"Thank you all, citizens, for coming to the honorary award ceremony for my wife and me. Every brother and sister here is showing me, An Nan, some respect."
At the glorious award ceremony, Mr. An Nan, who had come from "the countryside," stood on the stage giving a speech, yet he did not spout the usual empty platitudes of "thanking so-and-so."
"Thank you all for coming. Remember to collect your complimentary gifts before you leave. Oh, and with today's attendance certificate, you can also enjoy a ten-percent discount on all purchases at my businesses for the next three months!"
The valuable gifts, coupled with long-term discounts, were practically "cash giveaways."
No wonder that in the citizens' word of mouth, "the super-popular Mr. An Nan" had gradually become "the irresistible Mr. An Nan."
Having witnessed the power of money, the atmosphere immediately became fervent and boisterous.
People kept shouting Mr. An Nan's name, leaving Ms. Martha and the mayor at his side rather embarrassed. It seemed they had been destined to be ignored from the start.
Perhaps if Mr. An Nan shouted, "I want to run for mayor," on this occasion, even though it was completely against the rules, someone would probably step forward and chop off the mayor's bird head for him.
"He's incredible. It hasn't even been two months, and he's gone from being an outsider to the most prestigious figure in this city."
And the fanatics were not limited to the Featherfolk.
"Treating everyone equally" was also one of Mr. An Nan's trademarks. Among his supporters, those unlucky fellows from the Refugee Camp could be considered the backbone.
Now, these people were busy serving the ceremony in every capacity. Some worked as security guards, some as laborers, and there were even Law Decree-level extraordinary individuals obediently working as