The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Tang Tang never imagined that one day he would be invited to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Outside the Chinese Embassy in Italy stands the five-star red flag.

On the way here, Tang Tang couldn't help feeling excited, hesitant, uneasy, and a little eager.

But when she saw the fluttering five-star red flag, her heart suddenly calmed down.

Thinking of the pile of antiques that were currently being stored in the auction house's storage warehouse and under strict security protection, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Be careful not to call me Master from now on. Change it to Miss."

After all, there are no slaves in Xinhua!

Ahem. I’m getting off topic.

Tang Tang's car had gone through security checks. Just as she drove into the square and got out of the car, she saw two tall men walking quickly towards her.

One male and one female.

They were probably in their 20s, with decent faces and calm eyes. The women had short hair that reached their ears, while the men had a standard crew cut.

As soon as Tang Tang got off the car, they immediately stood still, straightened their legs, and saluted Tang Tang in a neat military manner.

"Ms. Tang, welcome."

Miss Tang.

There was also a smile on Tang Tang's eyes. Although her eyes were a light purple, her smooth black hair and delicate and tranquil eyebrows were all very Chinese.

She really still prefers being Miss Tang rather than Nicoletta.

"Hello," Tang Tang's lips curled up slightly, "I'm here on invitation, may I ask..."

"Ms. Tang, please follow me. The secretary has been waiting for you in advance."

As they walked in, Tang Tang listened to the woman's low explanation, "It's just that your identity is quite special. We originally wanted to visit you in person, but we thought it was not convenient, so we took the liberty of handing you a visiting card."

Tang Tang shook her head. "Just call me Miss Tang. No need to call me yours."

Looking at her straight waist and temperament, you can tell that she is most likely a respectable soldier of our Chinese country. Why does she have to pretend to be so high-handed in front of her family?

"Ms. Tang, you are the secretary's distinguished guest and our leader. We are all following etiquette. You don't have to mind."

The woman stopped and saw a heavy vermilion door in front of her.

"arrive."

Tang Tang nodded and raised his hand and knocked gently a few times.

"Please come in."

Several subordinates who shared Tang Tang's thoughts stayed quietly where they were, standing at the door with the two soldiers just now.

……

As soon as Tang Tang entered, he met not a serious middle-aged man sitting behind an office chair, but a middle-aged man standing behind a coffee table with his hands behind his back, with a serious face, staring at the tea bowl.

"Miss Tang, I'm sorry to bother you." The middle-aged man saw Tang Tang coming in and walked over with a polite smile on his face. "It's really because your identity is sensitive, so it's not convenient for me to visit you."

Tang Tang shook his head and said in understanding, "I understand. I also received a visiting card from the embassy, ​​but it seems that you are not..."

This man was not any of the officials in the Chinese Embassy in Italy that Tang Xiao had found before.

But seeing how the two men just entered and exited the embassy casually and easily, as well as the size of this temporary meeting room, Tang Tang felt that the identity of the middle-aged man in front of him seemed to be no simple matter.

"Ms. Tang, I'm the deputy director of the National Security Bureau, Song Chengshu."

Tang Tang's heart was pounding, but she kept a calm expression on her face. After shaking hands, she nodded gently, "Hello, Director Song."

Fortunately, when she first appeared in the country, the system used its last bit of energy to help her clean up the mess and blurred some of the facts.

Otherwise, she would have been thoroughly investigated by the National Security Bureau by now.

"Please take a seat, Miss Tang. Would you like some tea?"

Chinese people seem to have a tradition of discussing things at the dinner table. Tang Tang laughed but responded readily, "Then I'll trouble you, Director Song."

She also worked as a tea artist for a period of time in her previous life.

But that was all after she lost weight in college. Although a tea artist is called a tea artist, not every tea artist has the exquisite skill of making tea.

Tang Tang was able to get in at that time because of her youth, fair skin, and clever personality.

However, as he worked in every field, Tang Tang simply mastered the skills, constantly learning on his own and sticking to the masters to study the techniques of brewing, washing and brewing tea.

Moreover, she took psychology courses in college, which makes her somewhat considerate.

As a result, her skills in brewing and tasting tea became better and better, and more and more people came to the teahouse to drink tea, especially women.

Tang Tang's entire working time was almost entirely occupied by beautiful women and wealthy women. He would make tea and comfort his female customers.

Later, a wealthy woman wanted to spend a lot of money to hire Tang Tang to work at her home, but Tang Tang refused.

She didn't like drinking tea very much, it was just a means of making a living. Moreover, she had been busy for so many years. Her only wish in her previous life was to have a small house of her own and live freely.

But the techniques of brewing and tasting tea have been retained.

She was wearing a moon-white, wide-sleeved modified cheongsam and a clear green jade bracelet on her wrist.

She looks clean and gentle, like a beautiful daughter from the Republic of China.

She sat opposite Director Song and took the tea bowl handed to her by Director Song. Her wide sleeves slipped down slightly, revealing a small part of her fair forearm and the bracelet.

"How's the tea?"

Tang Tang gently brought the teacup to his lips and took a sniff, he could feel the rich fragrance and a hint of astringency of the tea.

She gently blew away the mist, took a sip, and praised, "The soup is bright orange-yellow, with a rich aroma, like orchid, high and long-lasting."

She put it down, looked at the middle-aged man sitting in front of her, and smiled, "It must be Wuyi Dahongpao."

Song Chengshu was slightly surprised, then he looked at Tang Tang and sighed, "I didn't expect Miss Tang to have such a deep understanding of tea. It's not a small skill to know the name of tea by tasting its flavor."

Tang Tang shook his head and said modestly, "It's because the quality of this tea is too good. It should be the mother tree Da Hong Pao. The tea fragrance is too strong, even a layman can taste it."

This is real.

At present, the harvest of the mother tree Dahongpao has stopped, so all the tea has become of lost quality.

The real mother tree of Da Hong Pao grows on the Jiulong Stone Cliff in Wuyi Mountain. Not only is it dangerous to pick, but the growing conditions are also extremely tough, so its tea is fragrant and long-lasting.

At the same time, the output is extremely rare.

Just the small cup that Tang Tang drank just now, calculated by grams, is worth one or two thousand yuan.

"Good tea is served to good hospitality. I'm sure Miss Tang knows what I'm waiting for."

Song Chengshu seemed to remember something and said with a smile, "Miss Tang's reply amazed even one of my friends who is a great calligrapher."