These days, Fengzheng's family had transformed from an impoverished household in an ordinary small town into the focus of the entire town—and even the whole city.
Knowing that Jiang Siming was coming, nearly everyone in town, young and old, men and women, had gathered on the road outside Fengzheng's home, craning their necks in anticipation.
After all, the chance to see the World's Richest Man might come only once in their lifetimes. Naturally, everyone wanted to come over and get a good look at what this legendary man really looked like.
In Shanghai or his hometown, Nantian Town, things were still manageable. One was where Jiang Siming lived and a first-tier city, while the other was Jiang Siming's hometown, which he had returned to many times. The villagers had already grown accustomed to him.
But in an unfamiliar small city, this was unprecedented.
When more than a dozen luxury cars drove into this backward little town, the shock they brought to the townspeople was truly unparalleled.
Limited-edition Rolls-Royces and customized Maybachs—any one of these cars was worth several years of the town's GDP.
When had everyone ever seen luxury cars like these? Even if they had, it had only been on television.
The wealthiest household in town had no more than a small BMW.
Jiang Siming, his wife, and their daughters were all seated in one car. The other cars were driven by the household's robots, who also doubled as bodyguards.
The reason he was being so high-profile was mainly to let the people from Fengzheng's hometown know that he valued her greatly.
It would also spare Fengzheng's family from gossip.
So this time, Jiang Siming had gone all out for his visit to his wife's family for the New Year.
As the car drove into town, Fengzheng looked both