Mr. An Nan's Exhibition Hall opened as scheduled, along with the reputation that his wife kept him under her thumb.
After all, in these times, he had vaguely taken control of the household and its operations, and had even named the Exhibition Hall after himself, naturally drawing some criticism. Uh, he had become even more famous, in every sense of the word. After all, such "interesting stories" always grew wings.
Along with his household's far-reaching fame, the Maple Leaf Series products made by their Factory sold even better.
Who wouldn't like a generous fool with money to throw around, especially when his family genuinely had businesses?
As a result, he naturally received plenty of friendly treatment and invitations from the local upper class.
"Did you hear? The mayor's husband invited him to a dinner, and he donated a thousand Karton in one go. A thousand!"
"...Too rich. I heard he has at least six Factories back on his Homeworld, with at least several hundred people working for him. And over here, he's already built two Factories."
"Heh, just look at his Exhibition Hall. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
The rather famous "Mr. An Nan" was doing quite well in business, but his flagship project—the museum that served as his calling card—ran into some trouble.
"...Only three people came today."
"Didn't we make it free? Why is no one coming?"
"What would they come for? To see Mr. An Nan's third-rate poetry, or those rusted old 'Peace Officers' in the exhibition hall that are too old to move? Or perhaps the gorillas in the animal exhibit? That most eye-catching gorilla has been in the local Zoo for at least ten years. The locals must be sick of seeing it by now."
"...There was nothing to be done about that. An exhibition hall needs