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

The next day, Song Tang discovered a huge basement in the manor that had also been sealed for a long time.

After opening the door, I found that the place was well ventilated and the environment was kept very dry. It seemed to be a very important place.

The moment all the lights in the basement were turned on, everyone who came down, including Song Tang, was shocked, and then there was a burst of disbelief.

Rather than saying that this is a basement, it would be better to say that this is an underground museum or collection hall.

Countless cultural relics, antiques, and artworks that have appeared in history books, recorded in documents, lost overseas, or disappeared have appeared here.

There are porcelain, metalware, calligraphy and paintings, silk, gold, jade, gems, and even bone fossils.

Among them, there are not only those from Longguo, but also many from other countries and regions in the world. Song Tang and his friends even saw some ancient scepters and crowns.

After the shock, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. If these were all genuine works, then once the news spread, it would surely shock the whole world.

Unlike the others who were still standing stupidly at the entrance, Song Tang was already strolling among the countless display cabinets and racks in the basement.

As he visited more and more places, Song Tang discovered more shocking and even unbelievable ancient objects, all from all over the world.

"Miss, this..., how should we deal with these?"

Even Zhou Jing, who had been with Song Tang for many years and had developed a strong heart, was now stuttering.

It's not that she was making a fuss, but the things in this basement were really too exaggerated.

Even any wealthy person, head of state or even an ancient royal family in the world would be frightened and stutter if they came.

After hearing Zhou Jing's words, Song Tang really thought about it seriously.

"We'll have someone take inventory later. As long as it's something from Dragon Country, we'll take it all back. As for the rest, we'll keep it here for now and we'll come back later."

Song Tang's words made Zhou Jing and everyone else who came in with him nod their heads seriously.

All of Longguo’s things should be taken back. After being away from home for so long, it’s time for these treasures to go home.

As for whether to keep it in the lady’s own museum or donate it to the country after taking it back, that is her family’s business after she returns.

Song Tang now has her own museum, and all the precious antiques and cultural relics she has acquired over the years are collected in it, so there is no problem with security.

Her museum is completely closed to the public and is only used for collection purposes.

However, the leaders of the Long Kingdom once went in to visit. I remember that no matter how high or low their official positions were, everyone was still shocked after they came out.

Because the collections in the Songtang Museum are so scary, even the early collection of Lanting Preface by the calligrapher Wang Xizhi is not considered the best.

Zhou Jing still remembers that the director of the National Museum who came with the leaders was so envious that he stammered several times and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to open his mouth.

……

It took more than two hours to thoroughly tour the entire basement, and that was just a cursory look.

If you look at everything carefully, it will probably take several days to come out.

After walking out of the basement, everyone looked back at the locked door and felt dazed, as if they had seen the light again.

In the past two hours, everyone seemed to be strolling along with the eldest lady in the long river of history.

……

Song Tang stayed in the manor for four or five days. During this time, he took people to visit downtown Los Angeles. However, in Song Tang's opinion, this place was not as advanced as the Magic City in Dragon Country, and there was really nothing fun to do there.

"Miss, some people from an agency want to see you." Zhou Jing knocked on the door and walked into Song Tang's room.

This room was Song Yaowu’s room before. It has been cleaned up and Song Tang lives here now.

"Huh? Someone wants to see me?" Song Tang put down the half-read book in his hand curiously.

This book is on Song Yaowu's bookshelf in the room. During the few days she has lived here, she would pick one up and read it whenever she had nothing to do.

"Well, they are the major financial institutions and banks in the United States, and of course there are others as well." Zhou Jing said with a smile.

These world-renowned banks and financial institutions had been silent for a long time and did not come with the people and companies who came to the manor on the first day.

Maybe they saw that there had been no movement from the eldest lady these days, or maybe they had smelled some other clues, so they suddenly came together to visit today.

Song Tang nodded and thought about it for a while.

"How many people came?"

"Not many, maybe a dozen or so. It seems like only one person came from each family." Zhou Jing thought about the positions of those people outside the manor just now.

"A dozen or so? Okay, but if there are more, they'll be gone. It's a bother."

"Since there aren't many people, just take them to the living room to wait. No need to go to the reception room."

Song Tang made some casual arrangements and continued to pick up the book he had been reading.

She was just reading the exciting part and saw the notes Song Yaowu made on the pages. She planned to finish reading it before meeting the person.

As for making them wait, Song Tang didn't feel any psychological burden at all.

For her now, she can do whatever makes her happy. She doesn't need to give face to anyone in this world.

……

After she finished reading the remaining important parts, she stood up and stretched, only to find that half an hour had passed.

The person standing next to him has changed to Zhao Qi. I guess Zhou Jing is entertaining guests in the living room.

"Come on, let's go see them."

Song Tang put the book back to its original place on the bookshelf, and easily called Zhao Qi, who was smiling, out of the room.

"Miss, are you done with your work?" Zhou Jing was the first person to see Song Tang when she walked into the living room.

Hearing the words of Zhou Jing, the housekeeper of the manor, the dozen or so foreigners who were sitting upright in the living room quickly stood up and looked at Song Tang who had already walked into the living room.

"Ms. Song, please forgive me for disturbing you by coming here without your permission." More than a dozen bigwigs from the banking and financial industry bowed and greeted her.

These people all have a high status in this world, but in this manor, they are far inferior to Song Tang.

"You're welcome. Please take a seat."

Song Tang smiled and nodded, then sat down in the main seat that had been empty, and invited them to take their seats.

After hearing Song Tang's words, these big guys stood up straight and sat down carefully.

But everyone's butt was half empty, unlike Song Tang who was sitting comfortably on the sofa.

"I wonder what brings you here today?"

Song Tang went straight to the point and took a sip of the milk tea that Zhao Rui had just handed to him.

She didn't have the time or mood to argue with anyone. She was already a little exhausted after reading for so long, so she quickly sent them away because she needed to rest herself.

These big guys were originally planning to be polite to each other, but they didn't expect that Miss Song was different from any superior person they had met. She came straight to the point and made them a little confused.

But everyone was no simple person, and they adjusted themselves after a brief hesitation.

"Ms. Song, we are mainly here to say hello to you, and we also want to apologize to you."

The words of the Rothschild family member instantly piqued Song Tang's interest.

Saying hello is fine, but what does an apology mean?