong, since the game was about to start tomorrow, she didn't have time to get together with the three of them, and could only get together after the game.

"Tomorrow is Lao Zhao's first chance to touch the gold belt. Why do I feel a little nervous?"

Ye Jin sat on the big sofa with his two little feet dangling, looking nervous.

She is living a very comfortable life now. She occasionally gets together with her roommates and best friends, attends some live concerts, or writes a few songs and takes them to Tenglong Entertainment to find singers.

Her parents don't object to her doing these things now, and sometimes they even go to concerts to watch her solo.

Hearing Ye Jin's words, Han Jing, who was standing in front of the French window looking at the bustling night view of Shenzhen, turned around and said with a smile: "You know what, I seem to be a little nervous right now."

Han Jing earns quite a bit of money now. She wanted to buy a house for her parents in Chengdu, but was rejected because the elderly were unwilling to leave the small town where they had lived.

Later, Han Jing had no choice but to renovate the house and stopped letting her father go out to work. The money she earned now was enough for the family to live a rich life.

"That's normal. From Lao Zhao's first official competition after graduation, we knew how much effort and hardship she had put in."

Song Tang personally brought the nanny of this large flat out from the kitchen, carrying some fruit plates, drinks and so on.

"From being an unknown in the fighting world to being able to compete for the championship belt, we, as the people closest to her, are of course nervous."

Song Tang sat on the sofa and handed drinks to Han Jing and Ye Jin who were walking over.

"But don't worry too much. Lao Zhao basically crushes everyone in her matches. Even if she encounters a tough opponent occasionally, it doesn't cause her much trouble."

"Wei Wu and the others have already helped Lao Zhao analyze the contenders for the gold belt this time. I don't think it will be a big problem."

Song Tang's words made the other two nod in agreement, and the three of them looked out the window at the brightly lit night.

Whether Zhao Zihong can win the gold belt in the first championship battle in his life depends on tomorrow's battle.

……

The huge professional competition venue was packed with people and very noisy, but there was a large empty seat in the south audience seats, which was surrounded by some tough bodyguards.

In the players' lounge in the backcourt, Song Tang and the others were surrounding Zhao Zihong, who had finished preparing, and were groping around.

"Old Zhao, keep working hard and try to get the gold belt back." Han Jing smiled and patted Zhao Zihong on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I, Old Zhao, am here to take over. What are you worried about? Just watch from the audience as I take back the gold belt."

Zhao Zihong only shows her old cocky look when she's facing her close friends.

Hearing that the passionate host in the front had already started reading out the contestants' information and notifying them to enter, Song Tang and the others quickly encouraged Zhao Zihong again.

As the contestants from both teams entered the arena, the entire venue erupted in thunderous cheers, drowning out even the host's voice holding the microphone.

The live camera occasionally scanned the large number of spectators at the scene, including some well-known fighters and celebrities.

Almost all the well-known domestic male and female fighters appeared in the audience.

They also wanted to know whether Zhao Zihong, an unknown person who had worked his way up from the bottom at the fastest speed, could take the gold belt today.

If Zhao Zihong really defeats her opponent and takes the gold belt today, she will be able to create a record for the fastest gold belt won in a domestic regular competition.

However, what excited all the audience at the scene as well as all the audiences in the TV station and the online live broadcast room was that super Miss Song Tang actually came to watch the game in person.

Ever since Zhao Zihong's performance became more and more impressive and she made her mark in the fighting circle, most people knew that she was the roommate and best friend of Miss Song Tang of Menglong.