Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

With the good mood from the lottery draw, Tang Tang felt that her motivation to spend money would increase significantly in the near future.

Tang Tang's goal this time was very clear: to buy everything she needed.

While it's not impossible to bring all those shops to the villa, it's still more enjoyable to shop and spend money in person.

Upon entering the mall, Tang Tang first bought an ice cream. The ice cream, which cost over 180 yuan, contained three different colored scoops: original milk flavor, mango flavor, and pistachio flavor.

There was also a chocolate shop next door with a string of Italian characters written on it in a rather free and unrestrained style.

For Tang Tang, who had just purchased Italian and successfully become the future heir to the Italian Mafia's first family, this string of Italian words actually felt somewhat familiar and comforting.

Moreover, the rich and tempting aroma of chocolate wafted from the shop, enticing Tang Tang to keep turning inside.

"Hello, welcome to Amedei."

This fairly large shop has nearly a dozen employees, while an old man with white hair and a white beard, who is strumming an old guitar, is the shop manager.

Tang Tang pondered for a moment, then greeted him in Italian.

The old man looked back in surprise, then greeted him in Italian.

Italian is a language far less widely spoken than English, and many people hardly know it.

So when they heard Tang Tang and the old man exchanging a few words, many customers turned to look at them.

However, only people with a certain level of spending power can enter this store.

In addition, since this store is a genuine Italian brand, most people know that the two people were probably speaking Italian.

Tang Tang's pronunciation is authentic and fluent, and she even mixes in a lot of local slang.

The old man's eyes lit up as he looked at Tang Tang and asked for her name, "Oh, my goodness, dear angel, may I know your name?"

“Of course,” Tang Tang smiled, “Nikletta Don Newkman.”

“…Newkman?”

The old man's eyes widened slightly, and a complex expression appeared in his eyes behind his round glasses. He looked at the graceful Tang Tang in front of him, and finally his gaze settled on her clear and bright purple eyes.

His voice was slightly hoarse, "I thought you were just a young person wearing colored contact lenses that you like."

Tang Tang shrugged helplessly. "Sorry."

"No, I'm the one who needs to apologize."

The old man put down the old guitar he was repairing and slowly stood up.

When he stood up completely, Tang Tang realized that this rather tall old man had a limp in one leg.

He stood up and stared at Tang Tang. "So, Miss Newman, why are you here?"

Tang Tang's smile remained, but she merely raised an eyebrow, not directly answering the old man's question. "Perhaps I just wanted to buy chocolate from you."

An heir to an Italian Mafia family traveled all the way from Italy to China just to buy chocolate from an Italian brand in a Chinese shopping mall.

Tang Tang is so obviously perfunctory when she's being dismissive.

The old man didn't speak, only shook his head, then picked up his cane, which had been blocked, and slowly left.

He didn't leave a single word.

All their conversations were in Italian, and almost no one could understand them.

Most people only saw her and the old man converse fluently and casually in an unfamiliar language for a few minutes before the old man slowly left.

As soon as she marked it wrong, Tang Tang's interest in chocolate diminished.

Because she now has an even stronger interest in it.

When the old man heard the surname Newman, he was clearly quite shocked, and his eyes showed a complex and indescribable look, as if there were many stories behind it that could be explored.

However, the matter was temporarily put on hold. Tang Quan made a note of it and said he would go back and continue to investigate later.

Tang Tang nodded, "It just so happens that I don't like the tableware in the villa. I heard that you can get it customized in the China World Trade Center. Let's go take a look."

After thinking it over, I realized that it would be better to have everything customized.

The shop wasn't small, but Tang Tang could see from afar that it was quite deserted, with hardly any people inside.

Upon seeing Tang Tang and her group, the shop assistant quickly approached and said, "Welcome! How can we help you, customers?"

"We have ready-made products in the store, and we also offer custom services. If you would like me to show you around, I can accompany you to browse the ready-made products."

"If you don't like having staff around, then you are free to move around."

“Custom-made,” Tang Tang said, her eyes wide with amazement as she looked at a display case protected behind glass, which held more than a dozen pieces of tableware, almost a complete set.

The tableware set resembled a lotus flower blooming at dawn, both real and illusory, appearing quite dreamy and beautiful in its slightly translucent, gradient material.

"We accept custom designs based on your provided drawings or have our designers create a base image according to your needs," the salesperson said with a cheerful smile. "As long as the money is right, we can customize anything for you."

Tang Tang first made some serious requests.

"I want to customize about 100 sets of new tableware, from start to finish, all categories."

"More than a hundred sets?" The shop assistant's eyes widened slightly, and she said incredulously, "Miss, even a complete set of custom-made tableware, which is just the simplest one, costs around 3000 yuan."

One hundred sets would cost 30.

“I don’t want anything simple,” Tang Tang said, completely unconcerned about the price. “I want all kinds of styles.”

"For example, a thousand miles of rivers and mountains, or some other ancient paintings."

"In addition to traditional Chinese style, we also need oil painting series, such as Van Gogh's sunflowers or Monet's works."

At this point, Tang Tang emphasized, "Especially Monet's works, fill them up completely."

She absolutely adores Monet!

Especially Monet's representative works.

For example, Water Lilies, Impression Sunrise, and Woman on the Grass.

His colors are either soft or have a hazy, vibrant quality, creating a dazzling and bizarre scene under extreme light and shadow.

It instantly immerses you in that bewildering dream.

Tang Tang was overjoyed at the thought that all the tableware she would use in the future would be based on her favorite world-famous paintings.

But after finishing the serious stuff, she started talking about the less serious stuff.

Tang Tang stroked her chin and gave Tang Xiao a look, "Pay the deposit first."

She then coughed lightly, "I have some special designs that I want to customize."

Upon hearing this, the shop assistant looked at Tang Tang with an awkward yet polite smile. After much hesitation, she finally said, "Miss...we might not be able to accommodate such special cases..."