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

Lao Deng did not receive Song Tang in his presidential office, but went to the reception room.

He was afraid that if he went to the office he would only be able to sit on a small stool, and the seat that should have belonged to him would be taken by Song Tang, which would be humiliating again.

Judging from the current situation, this kind of thing is not impossible to happen, because at this moment, apart from himself, even a mouse in the White House may belong to Song Tang.

"Miss Song, can I talk to you alone?" After both Lao Deng and Song Tang sat down, Lao Deng looked at the people standing around Song Tang and asked in a slightly humble voice.

Song Tang smiled at the old and frail Lao Deng in front of her, then looked at Sima Kang and Chu Jiang who came with her.

Anyone who sees her in this state today will have to be humble.

Sima Kang saw the eldest lady looking at him, smiled slightly and nodded.

An old guy whose legs tremble when he walks and leaks urine when he stands is no threat to the eldest lady, and the entire White House has been thoroughly cleaned out by their people.

Old monsters like Chu Jiang also nodded. Not to mention asking them to wait outside the door, even if they were farther away, they would be able to appear and stop Song Tang as soon as he was in danger.

Seeing the eldest lady nodded in agreement and everyone else started to leave, Wei Wu and the others stepped forward and touched Lao Deng from head to toe before giving up.

As everyone left, the door of the reception room slowly closed, leaving only Song Tang and Lao Deng in the huge reception room.

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Outside the door, Feng Bo looked at his hands and smiled at Wei Wu and the others, saying, "Wow, I never knew I'd be able to search the president of the United States one day. This feels so good."

Chen Xiong also smiled foolishly. When he was pushing Lao Deng just now, he didn't dare to use any strength, for fear of breaking the old guy's brittle bones.

"Why didn't you seize the opportunity to try it a few more times? This opportunity doesn't come every day." Zhao Zihong looked at Feng Bo's funny behavior and teased him with a smile.

People outside the door were talking and laughing. As for what Song Tang and Lao Deng inside the door were talking about, no one knew. Perhaps only monsters like Chu Jiang knew something.

For more than an hour, whenever others felt a little worried, they would look at Chu Jiang and the others, and Chu Jiang and the others would nod in response, indicating that there was no problem.

Wei Wu, Sima Kang and others were all aware of Chu Jiang and his team's abilities, so they felt relieved when they saw Chu Jiang and his team remained calm.

I think if the young lady is in any danger, Chu Jiang and the others will discover it and stop it at the first time.

When everyone outside saw Song Tang walking out with a smile on his face, they felt a lot more relaxed even though they knew nothing would happen.

"Miss, is it done?" Sima Kang stepped forward and asked with a smile.

"Well, it's done. Let's go." Song Tang smiled lightly and took the lead to walk out of the White House.

When the others caught up, they curiously turned their heads to look into the open door of the living room, only to find Lao Deng sitting in a chair with his head down, not moving.

I don't know if I fell asleep or...

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The next morning, three super-large private planes took off from the United States and soared into the sky. Song Tang and others on the plane finally ended their long trip to the United States and embarked on their journey home.

When the plane left the American continent and flew over the ocean, Song Tang sat quietly in his seat looking at the scenery outside the window, but his mind was thinking of his previous private meeting with Lao Deng.

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"Ms. Song, I'm asking to meet you this time because, firstly, I want to apologize to you in person, and secondly, I want to see you and see what kind of person you are."

Song Tang couldn't help but smile at Lao Deng's words. She knew why he apologized, but as for wanting to see her, she didn't know what Lao Deng was thinking.

Seeing that Song Tang didn't say anything but just smiled, Lao Deng also smiled and shook his head.

It's normal that the young lady doesn't want to talk. It's good enough that she came as invited.

"Believe it or not, the attack at the airport was not my intention, but I had no choice."

"My relationship to them is the same as Lao Chuan's relationship to you and the Menglong Group. Many times, many things are fundamentally beyond our control."

Song Tang nodded in agreement after hearing what Lao Deng said. It was indeed true.

"I don't know when the president of our beautiful country became like this. He's not much better than the president of the little country of South Korea."

"In the final analysis, they are all just puppets. The president of the little country is a complete puppet, while we are slightly better off, but only to a limited extent."

Deng seemed to be in very poor health. Perhaps he was exhausted by Trump's recent actions. He started to breathe heavily after saying a few words and had to stop to rest for a while.

Seeing the old man's miserable appearance, Song Tang could only say, "Don't worry, just take your time. Since I'm here today, I'll definitely listen to you."

Lao Deng looked at Song Tang with a hint of gratitude, picked up the coffee beside him and took a sip.

"Actually, when I knew you were coming to Beautiful Country, I did think about making you disappear forever or keeping you in Beautiful Country completely."

"But I know that's wishful thinking. With the support of a formidable force like the Dream Dragon Group, how could you be harmed so easily?"

"So I'm just thinking about it." After saying this, Lao Deng laughed at himself and coughed a few times.

Song Tang couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard what Lao Deng said.

Since I dared to come to the beautiful country, I naturally have nothing to be afraid of. If anyone wants to have a fight with me, I have to consider whether I can bear it.

Not only were the interest groups behind it dealt with by the Menglong Group a while ago and eventually forced to cede land and pay compensation, but now he is sitting in the White House in broad daylight.

"But no matter what, even if they manipulated me, I was still involved in it."

"So this apology must be made. As for what you think, Miss Song, I don't care anymore."

"After all, you've seen my body. I don't know how much longer I can live."

Although Lao Deng was apologizing, he also had a bit of a desperate attitude. Now that he was almost exhausted, there was really nothing he cared about.

Song Tang was also amused by the old man. It turned out that even a person of the level of the President of the United States was no different from an ordinary old man at this time.

"For nearly two hundred years, the white race has ruled this world. The Anglo-Saxon race dominates everything in this world, whether it's the economy or military power."

"Although the Jewish race rose during this period, they were essentially playing the money game. They were rootless and ultimately still depended on the Ansar."

When Song Tang heard this, he knew that Lao Deng was going to say something serious, and he couldn't help but sit up straighter.

"Not to mention that the Jewish race was nearly wiped out by the Germans before."

"So, in fact, the only white people who have truly dominated this world for over a hundred years are the Angolans."

Lao Deng stared into the void, not knowing what he was thinking, while muttering to himself.

Fortunately, Song Tang was close to him and could hear clearly.

"In recent decades, your Yellow Huaxia Dragon Nation has risen very powerfully, and the Menglong Group, headed by the Yellow Song Yaowu, has also come to dominate the world."

"This put the white people in great danger. They considered suppressing and destroying them, but all their attempts failed. In the end, they could only bow their heads and admit defeat."

"You've seen it too. The result now is that Dragon Country is reviving, and the Dream Dragon Group is dominating the world."

"So, this world is just a giant makeshift organization. Nothing is permanent, nothing remains unchanged..."

"In the final analysis, it's nothing more than a struggle for interests, a struggle for beliefs, a struggle for race..."

"You finish your performance, and I take the stage. This is a world of great contention..."

As he was talking, Lao Deng suddenly became silent, which scared Song Tang.

Finally I found out that Lao Deng was just asleep...