When Jiang Siming arrived, everyone's attention immediately focused on him.
"Hello, President Jiang. I'm Zhao Gang, chairman of Zhongshan Group."
"Greetings, President Jiang. I'm the chairman of Jiyuan Catering Group."
"President Jiang."
Everyone Jiang Siming approached immediately introduced themselves, hoping to make friends with him.
The least wealthy among them were all billionaires worth at least ten billion yuan. Anyone worth less than that would have been too embarrassed to speak.
To ordinary people, billionaires were already untouchable existences.
But tossed into this crowd, they were truly no different from beggars.
Anyone worth less than ten billion felt far too much pressure standing before Jiang Siming and simply lacked the confidence to open his mouth.
Everyone genuinely admired Jiang Siming. They were not wary of him because of some powerful background or backing.
Jiang Siming had built everything from scratch without relying on anyone. In just two years, he had established such an empire and achieved such accomplishments. There was no way they could refuse to acknowledge him.
Besides, Jiang Siming had numerous industries under his name. Wouldn't it be wonderful if they could become acquainted and work together?
Jiang Siming smiled and nodded at everyone's enthusiasm, but he did not stop to chat at length with anyone.
He had come to inspect the port today, not to make friends.
Moreover, if he stopped to chat with one person, many others would definitely crowd around and pester him. They would feel awkward if they did not say a few words.
Jiang Siming simply smiled and nodded at everyone around him as he passed through the crowd.
Young Master Wang followed behind, silently complaining. How can this guy treat all these people like ordinary folks? Come on, they're all billionaires worth at least ten billion yuan.
If it had been him,