The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Tang Tang didn't react, and blinked, "It's a bit special, most people probably wouldn't do it."

The salesperson was shocked when he heard this and said hurriedly, "Miss, we can't do anything that doesn't conform to the core values ​​of socialism."

He said seriously, "Everyone has the responsibility to maintain the Qingming environment."

Tang Tang twitched his lips slightly in silence, "I mean I want to order some grains of anime characters."

"Ah..." The salesperson smiled calmly, "You really have good taste, but we have never encountered such an order before."

Tang Tang also knew that after all, a set of tableware cost several thousand yuan, and except for the really powerful otakus, other people probably wouldn't paint any patterns on the plates.

But right.

Is Tang Tang an ordinary person?

Absolutely not.

Although it cannot be considered a heavy 2D drama, who can resist a 2D character with a perfect personality and a strong sense of style?

When she got excited, she suddenly changed her mind.

Snapping his fingers loudly, Tang Tang looked at the salesman with great interest, just like the client who had wild imagination and no common sense in his mind. "In addition to my OC and my boyfriend, I also want to print the portraits of all my good friends on it."

Aha!

How interesting.

Next time a friend comes to visit, give him a set of tableware with his portrait printed on it.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

One word, absolutely.

But she had actually thought about it before. The Newkman family has its own family emblem. If Tang Tang is planning to form his own power, shouldn't he also create an emblem pattern that belongs only to him?

But she had no idea at the moment, so she did not take any action.

Moreover, as a pattern that represents herself, she doesn't want to rely on others for the time being.

Tang Tang planned to see if he could win some design skills from the system's lottery after a while, and then he could get them for free.

If it doesn't work out in the end, she'll just spend money!

Back to the topic, now is her DIY time.

"Hmm, let me think about what to decide."

"Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie, Xiaohua, Blind Man... uh... Fatty and Yuncai, Pan Zi and... uh, Pan Zi and Brother Xiaoman."

"Gojo Satoru."

"Sebastian."

"Charles."

"Kuran Zero."

"Kiryu Zero."

"Kaneme Madoka, and that white piece of shit, let me pierce your heart with thousands of arrows."

"And... Tsukuyome Jito."

"Bawei and the fox god double incandescence."

Tang Tang smacked his lips unconsciously, "And gin."

"Shouho-sama, Munakata Reiji, and Tadara."

"Natsume Takashi."

"..."

Tang Tang read out all his favorite characters from beginning to end. The sales guy lowered his head and took notes with a pen and notebook, almost getting cramps in his hands.

Tang Tang hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you use your phone to record?"

When the sales guy heard this question, he fell silent for a moment.

Ah this

He finally tried to save face, "because some customers might not like using a cellphone to record a video."

Tang Tang nodded, "Okay, I believe it."

Finally, the salesman did some calculations and said, "Because the patterns you specified are all relatively complex and colorful, the highest price for customization is 2 yuan per set."

"You have currently ordered 67 sets of tableware, spending 134 million yuan."

Tsk tsk.

134 million, this is much more expensive than any Hermès plate.

After paying the deposit, Tang Tang happily left with his people.

Before leaving, the sales guy gave me a set of flower-themed tea sets.

The different flowers are all delicate and beautiful, and are quite similar to the flower cups that Tang Tang had bought at an auction in Italy before.

When the time comes, they can be put together to form a complete set of tea sets.

After leaving the shop, Tang Tang started to stroll around.

There happened to be a Dior store next door, so she stepped in.

But after entering, I felt quite unhappy.

The clerk in this shop seemed to have his eyes in the sky. He just stood behind the counter, either leaning on the counter or supporting his waist, chatting in small bits and pieces and laughing subtly from time to time.

"Welcome to Dior."

Seeing Tang Tang walk in, a salesperson with a great figure, slim waist and long legs greeted Tang Tang with a standard smile on his face but without moving his feet as he stood behind the counter.

Another salesperson next to her, with slightly curly hair and bright red lipstick, quickly looked Tang Tang up and down in silence.

But today Tang Tang didn’t have a backpack at all, nor was she wearing any clothes with obvious brand logos.

The dress she is wearing is made of excellent material, and its cut and design are both excellent, but it is not a new product from any luxury brand.

But before moving in, the system discovered that Tang Tang didn't have any clothes in the house, so it randomly added some clothes to her closet.

This simple yet elegant dress is the work of the system.

After she finished looking around, she looked at Tang Tang's young and energetic face with a bit of jealousy, then she pulled the corners of her mouth and perfunctorily said welcome.

Tang Tang had already walked three or four meters into the store. She stopped and frowned at the salesgirls who were completely unwilling to take a few steps.

"What does your expression mean?"

She didn't say anything radical, she was just like a lotus blossoming from the water, with a restrained yet radiant temperament.

It seemed like it was the first time that the salesgirl encountered such an unconventional customer. The salesgirl, who was rarely questioned, put away her arms that were supporting the table legs, twisted her stiff ankle impatiently, put on a business smile on her face, and spoke in a perfunctory manner.

It's just that they sold too many luxury goods and really regarded themselves as luxury goods. The salesgirl with permed hair showed an unhappy smile on her face and forced an excuse, "Miss, what do you mean? All Dior employees regard customers as God, and we have no other meaning."

It sounded very polite, but Tang Tang actually felt uncomfortable listening to it.

Just as the employee finished speaking, several people who went out to act separately and were called by Tang Tang to buy various foods for her also came in one after another.

But as soon as I came in, the atmosphere in the store was quite subtle and awkward.

Customers who were originally resting in the store or preparing to try on clothes, saw this little conflict and they couldn't wait to move their stools over to join in the fun.

Others stood far away in various corners, looking back furtively, or picked up their mobile phones and started typing.

Of course, it's the silent kind.

Tang Tang just glanced coldly at these salesgirls who were trying to cover up their crimes and didn't pay any more attention to them.