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

"Uncle Sima, I have something I want to ask you." Song Tang directly called Sima Kang, the veteran he was most familiar with.

"Oh? What's the matter, Miss?" Sima Kang was a little curious when he received Song Tang's call at this time.

He knew that Song Tang would leave the beautiful country and return home in two days. He had originally planned to visit Song Tang the next day or the day after tomorrow, but then he received the call.

What puzzled him was that Song Tang should not have any problems that could stump her at this stage, and he didn't know what she wanted to ask him.

"It's like this. Lao Deng just sent a request from the White House, saying that he wants to meet with me."

"Oh? He actually came to his senses and wanted to meet the young lady? So what do you think, young lady?"

Song Tang's words made Sima Kang on the other end of the phone smile.

"If I ask him to come to the manor to see me now, I'll seem a bit cowardly. But if he goes to the White House, will it be unsafe?"

"Some people say that this might be a half-conspiracy of Lao Deng. He really wants to see me, but he may have leaked the news to let outsiders see if I have the courage." Song Tang directly threw the question to Sima Kang.

Sima Kang listened to Song Tang's words and said with a smile: "The people around you are right. Old Deng is not a simple man. He has his own way of disgusting people."

"But it's no problem. Miss, please accept his invitation and schedule it for tomorrow."

"I'll make the arrangements in a minute. You can go there tomorrow without worrying about anything. I'll make sure that in the White House tomorrow, no one will have anything that belongs to them except Old Deng's underwear."

Sima Kang's slightly rude words made Song Tang laugh out loud.

These old guys are not very civilized people. They usually restrain themselves in front of her, but they will reveal themselves occasionally.

But think about it, we are all people who have lived through that chaotic era, and the difficulties and obstacles therein are unknown to outsiders. Anyone who is civilized and kind would not live to this time.

Especially since Sima Kang himself did not have a good reputation in the outside world, saying something like "Old Deng's pants" was already a compliment.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I really want to go to the White House and see it for myself. After all, it's a famous and mysterious place."

"And I also want to hear what Lao Deng, this fish in a dried-up pond, has to say to me."

After hanging up the phone, Song Tang smiled and looked at the people around her who had been staring at her and said, "Tomorrow we will go to see the president of the beautiful country and listen to what Lao Deng wants to say."

"Hehe, you still want to laugh at me before you die?"

"Not to mention the White House, I'd go even to a dangerous place!"

Song Tang's words shocked everyone around him. It was so majestic and domineering!

She is truly worthy of being the eldest daughter of Menglong Group, the number one eldest daughter in the world.

……

The next morning, three huge private jets, like palaces in the sky, landed in Washington.

Amid the distant expressions of concern and emotion from countless insiders, Song Tang, the eldest daughter of the Menglong Group, is about to visit the White House, the presidential palace of the United States.

Hundreds of black stately cars had already been waiting at the airport, and together with the hundreds of people who followed Song Tang, they formed a super convoy of shocking size, speeding towards the White House under the attention of countless people.

At this time in the White House, Lao Deng looked helpless when he learned that Song Tang had already got off the plane and was heading towards this side.

He was a disgusting person to begin with, and he had no intention of, nor dared to, do anything to Miss Song Tang.

But today he discovered many anomalies in the White House.

Not only did all the people who belonged to him disappear, but all he saw were unfamiliar faces, and even many of the things he usually used were missing.

It’s true, his underpants are almost the only thing that belongs to him.

Sitting dejectedly in the office that still belonged to him temporarily, Lao Deng looked helpless and sad.

The President of the beautiful country, the ruler of the world's only superpower, is completely controlled and manipulated by others. No one would believe it if I told others about it.

"President, Miss Song's motorcade is about to arrive. You should go out to greet her."

A man in a suit walked into the office and looked at the somewhat dejected Lao Deng.

Seeing the middle-aged man who was not his secretary or assistant barging in without even knocking, Lao Deng could only nod helplessly and stand up, but his frail body looked like he could not stand steadily.

"Let's go and meet the young lady." Lao Deng sighed lightly and took slow steps.

If his secretary assistant was here, he would definitely help, but Lao Deng didn't expect that from the expressionless middle-aged man in front of him.

No one paid any attention to Old Deng, so he walked slowly that when he reached the gate of the White House, where the red carpet had been laid out, Song Tang's motorcade also drove in front of the White House.

Many black cars glided past one by one in Lao Deng's surprised gaze, until the car in the middle stopped steadily in front of the red carpet. Lao Deng knew that the real person had arrived, and Miss Song was in this car.

When Song Tang got out of the car in casual clothes with a smile on his face, hundreds of people got out of all the cars in the motorcade and quickly surrounded the small White House under Lao Deng's incredulous gaze.

There was no trace of the security force that should have been inside the White House.

After seeing the situation clearly, Lao Deng sighed to the sky, took trembling steps and walked towards Song Tang who was standing at the end of the red carpet.

Song Tang was not a cruel person. Seeing that Lao Deng had difficulty walking, she took the people around her and went forward to meet him.

When the two sides approached and were about to shake hands, Lao Deng's legs suddenly went weak and he fell to the ground with a thud, which scared Song Tang.

"Hurry up, hurry up, help him up, what a shame!"

Everyone around Lao Deng was sent away, and he was now all alone. No one was willing to serve him, so Song Tang had to quickly call on his own people to come forward and help.

Fortunately, the area around the White House had been cleared long ago, otherwise if this scene was seen by someone or photographed by reporters, old Deng would have no chance of survival.

The president of the beautiful country prostrated himself before a pretty girl. If this were made public, it would not only bring shame to the president himself, but also to the superpower of the beautiful country.

"Thank you, Miss Song." Lao Deng smiled and thanked Song Tang after being helped up.

A man has to bow his head under the eaves, even if the eaves belonged to him yesterday.

"You're so polite, Mr. President. I heard you wanted to see me, so I flew here early this morning, fearing you might be waiting anxiously."

"I didn't expect the President to be so impatient. He didn't even ask to walk slower. Look at where he fell. Does it hurt?"

When Song Tang saw that Lao Deng was not injured, he felt relieved and started to tease him.

You arranged for someone to play a trick on me at the airport, and now you want to disgust me. I'm kind enough to let someone help you up, so don't expect me to be polite in my words.

Song Tang is not a black-hearted person, but he is not someone who can make people laugh even if they are embarrassed. With just two sentences, he made Lao Deng, who had just stood up, look embarrassed.

"Miss Song, you're joking. Let's go in first and talk."

Lao Deng didn't want to embarrass himself in front of everyone, so he extended his hand to invite Song Tang.

Song Tang smiled, nodded, and walked away.

Lao Deng couldn't walk fast enough following behind, so the scene looked as if the White House was Song Tang's territory.