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

"Tangtang, you will be my little sister from now on. Come to me if you have any problems." Teacher Han Hong, who was in a slightly better mood, put her arm around Song Tang's shoulders and said with a smile.

"But I always feel that I am actually marrying above my station."

Teacher Han Hong's words made everyone present smile. This was the most relaxed everyone had felt since receiving the bad news in the morning.

"Notify the staff and tell them to stop rushing. Since Tangtang has prepared everything, we can travel light this time and fly directly over to receive the supplies."

Teacher Han Hong's words made all the foundation staff excited. This was truly the most relaxing time they had had in all these years.

After getting everyone to pack, Han Hong and Lianhua looked at the smiling Song Tang and said, "Tangtang, will you... go with us?"

Song Tang shook his head slightly.

"I won't go. First, I can't stand seeing those scenes. Second, if I go, I'll just cause trouble for everyone."

"But if you need any help at that time, Teacher Han Hong, you can call me at any time, and I will help you solve it as soon as possible."

These were all made clear when they first discussed it at home. Song Tang originally wanted to go to the disaster area, but was quickly persuaded by Qiongying and the others.

Song Tang's words made Lianhua, Han Hong and others nod their heads.

If Song Tang, with her small body, went to the disaster area, it would really be a trouble. Maybe someone would have to be assigned to take care of her.

Moreover, there is a high probability that aftershocks will occur from time to time in the following period. The disaster area is not a very safe place. It is better for a wealthy person like Song Tang not to take risks.

All she needs to do is stand behind everyone and provide all the support and logistics. These things are far more useful and valuable than her going to the disaster area in person.

Looking at the warriors ready to go, Song Tang stepped forward and hugged Teacher Han Hong and Lianhua.

"The flight isn't that fast, so let most people wait. Teacher Han Hong, you can pick some people and take my private plane to go first."

"Wei Wu, go apply for a flight route now. You need the fastest takeoff, direct to the city where the supplies are being delivered."

Song Tang’s words moved Teacher Han Hong so much that he really took time to the extreme.

She was moved and walked forward to hug Song Tang's thin body and patted his back.

"Tangtang, I owe you a big favor. I'll treat you to a drink when I come back." Teacher Han Hong said and turned to leave.

She didn't even notice the dumbfounded look on Song Tang's face behind her, and Lianhua and the others all had their faces filled with laughter.

To thank Miss Song Tang, would it be okay to treat her to a drink?

There was no way. Teacher Han Hong didn't know that Song Tang couldn't drink much and didn't like drinking.

……

While the Haitang super private jet carrying the emotional teacher Han Hong and others soared into the sky, Song Tang had already returned to the courtyard.

She stood in the yard looking at the sky, praying in her heart, hoping that the losses in the disaster area would be smaller and that all the people involved in earthquake relief work would be safe.

……

In the next few days, Song Tang focused all his attention on the news related to the disaster area.

Whenever updates on the disaster situation and casualties were released, Song Tang felt a little reluctant to watch, but he would occasionally see some good news.

Lianhua and teachers Han Hong would occasionally take time to talk to her to discuss the situation on site and the status of material reserves.

Thanks to Song Tang's presence, nothing was missed this time, not to mention that supplies donated by many other people in the society were also delivered one after another.

After a few days, the situation in the disaster area gradually stabilized, and Song Tang's heart also stabilized. He no longer couldn't sleep because of watching videos on his mobile phone.

……

One year later.

"Miss, Miss, Mr. Chu Jiang is here."

Early in the morning, Song Tang was scolding Song Chuyi in the yard for messing up the flower pots. Zhou Jing walked back from outside with a smile.

Following behind her was an old man in a green robe. Who else could it be but Chu Jiang?

"Hey Miss, you're already training the dog so early in the morning."

Before Song Tang could say hello, Chu Jiang, who looked like an old scholar, stroked his beard happily.

"You're here this month. Please sit down first. Sister Zhou will ask someone to make tea." Song Tang walked to Chu Jiang with a smile.

Over the years, someone would come to give Song Tang goodies every month, with Chu Jiang and Old Man Song coming the most. Now they have become so used to it that they can just come in.

In the past, these old people would just leave their things behind and leave, until one time, Song Tang forcibly grabbed Chu Jiang's sleeve and he didn't dare to break free. It was not known whether he was afraid of tearing his clothes or hurting Song Tang.

Every elderly person who has come here has different personalities and preferences. For example, Mr. Chu Jiang in front of us likes to drink tea and eat vegetarian food. He is a cultured person.

The irritable Emperor Song, Old Man Song, likes to drink and eat meat, and he would be unhappy if he didn't have meat in his meal.

Each of the other elderly people also has his or her own characteristics.

"Have lunch before leaving. I'll ask someone to prepare your favorite food." Song Tang looked at Chu Jiang with a smile.

"Okay, okay." Old man Chu nodded with a smile, then placed the brocade box in his hand on the stone table.

"What is it this time?" Song Tang looked at the big box in front of him with a little curiosity.

Every time these old people bring something, it’s really scary, and they are often the museum’s treasures.

Now there are quite a few of them in the collection room specially built in Songtang Siheyuan.

"Hey, Miss, if you want to know what it is, you need to see it yourself. Every time I get it from the clan leader, I don't know what it is." Chu Jiang looked at Song Tang with a kind smile.

The two of them were happily chatting with each other in this old-fashioned society. Wei Wu and the others seemed fine in public, but the assassins in the dark were speechless.

After they came to Song Tang, when they saw Chu Jiang for the first time, they saw that Wei Wu and the others did not care about the old man approaching the eldest lady casually, so two people rushed out from the dark.

What horrified them was that they rushed to the man but could not get close to him. It was as if there was an invisible wall between them and the old man.

From then on, they knew that none of the old men who appeared in front of the young lady were simple.

No wonder Wei Wu and the others were indifferent. I guess they had suffered losses before.

In fact, the assassins were really wrong. Wei Wu and his men had never suffered any loss at the hands of the old men.

They just had enough time to observe and see that the old men were not simple.

Song Tang looked at Chu Jiang drinking tea with a smile on his face, put his little hand on the brocade box, tried to pick it up and weighed it a few times, it was quite heavy.

Chu Jiang was drinking tea while playing with the cat and dog around him. Song Tang knew the character of these old men, so he put the big box on the stone table and opened it in no time.

"Fuck!"

Even though he had received many precious things from Chu Jiang and others, Song Tang still cursed the first time he saw what was in the box.

"Hey hey hey, rude, rude, hahaha."

Chu Jiang laughed at Song Tang's sudden surprise.