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

"Dragon head!"

Song Tang's swearing surprised everyone in the yard at that moment, and then the sound of "dragon head" made everyone alert after being stunned for a moment.

Dragon head?!

It is the most important of the twelve animal heads whose whereabouts are still unknown, and it is also a symbol of the spirit of the children of the Dragon Kingdom.

"Feng Bo, come here, put on your gloves and take it out to have a look. Be careful."

After being surprised, Song Tang called Feng Bo to his side.

Feng Bo, wearing white gloves, carefully took out the ferocious dragon head from the brocade box with his hands and placed it on the tablecloth that Zhou Jing had prepared long ago.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

This was not just the noise made by Song Tang. In the entire yard, except for Chu Jiang who was still calm, everyone else was making the same noise.

This is a rare thing. There have been many different opinions about its exact location, but no one knows it. Now it is displayed here so clearly.

"Mr. Chu, if I'm not mistaken, the remaining missing animal heads are also with you, right?"

After Song Tang admired the dragon head for a while, he suddenly had an idea.

Since Chu Jiang was able to send the dragon head to her, the others should also be with them.

"Oh my, how would an old man like me know this? You'll know for yourself later if you see it or not."

Chu Jiang still had a smile on his face, but he still didn't reveal any information.

Song Tang rolled his eyes speechlessly.

These old men are good in every way except that they are very tight-lipped and don't know anything when you ask them. Their acting skills are really bad.

Seeing that everyone appreciated the collection to the same extent, Song Tang instructed Feng Bo and the staff responsible for maintaining the collection room to keep it carefully.

At this rate, it looked like he would be able to collect all the lost animal heads in the next few months.

When I have too many good things in my hands, I will build a museum just like I collected those cars, but the things inside will probably scare many people.

Lunch was prepared by a vegetarian chef specially invited by Song Tang. Chu Jiang enjoyed the meal very much. He said frankly that if the clan leader had not asked him to go back, he would have planned to stay with Song Tang for a long time.

……

In the next few months, just as Song Tang had expected, no matter which old man came, he always brought a familiar large brocade box.

Snake heads, sheep heads, chicken heads, dog heads, these precious animal heads that had been missing before all appeared here in Song Tang's place.

As of the last dog head, all the twelve zodiac animal heads have now appeared and exist in the Dragon Kingdom, but five of them are in Song Tang's hands.

If this news got out, it would definitely become big news that would shock the whole country, but Song Tang did not publicize it, and the senior executives who also knew about it remained silent.

However, when they learned that Song Tang planned to build a museum in the future, the top management arranged for someone to quietly open the urban planning map of Kyoto.

It would be best if a museum of this level and specifications, whether private or public, were to be established in Kyoto in the future.

……

It was another snowy winter. On this day, the sky and the earth in Kyoto were all white, and heavy snow fell from the sky.

Song Tang stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the Manhe Sky Courtyard and looked down at the city of Kyoto. There were many people sitting in the large living room behind her.

Every winter, if Song Tang stayed in Kyoto, he would spend more time here.

After all, you don’t have to go out, and basically the whole house is an indoor environment.

Zhao Zihong, Han Jing, and Ye Jin were all there, and Lei Yao, Jin Duoduo, and the others were also present. Even the men like Qin Zhaoyang were there.

"Old Zhao, don't be soft-hearted when you go to South Korea to play in a few days." Lei Yao said with a smile to Zhao Zihong who was not far away while eating snacks.

"No problem. If you're still worried, I promise to make her cry. Okay?"

Zhao Zihong's words made everyone in the living room burst into laughter, and Song Tang also turned around with a smile, holding a hot milk tea.

It was so hard to get all the friends together, and it was a perfect snowy day. It was so pleasant to have a tea party around the fire and make tea.

……

Zhao Zihong has now started playing competitions abroad.

But what makes her depressed is that she is still a rookie in the UFC ring, and many boxers are unwilling to accept her match.

These boxers were all very shrewd. After watching Zhao Zihong's match videos early on, they pushed away all the pushes they could.

Zhao Zihong's boxing and technical style gave them a headache when watching the video. If they accepted the match, it would be more trouble than it would take.

Even if we win, he's just a newbie and useless.

It would be a huge joke if we lost.

All the players who have watched the video of Zhao Zihong's games cannot guarantee that they can escape unscathed when facing Zhao Zihong.

So far, Zhao Zihong has only fought some matches with some boxers who are also newcomers.

Although he won all the fights easily, Zhao Zihong was very depressed that he had never defeated a famous boxer.

In a few days, a UFC exhibition match will be held in South Korea. Zhao Zihong happens to be one of the boxers sent by UFC, and he will face the South Korean boxer.

This kind of boxing match is said to be for show and to make money, but when there are grudges between the boxers on the stage, it is not impossible to have an exciting match.

The large living room was crowded with more than a dozen young people, all of whom were giving advice to Zhao Zihong, who was going to fight against the Koreans in a few days.

At the same time, everyone also promised that if they have time, they will definitely follow Song Tang to South Korea to cheer her on.

……

Three days later, Song Tang's private plane soared into the sky and flew towards South Korea. Most of the people who had gathered around the fire to make tea that day were on the plane.

As for Zhao Zihong, he had already arrived in South Korea with UFC officials to make pre-match preparations.

At Incheon Airport in the South Korean capital, many well-known politicians and chaebol tycoons were waiting quietly, arousing the curiosity of countless passers-by.

Everyone watched from afar and was reluctant to leave. Some internet celebrities even took out their phones and started live-streaming the airport scene from afar.

The main reason was that the identities of those big guys who were separated by security personnel earlier were too scary, but now they all gathered here quietly, which made people curious about who could allow them to put on such a big reception.

"It's almost time, it's time to come out." A middle-aged man looked at his watch and said in a low voice.

The people around him nodded seriously, but their eyes were always fixed on the exit.

After a while, a group of people with extremely powerful aura appeared at the end of everyone's sight.

Especially the absolutely beautiful girl walking in the front center. Although she was chatting and laughing with the people around her along the way, her noble aura made people dare not look directly at her.

Seeing that Song Tang and his group of young people had already walked to a place not far in front of them under the protection of a group of strong bodyguards, a middle-aged man who looked quite familiar smiled, bent down and trotted towards them.

"Welcome, Miss, to Seoul."