The reason they had come to Liaoning was that Tang Ru's grandmother was turning ninety.
Tang Ru had not begged Jiang Siming to come. Old Jiang had volunteered himself.
A ninetieth birthday was no ordinary birthday, especially when it was for one's grandmother. Jiang Siming had made a special trip since he had nothing else to do.
Besides, Tang Song had brought his wife along, and Jiang Siming could not bear to let Tang Ru return home all alone.
This was Tang Song's first time riding Jiang Siming's private jet. Along the way, he acted like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, constantly marveling at the extravagant life of Jiang Siming the capitalist.
Although he was a company president himself, he would never be able to afford this private jet worth several billion yuan, even if he were beaten to death.
Buying the cheapest plane would have been difficult enough, and even if he bought one, he could not afford to maintain it.
The luxury of Jiang Siming's private jet was something fewer than twenty people in the world possessed.
It really was infuriating to compare oneself to others.
Still, Tang Song was delighted inside. Having the World's Richest Man as his brother-in-law meant that at the very least, his sister's future life would be one of luxury and comfort.
The plane arrived in Shenyang, Liaoning. It was also the provincial capital of Liaoning.
Shenyang had once been called Fengtian. Compared with the name Shenyang, Jiang Siming preferred the former. It sounded much more imposing.
Who knew what the people who changed the names had been thinking? Many cities in China had once had incredibly elegant names, only to end up sounding tacky after being renamed.
Zaozhuang had once been called Lanling. Now, whenever he saw the television series