The crowd quickly reached the wealthy area of the slum, where the first batch of people who reaped the industrial dividends and had achieved entrepreneurial success resided.
After getting a taste of the industrial benefits, they took roots in the industrial market, unafraid of any difficulties that lay ahead.
Their factories moved from industrial parks to their hometowns; despite the harsh living conditions, they survived.
"Is that really His Majesty Mikhail!" An old man with a group of thugs walked out of the manor, still in disbelief after hearing reports from his subordinates.
The dignified His Majesty Mikhail actually visiting the slum, such a degrading act was indeed puzzling.
"I...I mean no harm! You all go back to the manor!" The old man signaled his subordinates to leave upon seeing the other party's gun muzzle.
Zhu Wencong looked at the old man with great interest, truly a parvenu with his thick gold necklace and rings.
