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

The transfer of power seemed to have been completed so easily.

Tang Tang's demeanor was remarkably calm, and Alberto seemed to have rediscovered a trace of youthful fearlessness and joy in this rebellious game.

He also made a lighthearted joke, "But there's good news too. Neither of us needs to change our titles, because the moment you become the new heir, your status will be equal to that of the Elders."

“I usually address you by your name, and you can call me Mr. or Godfather. Of course, when speaking to others, Miss Tang may have to ask you to call this old man Father.”

He felt he wasn't qualified, but he still had to put on a show to appease the elders.

As for the other members of the organization, it's easy to say. Alberto, as the legendary godfather, had a prestige that was almost at its peak among the gang members.

But this is also a different kind of challenge for Tang Tang, because her identity and gender give her an inherent disadvantage in any faction.

This is wrong, but it is also unavoidable.

But that's okay. Tang Tang believes in one principle: all arguments that don't make sense are simply because one's fists aren't strong enough.

If they're not convinced, just beat them all until they submit.

If you still disagree, we'll catch them all and feed them to the crocodiles!

The matter was temporarily settled, and Tang Tang felt she was starving to death.

Fortunately, all the dishes on the table had small warmers underneath them that kept them slightly warm; otherwise, she probably would have had to eat cold food soon.

It was getting late, and as an elderly man and a patient, Alberto needed to rest.

His collaboration with Tang Tang went very smoothly, and the two had a very good impression of each other, so Alberto unconsciously softened his attitude.

He admired Tang Tang, partly because he was still speculating about the power and background behind her, and partly because, in his family, Tang Tang was the most outstanding in terms of temperament, personality, composure, and boldness at her age.

As an old man who has experienced ups and downs for more than sixty years, it is hard for him not to cherish Tang Tang's talent and also to show some care and concern for the younger generation.

“I’ve given myself an Italian name, which may make it easier for you to address me.”

Tang Tang looked at her godfather with bright eyes, "Nicoletta."

"Nikolaeta...the goddess of victory."

That's right, Nicoletta comes from Greek and means "goddess of victory".

This is a name that is too sharp for a girl, but it is also the best blessing for a girl.

Roses and thorns, swords and roses, crowns and power—with the coldest and most resolute blade, on the most romantic flower-lined path, we greet the grandest victory.

"Then, my dear Nicoletta, please enjoy your dinner. The chef and maids are at your service. This old man will rest now."

……

Tang Tang actually really enjoys eating alone.

There were nearly thirty dishes on the table, but fortunately, they were not people who liked to waste food, so the portion of each dish was not large.

Sichuan cuisine is characterized by its classic red oil flavor, occasionally mixed with some numbing spiciness. Whether it's the tender and chewy texture of Sichuan-style chicken or the fragrant aroma of minced garlic pork, these are the most authentic Sichuan flavors.

Shandong cuisine is the same; whether it's "Three Treasures of the Earth" or "Flavorful Eggplant," there are crispy and fragrant options, as well as savory and sticky ones that go well with rice.

She wielded her chopsticks with such force that her phone suddenly rang.

Tang Tang held chopsticks in her right hand and her phone in her left, watching Wang Feiyan's name flash repeatedly.

She knew that among all the friends she knew, only Wang Feiyan had such a lively and outgoing personality, and he would call her from time to time.

Fortunately, Wang Feiyan was very proactive; otherwise, Tang Tang probably would never have taken the initiative to contact others in her entire life.

Perhaps she is too cold-hearted and indifferent; that's just the kind of person she is.

Many times, she felt that she had many things to do, did not need anyone's company, and did not like to be disturbed.

If someone doesn't come to her, she'll forget about them completely.

Perhaps it's because she gets enough emotional feedback from herself, so she no longer needs to waste time drawing emotions from others.

Of course, Tang Tang doesn't reject making friends; after all, it's not a bad thing for her to go out and have fun when she's free.

Wang Feiyan changed his profile picture to himself at some point, with the vast and precipitous Mount Hua in the background and himself grinning broadly while wearing a black windbreaker and sunglasses.

Kind of silly.

Tang Tang found it amusing and answered the call. Wang Feiyan's grinning face immediately jumped into the frame, and in the background not far away was Jiang Ran, casually nestled in a recliner, holding a black and white Border Collie puppy in his arms.

At this moment, apart from Wang Feiyan's cheerful greetings, all that could be heard on the screen was the pitiful, childish whimpering of the little puppy.

"Dear Sugar, what do you think? Isn't this little thing I picked up cute?"

Tang Tang nodded, picked up a piece of tripe with her chopsticks, and chatted as she ate, "You can find Border Collies too?"

To put it bluntly, most stray dogs are mixed breeds, while purebred dogs are mostly taken in. After all, even if people don't raise them themselves, they can still sell them for a lot of money by having them breed.

She also remembered that in her past life she would go to rescue stations to adopt purebred dogs and then secretly breed them in her backyard for profit.

"Sigh, Lao Jiang and I went back to the school to see the old man who taught us before. A female student said that the big dog was hit by a car and died despite rescue efforts, leaving behind a litter of puppies. Lao Jiang and I brought one back."

Tang Tang watched as the little puppy whimpered and nudged Jiang Ran's abs, seemingly hungry. She reminded him, "Do you have any goat milk powder? It's probably hungry. Such a small puppy needs help with its elimination."

Jiang Ran nodded, called out the nanny's name, handed her the puppy, and then lazily greeted Tang Tang, "Where are you? What's that painting in the back?"

At this moment, Wang Feiyan also curiously moved closer to the camera and discovered that the background behind Tang Tang was like an ancient castle, with ancient walls and huge oil paintings of past family heads all indicating an ancient sense of history.

"Hey, at home, let me show you my little pet."

She changed the subject for the time being, after all, she still had things to do.

Sure enough, as a newly minted pet owner, Wang Feiyan was immediately drawn to Tang Tang's attention and excitedly asked, "What pet? You have a dog? Or a kitten?"

Yes, I have a "puppy".

Jiang Ran, also curious, walked over and stood behind Wang Feiyan's chair, placing his hand on the backrest and slightly bending down to look at the camera. "What kind of dog?"

Tang Tang curled her lips, picked up her phone, and pointed the camera at her feet. Instantly, a ferocious and sinister crocodile head rose up and filled the entire screen.

"A swamp puppy!"

Along with Tang Tang's voice, Wang Feiyan's desperate scream rang out.

"Holy shit!?"