Lone Wolf

After a busy day, he had finally managed to get through the New Year's Day round of receiving and seeing off visitors. But it wasn't over yet; there would be at least another full day of it on the second day of the New Year. It wasn't that the people coming on the second day respected him any less—it was precisely because they respected him too much. They hadn't been able to come on the first day because their status wasn't high enough to earn them a place in line.

Wang Yan's social circle was simply too vast, his reach extending into nearly every corner of the Shanghai Bund. From tycoons in every field and foreigners from every country, down to representatives of all kinds of workers—even the owners of the small restaurants he frequented—people had come early to stuff some hometown specialties into his hands.

They really had nothing much to give. They knew Wang Yan had no use for trifling gifts, so they gave whatever they had. It was the thought that counted. They hoped that in the new year, he would continue being the living Bodhisattva and God of Wealth who kept them safe and helped them prosper. After all, giving him a few gifts was far more effective than burning incense and praying at a temple.

To be honest, the people who truly hoped Wang Yan would stay healthy, live long, and avoid misfortune were these small and medium-sized restaurant owners. Only they were sincerely blessing him...

That evening, Wang Yan went out for dinner. Qi Si drove him to the garden villa, and Wang Yan sent him away afterward. He had already told Shi Changxing today to find a new driver. In a few days, the kid would be heading out to make his own