The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Keeping in a good mood after drawing the lottery, Tang Tang felt that his consumption motivation had increased a lot.

Tang Tang’s goal this time was very clear, which was to buy everything he needed.

Although it is not impossible to have those stores delivered to the villa, it is still more enjoyable to go shopping and spend money by yourself.

After entering the mall, Tang Tang first went to buy an ice cream. The bowl of ice cream cost a little over 180 yuan and contained three balls of different colors, namely original milk flavor, mango flavor, and pistachio flavor.

There is also a chocolate shop next to it, with a string of Italian words written in a very free and unrestrained handwriting.

For Tang Tang, who had just purchased Italian proficiency and successfully became the future heir of the first family of the Italian Mafia, this string of Italian words actually sounded somewhat familiar.

Moreover, the mellow and tempting smell of chocolate wafted from the store, tempting Tang Tang to keep turning his feet inside.

"Hello, welcome to Amedei."

There are nearly a dozen employees in this fairly large store, and an old man with white hair and a white beard who is strumming an old guitar is the store manager.

Tang Tang thought for a moment and greeted him in Italian.

The old man looked back in surprise and then greeted in Italian.

As Italian is a language far less popular than English, many people hardly know it.

So after hearing the conversation between Tang Tang and the old man, many customers looked at them sideways.

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

Plus, this store is a genuine Italian brand, so most people knew that the two were speaking Italian.

Tang Tang's pronunciation was authentic and fluent, and he even mixed in a lot of local slang.

The old man looked at Tang Tang with shining eyes and asked her name, "Oh, my God, my dear angel, can I know your name?"

"Of course," Tang Tang smiled, "Nikoletta Tang Newkman."

"…Newman?"

The old man's eyes widened slightly, and there was a complicated look in his eyes behind the round glasses. He looked at the graceful Tang Tang in front of him, and finally his gaze fell on her clear and translucent purple eyes.

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

Tang Tang shrugged helplessly, "Sorry."

"No, I want to apologize."

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

When he stood up completely, Tang Tang discovered that this tall old man actually had a lame leg.

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

Tang Tang still had a smile on his face, but he just raised his eyebrows and did not directly answer the old man's question, "Maybe I just want to buy chocolate from you."

An heir to an Italian mafia family traveled all the way from Italy to China just to buy an Italian brand of chocolate in a shopping mall in China?

Tang Tang was so obviously perfunctory even when he was just being perfunctory to others.

The old man didn't say anything, just shook his head, then he leaned on his blocked cane, stood up and slowly left.

Without leaving a word.

All the conversations between them were in Italian, which almost no one could understand.

Most people only saw her talking to the old man fluently and casually in an unfamiliar language for a few minutes, and then the old man slowly left.

As soon as he put a cross on it, Tang Tang’s interest in chocolate was no longer that strong.

Because now she had a stronger interest in her heart.

When the old man heard the last name Newkman, he was obviously quite shocked, and even his eyes were complicated and indescribable, as if there were quite a lot of stories behind it that could be dug deeper.

However, this matter was put aside for the time being. Tang Quan wrote it down and said that he would go back and continue to investigate it later.

Tang Tang nodded, "It just so happens that I don't like the tableware in the villa. I heard that Guomao can customize it. Let's go and have a look."

After much thought, it is better to customize everything.

The shop was not small, but Tang Tang could see from afar that it was quite deserted with almost no people inside.

When the clerk saw Tang Tang and his group, he quickly walked over and said, "Welcome, what can I do for you, sir?"

"We have finished products in our store, and we also accept custom-made services. If you need me to introduce them to you, I can accompany you to browse the finished products."

“If you don’t like having service people around you, you’re free to move around.”

"Customized," Tang Tang looked in amazement at a display cabinet protected behind glass. On the display cabinet were more than 10, almost a complete set of tableware.

The tableware is like a lotus blossoming in the early morning, seemingly real and illusory. With the slightly transparent gradient material, it looks quite dreamy and beautiful.

"We accept custom drawings or our designers can customize the base map according to your needs," the clerk smiled cheerfully, "as long as the money is in place, we can customize anything for you."

Tang Tang first made some serious requests.

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

"More than a hundred sets?" The clerk's eyes widened slightly, and he said in disbelief, "Miss, our full set of custom tableware is actually just the simplest, and the price is about 3000."

One hundred sets would be 30.

"Not a simple one," Tang Tang didn't care about the price at all, "I want various 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."

She really loves Monet! !

Especially those representative works of Monet.

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

His colors are either soft or grayish-gorgeous, creating quite gorgeous and bizarre pictures under extreme light and shadow.

It makes people immersed in that confused dream at first sight.

Tang Tang was in such a good mood when she thought that all the tableware she would use in the future would be inspired by her favorite world famous paintings.

But after talking about serious things, she started talking about non-serious things.

Tang Tang touched his chin and gave Tang Xiao a look, "Pay the deposit first."

Then she coughed lightly, "I have some special patterns to customize."

When the clerk heard this, he looked at Tang Tang with an awkward but polite smile. After hesitating for a long time, he finally said in a dilemma, "Miss... it's too special. We may..."