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

Then, at David's prompting, another dark-skinned bodyguard with a twisted scar running from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, touched his head shyly and walked over to the mango smoothie stand.

He was even taller than the stall when he was standing.

"Miss Tang, your fried dumplings."

The first bodyguard carefully carried over a small box of golden, round dumplings. When he handed it to Tang Tang, his outstretched arm was muscular, and the small box of dumplings was not even as big as his palm.

Looking at the dumplings handed to her, Tang Tang curiously picked one up with a plastic fork and tried it.

Hmm, completely different from those in China. The dumplings here are very small, round, and the inside is decorated with pleats like lace.

The filling is cheese, onion, and beef, drizzled with tomato sauce.

It wasn't bad, but it tasted strange.

Tang Tang ate one but didn't want any more. After putting down her fork, she shook her head and looked at the mango smoothie held in the hands of the fiercest-looking, dark-skinned bodyguard.

Finally, a magical scene unfolded on the street.

A beautiful, dark-haired girl strolled along ahead, surrounded by six or seven bodyguards in neat suits and sunglasses. These serious-looking bodyguards followed closely behind the girl.

Each of them was carrying or holding snack boxes with yellow or pink packaging, which contrasted sharply with their serious and aloof expressions.

The girl in front of him was very proud and arrogant. At first glance, her clothes seemed very simple and casual, but upon closer inspection, they were all Hermès bags.

Tang Tang tried all sorts of snacks and found that foreign countries do indeed seem like culinary deserts.

Hmm... it doesn't quite suit her Chinese palate.

Finally, she asked David, who was sitting next to her, "I'm hungry. Are there any good restaurants nearby?"

Tang Tang felt that she was losing her class.

Other socialites eat very little, barely taking two bites of each dish, but she seems to be a reincarnated glutton, eating wherever she goes.

But what could she do?

Come on, eating delicious food is the ultimate pleasure in life!

David thought for a moment, but instead of introducing the restaurant to Tang Tang, he said in a low voice, "If you don't mind, perhaps Mr. Godfather's chef can meet your requirements."

Um?

Tang Tang raised an eyebrow and looked David up and down curiously, "Was that phone call you just answered from Mr. Godfather?"

Wow, the experimental results came back so quickly!

David nodded, recalling the conversation he had just had on the phone.

He had never heard the Godfather speak with such overt emotion, and he was ordered to treat Miss Tang with the same respect one would show to the Godfather.

He spoke frankly with Tang Tang, saying, "The Godfather hopes to have dinner with you and discuss the follow-up matters. He has also ordered me to comply with all your decisions, even if you intend to refuse the Godfather."

Oh dear, listen to what they're saying.

Regardless of whether it's true or false, or what the motives are, Tang Tang at least found it extremely pleasant to hear.

Moreover, since her original goal was the Godfather and the Mafia, this was exactly what she wanted. So she nodded and agreed, "I also look forward to meeting the Godfather again."

On the way back, Tang Tang pondered what she wanted to get from her godfather.

At first, she just wanted to use the name of the Mafia to make up the identity and background she had casually mentioned before. She didn't care whether she actually had any power or not, because she was, after all, Chinese and had lived a peaceful and stable life before.

It's somewhat unlikely that she could suddenly transform from a powerful urban woman into a ruthless, ambitious, and formidable empress.

But as she gradually spent money and entered a completely different social circle, Tang Tang discovered that this world was actually really interesting.

She gradually realized just how strong her ability to provide a safety net was, given that she possessed the system.

Especially when she actually entered the Mafia family and stood beside this legendary godfather, Tang Tang's usually calm heart would start pounding wildly.

It's as if she has finally grown up for the second time during these days, and finally discovered that her true personality is not the mediocrity under the heavy pressure of life, but a passionate, curious, unconventional, and thrill-loving nature.

She enjoys this new life full of challenges, intrigue, and reason, constantly exploring unknown territories and continuously increasing her power and strength, which seems to be her new hope and goal.

So she began to covet these powers in Italy.

Especially given that Alberto's only son has passed away.

So what difference does it make who becomes the leader?

At the very least, this mafia godmother can help little Alberto get revenge.

Time flies, and Tang Tang made several trips to Alberto's estate in a single day. This time, the stars in the sky were already lit. Under the moonlight, Tang Tang saw a few people waiting outside the ancient castle, which was lit up with lights, amidst the hazy sea of ​​flowers.

She saw Alberto in the night, the elderly man in his wheelchair, who was still full of energy and had straightened his back.

Wearing a black suit and a baseball cap, the old godfather, dressed so solemnly once again, gradually became clearer in the dark night, in the warm yellow light, and in the headlights of Tang Tang's convoy that were getting closer and closer.

Such respect and sincerity made Tang Tang gaze at the old man's silver hair, and she sighed to the system in her mind, "This is truly someone who can sit on the throne and also bow his head."

Wishing you all your wishes fulfilled.

"Lend your auspicious words."

……

Tang Tang opened the car door and got out, standing about three meters away from Alberto and the old butler on the steps leading to the door.

"Godfather, are you here to talk business?"

Alberto gazed at Tang Tang, looking at this unbelievable young man, and slowly shook his head. "In fact, Miss Tang, I don't think I'm qualified to do business with you in terms of value."

Even though he was the head of Italy's largest family, and even though he was the godfather ultimately recognized by all factions of the Mafia, he still believed that he had no assets to trade.

The composition of that reagent was so mysterious that it would be ridiculous to say that Alberto did not order his medical geniuses to try to extract and study that secret.

No leader of any power would want to be at a disadvantage in a deal.

Unfortunately, those drug substances that are like the natural enemy of cancer cells die the moment they are extracted separately.

Alberto then simply halted the extraction experiments and began conducting clandestine clinical trials using traitors or spies within his faction.

He made a decisive decision to seek business with this excessively young lady with the utmost sincerity.

Or perhaps it was a one-sided plea on his part.