The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 303 - Who the Hell Is This Person??

Xiao Luomu and his wife were seated on the sofa, both dressed to the nines. He was in a sharp suit, while she donned an elegant qipao. Xiao Ke'er had opted for a stylish dress today, sitting there with grace. The two elderly gentlemen were just as they always were—one in a traditional Tang suit, the other in a Zhongshan suit, both leaning on their canes, eyes closed, resting peacefully. Xiao Chen, however, was the only one fidgeting uncomfortably.

Why, you ask? Because he was hurting. Luomu, a former soldier, had caught Xiao Chen before he could get far and had given him a good thrashing. Now, everyone was sitting properly on the sofa, and he didn't dare do otherwise.

Finally, the clock struck ten in the morning. Old Master Tang glanced at the time.

“It's time to head out. If Mr. Su isn't awake yet, we'll wait for him at the door for a bit,” he announced.

“Sounds good,” came the collective response, and with a nod, they departed.

Their vehicle procession left the suburbs, an impressive fleet of black Rolls Royce Phantoms with a stretched Lincoln at its center. The sight was nothing short of magnificent.

Down the main road approached the motorcade, preceded by police officers on motorcycles clearing the path, followed by a police cruiser. The procession itself comprised eleven cars: five Rolls Royce Phantoms leading, the extended Lincoln in the middle, and another five Phantoms trailing. Flanked by police cars and motorcycles, the motorcade was a sight to behold, leaving bystanders in awe.

“Who could this VIP be?” some wondered aloud.

“With such a heavy police escort, could it be a high-ranking official?” others speculated.

“Can you believe such dignitaries are visiting our Eastsea?”

“Don't sell our city short. Eastsea is a top-tier city, after all,” were among the murmurs of the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today marks my first day in Eastsea City. I've heard there's an abundance of delectable food and exciting attractions here. Stay with me as we explore…” An exceptionally beautiful broadcaster was live-streaming at the roadside. Catching sight of the procession, she quickly aimed her camera at the unfolding scene.

“Which high-profile individual is this?” she pondered aloud.

“Rolls Royce Phantoms, no less?”

The early morning broadcast typically had a modest audience, but this spectacle immediately sparked a flurry of animated discussions among the viewers.

“Little Streamer, keep up and let's find out where they're headed.”

“Little Streamer, I'm sending you ten virtual gifts. Come on, keep up with them!”

“Right, I'm eager to see who's actually in that car.”

As Little Streamer noticed her live broadcast audience growing, she nodded emphatically.

“Don't worry!”

Without another word, Little Streamer strode purposefully to the side.

She then hopped on a shared bicycle.

Luckily, the abundance of traffic lights in the downtown area allowed her to just about keep pace with them.

Truth be told, the elders preferred not to fuss, otherwise, they would have had a clear path all the way.

They really didn't want to resort to a police escort, but it was a mandatory requirement.

Before long, the motorcade reached its destination.

As they emerged from their vehicles, they found the courtyard gate firmly closed.

“It looks like Mr. Su hasn't gotten up yet. Let's wait here for a bit. It's already past ten, he should be waking up shortly.”

“We need to show our sincerity.”

With the two venerable gentlemen remaining silent, no one else felt it was their place to speak.

The two seniors, leaning on their canes, were followed by a family of four who stood behind them with utmost respect.

Ten Rolls Royce Phantoms and a stretched Lincoln were parked along the curb, encircled by a contingent of police officers.

“What's going on here?”

“That elderly gentleman looks so familiar. I'm sure I've seen him on TV.”

“That's our esteemed traditional Chinese medicine expert, Mr. Qin Nanshan!”

“I've heard all his students are renowned doctors at the imperial court!”

“I recall this gentleman visiting before; it seems a young man resides here.”

“Yes, I've seen him too while passing by on my way to work.”

“That young man must be a servant; the real VIPs live in mansions!”

“Sounds about right!”

All around stood towering buildings, with many onlookers drawn to the spectacle.

Could it be they were waiting for someone?

Just then, Little Streamer arrived, pedaling her bicycle from afar.

She quickly parked and approached, phone in hand.

“What place is this?”

“I'm a local from Eastsea, and I can responsibly tell you all that this is the heart of Eastsea City!”

“Who are these dignitaries waiting for at the entrance?”

“Little Streamer, could you move a bit closer?”

“Little Streamer, stay strong!”

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room kept climbing.

What could it possibly mean to have such distinguished individuals waiting so patiently at the door?

It could only be because someone even more formidable resided within!

Might it be a retired official, perhaps?

After all, who else could afford to purchase land in the heart of the city to call home?

Everyone, both the viewers in the live broadcast room and the onlookers outside, watched with bated breath.