The title of Asian Richest Man truly commanded far more attention than labels like Huayi Board Director, Yinghuan Boss, or singer.
Coupled with how young Jiang Siming was, it was hard for his topic popularity not to soar.
He was already a self-made Asian Richest Man at twenty-six; what were they doing at twenty-six?
They could not help but feel ashamed just thinking about it.
Reba accompanied Jiang Siming as he made his appearance.
Although Lin Yun'er had been exposed as Jiang Siming's girlfriend, Reba remained the ideal partner for Jiang Siming most favored by Chinese audiences.
After all, the two were a golden boy and jade girl who matched each other perfectly.
Besides, Jiang Siming was not married, and it was quite normal in modern society for the richest man to have a few girlfriends.
Tycoons over in Hong Kong even married multiple wives; needless to say, they had money.
Jiang Siming wore a crisp black suit, while Reba wore a fitting white evening gown. The two of them formed a black-and-white contrast—one handsome, the other stunning—a match made in heaven!
No wonder these reporters were taking pictures with such effort.
Even if Jiang Siming was not the richest man, his looks alone were worth preserving in their cameras.
Holding Jiang Siming's arm, Reba walked down the red carpet with a full smile, whispering to Jiang Siming on the side.
Darling, did you know? The newest rankings for the Global 100 Most Handsome Faces magazine have been updated, and you are in first place. The magazine even wants to invite you to accept the award.
Jiang Siming rolled his eyes upon hearing this, refusing without a second thought.
He was handsome, and he did not need awards to prove it.
Besides, where would he find the time.
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