Wang Yan did not stay in the capital long before returning to his loyal Jinling.
The foreigner Lauwen did not leave either. He still spent his days acting like Monkey, accompanied by an interpreter as he learned about Jinling's strength.
At the Canton Fair, he had not had a clear understanding of the boundaries of Wang Yan's power.
But after arriving in Jinling, seeing the militia and police standing guard with rifles, the dense crowds in the streets, the bicycles, motorcycles, and tractors of every kind, the roaring factories, and the assembly lines clattering with the sound of silver, he more or less sensed one ten-thousandth of Wang Yan's power.
Before coming into contact with it, one's imagination was simply insufficient. Lauwen's tens of millions in assets were not even enough to make him stand out in Los Angeles, let alone California or the entire United States.
Jinling had a population of more than two hundred thousand. From birth to death, every stage of their lives was in Wang Yan's hands. Lauwen only felt that it was incredibly impressive; he had no clearer understanding of it, and he never would in his lifetime.
At the same time, though, he felt a little afraid. If he really cheated Jinling out of its money, he likely would not even be able to die a good death. Even across the ocean, he would find it hard to escape such a fate.
Every Jinling person he encountered possessed fierce confidence and carried themselves with a tough, valiant air. He had no doubt that if he cheated them out of money, Jinling people would cross the ocean, find him, and make him wish he were dead.
He had even less doubt that Jinling had the ability to find him. After all, money could make the