The next letter: "Hello, I am Qiao Pu, presi* of Mili. In recognition of your tremendous achievements, we hereby award you an honorary citizenship medal, along with a one-percent stake in the Fidelity Investment Foundation."
"Your identity number is **********. With this number, you can obtain high-level clearance and register your identity at any Public Security Office."
"We sincerely hope that you will settle in Mili upon your return."
Zhang Ming's head filled with question marks. Did I just quietly emigrate without even knowing it?
The Fidelity Investment Foundation... sounds pretty loaded. How much is a one-percent stake worth?
But with his current worth, money meant nothing to him anyway...
The next letter.
"Dear Zhang, hello. I am Bill Niu Musk, the richest man in the world. The Human Breathing Technique has left me feeling wonderful. I would like to give you a lakeside estate."
"May you enjoy good health. I also hope to share a cup of coffee with you."
On second thought, though, the rich and powerful were all like this. It never hurt to become a familiar face.
Ever since they learned that Zhang Ming had begun crossing the Demon God's Sea, and could even use Gaia Consciousness to "make phone calls," political leaders from various countries had all begun sending letters!
Zhang Ming's influence among ordinary people was enormous. An individual with that kind of influence could change the course of history!
Moreover, Zhang Ming's combat strength was in a league of its own, with several empty tiers separating him from everyone else. These people had nothing to lose by using the Drifting Bottle to cozy up to him and offer a few well-wishes.
If Old Zhang returned, giving him some money in advance was no big deal. If he never returned, it was effectively the