Chapter 62

On February 27th, Wang Liangming's family returned to the capital in three private jets.

Wang Liangming and Yu Suting took their own private jet, Wang Zixuan took a temporary private jet he had bought, and Wang Zihao, Liu Lin, and Wang Ke's family of three took their own private jet.

The super jet and yacht that Wang Zixuan had custom-ordered still needed some time, so this one was just a temporary purchase.

Behind Wang Zixuan, Wang Zihao also custom-ordered a luxury private jet.

Wang Liangming, who had always been low-key, seemed even more so after being overshadowed by Wang Zixuan, and did not order a private jet.

Why three jets?

Money talks!

Actually, it was to prevent any accidents, to avoid a whole family dying in a plane crash.

Just like many international companies prohibit their executives from traveling on the same plane.

Last time, when Wang Liangming's family flew from the capital to Sanya in one private jet, the British butler strongly protested.

This time, both Wang Zixuan and Wang Zihao bought private jets.

Wang Liangming didn't care about being too high-profile and directly formed a flight formation to return.

Wang Zixuan was already high-profile enough.

What's wrong with donating 100 billion and having the family travel in three jets?

Wang Liangming was very appreciative of Wang Zixuan's generous donations.

Whether it's 400 billion or 300 billion, it doesn't make much difference.

It's all money they can't spend anyway.

He didn't know that in Wang Zixuan's plan, this money wasn't enough.

If Wang Zixuan hadn't made such large donations, even if he was handsome and talented, he wouldn't be as popular as he is now.

Envy, jealousy, and resentment are human nature.

Others might earn a few million in a lifetime, but you made several billion in a few months?

Rags to riches, super rags to riches.

Investigate him, investigate his father, there must be something dirty.

But Wang Zixuan, from the beginning, earned money while donating, and although he did it more intensely than any other rags-to-riches story, the world was full of praise.

Reincarnation of the God of Wealth, reincarnation of the Money Spreader, National Husband...

The number of people who went crazy for Wang Zixuan is countless.

Wang Liangming knew this, but why didn't he do it?

First, knowing and being willing to give are two different things. He understood that donating money had benefits, and he had donated a lot in the past, but he couldn't bring himself to make large donations.

Second, he didn't have Wang Zixuan's ability to earn money like it was falling from the sky. If he were too high-profile, he would attract endless requests for help, and his money would eventually run out.

Even if he had saved a thousand people before, refusing one person in the future could make him be called heartless and unwilling to help.

It's hard to open the door to charity, which is why some billionaires are hesitant to be too high-profile in their charitable activities.

Wang Zixuan, however, wasn't afraid of this problem. First, his earning speed matched his donation speed, and second, his popularity was high enough that his influence over public opinion was far beyond that of ordinary billionaires. Even without him speaking, countless fans would explain for him.

The three jets landed one after another, and Wang Liangming's family, protected by over thirty bodyguards, walked out of the VIP lounge.

Outside, a grand fleet of cars was already waiting, with Wang Liangming's extended Rolls-Royce in the middle, flanked by Mercedes-Benzes, totaling fifteen cars.

This was the kind of reception a visiting leader would get.

Many passersby, seeing this spectacle, couldn't help but take out their phones to take pictures, but it was impossible to capture the entire fleet in one shot.

Over a hundred journalists were also waiting nearby, eager to catch a glimpse of Wang Zixuan's family, who had just completed a one-day tour as the world's richest person.

"They're out."

"They're out."

When a group of bodyguards in black suits emerged, the hundred journalists immediately went into a frenzy, rushing forward.

The bodyguards, prepared for this, formed a line and tried to hold back the journalists, but under the pressure of over a hundred people, they were struggling to hold their ground.

Seeing Wang Liangming, Yu Suting, and the others come out, the journalists immediately started shouting their questions.

"Mr. Wang Zixuan, may I ask..."

"Mr. Wang..."

...

Wang Liangming's family had already been informed by the people picking them up that there were many journalists. Not only were they blocked by journalists in the capital, but for the past two days in Sanya, they had been pursued by journalists from all over the world.

Many journalists had even disguised themselves, trying every possible way to infiltrate the Wang family, but the Wang family's security was tight, preventing them from getting any closer.

Although the bodyguards kept the journalists from getting close to Wang Liangming and his family, they were also blocked by the journalists, making it impossible for Wang Liangming and the others to leave.

Seeing that they couldn't leave, Wang Liangming looked back at Wang Zixuan.

"I'll give it a try."

Wang Zixuan, with a warm and charming smile, walked to the front, waved his hand, and said, "Everyone, please calm down."

Wang Zixuan's hand seemed to have a magical effect, and the frenzied journalists immediately quieted down.

Wang Liangming, Yu Suting, and the others all secretly gave a thumbs up.

This is what it means to be a true winner in life.

Money, reputation, and charm, he has it all.

The bodyguards blocking the journalists also breathed a sigh of relief but didn't dare to let their guard down, in case the journalists broke through.

Wang Zixuan, seeing that everyone had calmed down, smiled and said, "As usual, I'll answer one question. On March 1st, I will hold a press conference for the establishment of Wangzi Technology at the Huaxia Grand Hotel. Those interested can come to the Huaxia Grand Hotel."

The journalists all nodded and raised their hands high, hoping to be the lucky one.

This was the tacit agreement between Wang Zixuan and the journalists. He would answer one question to give them something to report, but the journalists couldn't be too demanding, or he could simply leave with the bodyguards, or even blacklist the media of the leading journalist.

Wang Zixuan saw a journalist jumping up and down in the crowd and smiled, "Let's go with the jumping friend."

The other journalists immediately looked enviously at their colleague, who was jumping so hard he was out of breath. If they had known, they would have jumped too, as they had been waiting for this moment all along.

The journalist, seeing himself as the lucky one, looked delighted, took a deep breath, and panted, "I am a reporter from Huaxia Entertainment Weekly. May I ask what song you will perform at the Peak Night?"

Wang Zixuan smiled and said, "The song title is temporarily confidential, but the lyrics, music, and dance are all my work. I hope everyone will like it."

After saying this, he nodded to the journalists and smiled, "Thank you."

The journalists understood Wang Zixuan's meaning and stepped back to the sides.

Although this news wasn't directly related to Wang Zixuan's one-day tour as the world's richest person, the fact that he had created the lyrics, music, and dance for his performance at the Peak Night was still a big scoop.

Is he really that versatile?

A super genius in the capital markets.

The designer of a hit show that sold to dozens of countries.

Now he's creating his own lyrics, music, and dance.

Can he be any more amazing?

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