A pitiful Bai Tang never thought that five years after her mother passed away and her scumbag father ran off, leaving her to live alone, a great gift would fall upon her head. Who said pies don'...
Chapter 315 New Year Gifts
"Big Head~, Big Head!" The first thing Song Tang did when she returned to the Perfume Bay Seaview Villa was to look for Song Big Head. She seldom called Song Big Head by his last name in front of the servants.
Don't ask, asking is just to save face. Of course, sometimes I just say it when it's easy to say, so everyone knows that Big Head's last name is Song...
Seeing the young lady getting out of the car and heading straight for the villa happily, the others who came back with her, as well as those who came out of the villa to greet her, all looked at each other silently.
Everyone was greeted with loneliness. Before everyone who was standing in an orderly manner could say hello, a gust of wind blew and the young lady disappeared. All that was left was the sound of calling for the kitten coming from the villa behind them.
"Okay, okay, don't just stand there. The young lady has run back to the house, hurry up and take her things back." The villa's butler Deng Mingli said with a smile.
The others also reacted and rushed to the car, carefully picked up the lady's things and ran back.
Song Tang had already run away, so it would be bad for them to just stand there. They had to run slower if they were holding things, as everything in their arms was very valuable, and it would be embarrassing if they dropped it.
Especially the two people who were holding boxes of jewelry and toiletries, they didn't dare to run and just walked steadily.
"Brother Wei, you guys go park the car too." Seeing that all the things in the car had been moved back, Zhao Rui, who had come back, said to Wei Wu and the others with a smile.
Wei Wu nodded. The two girls, Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui, had known each other since they came to Song Tang, and they were now very familiar with each other.
After not finding Song Dabo's cat in the front yard or indoors, Song Tang ran towards the backyard. As expected, he saw Song Dabo as soon as he entered the backyard.
It’s no wonder that Song Dabo didn’t hear Song Tang’s call. It’s just that Song Tang’s villa is too big, and communication between the front yard and the back yard basically relies on intercoms, or one has to go there in person.
At this time, the gardener in the backyard was pruning and arranging the flower pots, and Song Dabo was messing with him. He jumped between the flower pots, and occasionally he would slap a flower that he didn't like.
The gardener was not annoyed. He was just busy with his own work, occasionally looking up and smiling at the naughty kitten.
There's no way. Everyone in this villa knows that this orange kitten is the young lady's favorite.
Not to mention that it dug up those valuable potted flowers, even if it dug the flowers out of the pots, no one would dare to say anything.
Looking at Song Datou who looked like a mountain king, Song Tang couldn't help laughing. As this little guy grew bigger, he became more and more naughty.
"Big Head! You're causing trouble again, be careful or I'll punish you." Song Tang squatted at the door of the back hall and watched for a while. Seeing that Song Big Head was about to attack a pot of flowers that the gardener had just taken care of, he called out to him helplessly.
As soon as Song Tang's familiar voice sounded, Song Da's evil movements suddenly froze, and then he turned his head sharply to look.
After seeing that the person squatting at the door was the poop scooper he had been thinking about, Song Dabo meowed happily and ran towards Song Tang quickly.
"Good morning, miss. You're back." The gardener also stood up immediately and bowed slightly to Song Tang to greet her.
Song Tang nodded to the gardener who greeted her, but before he could say anything, he hurriedly caught Song Tang's head that jumped into the air.
"Meow~?"
Looking at the big Song in his arms, he tilted his head and meowed at him, as if asking why he took so long to come back.
"You little thing, I'm back." Song Tang rubbed the kitten's head and said with a smile. "You are getting heavier and heavier. If you grow bigger, I won't be able to hold you."
Looking at Song Tang's back as he walked away holding Song Da's head and muttering to himself, the gardener smiled slightly, turned around and continued to do his own thing.
The little naughty cat was taken away by the young lady. Without someone to make trouble around, the cat felt a little uncomfortable for a while.
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After lunch break, Song Tang once again lazily lay on her large terrace to enjoy the sea breeze. Beside her was Song Datou, who had not left her side since she came back.
"Miss, we have almost prepared everything for the New Year. Here is the list. Please take a look." Butler Deng tiptoed to Song Tang's side. After seeing that Song Tang was not asleep, he handed over the things in his hand.
Song Tang picked up the list handed over by Butler Deng and took a look at it. Butler Deng next to him continued, "The annual gifts and benefits you arranged earlier are also ready."
"The New Year gifts from other places have been sent out to the address you gave. The gifts from Kyoto have also been notified to Siheyuan to prepare for receipt. As for us, we are waiting for you to distribute them in person during the New Year."
That's right, Song Tang gave Butler Deng a task before he went out this time. Because they were planning to spend the New Year in Qiongzhou Island this year, Song Tang asked them to prepare mostly local specialties.
Almost all of Song Tang's friends and elders from his hometown in Urumqi were there, not one was left out. Neighbors, teachers, principals, and Mr. Lu and President Li of Shenmei were all there.
The first New Year after Song Tang became rich, of course he wanted to share it with everyone, and the New Year gifts were especially generous. Regardless of whether it was for gratitude or friendship, Song Tang did everything perfectly.
Of course, her three roommates were also given a gift package of Qiongzhou Island specialties from Song Tang.
The ones in Kyoto were naturally received by the people who stayed behind in Siheyuan. At that time, they would not only be responsible for distributing them to all the people who worked for Song Tang in Kyoto, but also to Shen Aojun and other friends of Song Tang in Kyoto.
"It's almost done. This is good enough." After Song Tang looked over everything, he handed the list back to Butler Deng who was standing aside.
"Have you prepared all the cash? When the New Year's red envelopes are ready, tell Kyoto to also seal the cash red envelopes. Just make sure they are at the same level as here."
After hearing Song Tang's question, Butler Deng responded hastily: "Everything is ready. I will follow your instructions. After I called the Qiongzhou Island Commercial Bank, the manager of the other party personally delivered the cash that afternoon. All of them are the latest serial numbers."
As Butler Deng spoke, he was impressed that his young lady was really amazing. It was the first time he saw the manager of the other party's business personally escort the cash to him after he made a phone call.
That scene and the polite attitude of the business manager at that time stunned Butler Deng and a group of servants and security guards who went out to greet them.
"That's good. Give each of you a red envelope of 50,000 yuan. You all left your family behind to stay here with me for the New Year and take care of me. Don't be so stingy."
"Don't worry about your own affairs for now. Come with Butler Zhou, Zhao Qi, Zhao Rui, Wei Wu and the others during the Chinese New Year. I will seal the title then."
Song Tang said softly while stroking Song Da's head while lying on the recliner, and housekeeper Deng nodded in agreement. If other families' nannies and servants were to know about their young lady's attitude towards servants, they would be jealous.
What he didn't know was that at that time, there were actually quite a few people in the Kyoto SKP shopping mall asking how they could get a job for Miss Song.