The German engineers had not yet arrived, but the Spring Festival was approaching. 

Xia Lei and Shentu Tianyin’s wedding ceremony had not taken place yet, but the media channels were already cooking up a storm in news. The bride was China’s wealthiest woman, the queen of Vientaine Group, and the groom was China’s Father of Rifles, the director of Thunder Horse Military Factory, the arms industry’s dark horse, and the hero of millions of Chinese. The media would not let up on the wedding of two figures of society such as these.  

It was not just the upcoming wedding. Xia Lei’s childhood had also been dug up — which primary school he went to, which secondary school he went to, and what jobs he did on construction sites. All these things of the past had been almost-forgotten by Xia Lei himself, but those reporters dug it all out, and added their versions to newspapers as well as on the internet. 

After these stories were published, the people then found out that Xia Lei had been born a regular, poor boy who had to give up on studying in Jingdu University for the sake of raising his younger sister. However, in a short span of two, three years, he had risen fast in the world,...