The next day.
The anniversary of Mrs. Zhan's passing stirred the entire news world, with industry magnates attending in droves to give face to Zhan Xiaohan.
It rained heavily that day.
Rows of black, luxurious sedans neatly parked outside the cemetery.
All major television stations broadcasted the event live.
Bodyguards holding black umbrellas, a group of middle-aged businessmen in suits and leather shoes attended with solemn faces.
The scene was severe, tinged with an aristocratic air, and countless reporters were turned away at the door.
Although they were there just to go through the motions, to place a bouquet of flowers, the fact that these billionaires took the time to commemorate the twenty-year-old Mrs. Zhan showed their sincerity to Zhan Xiaohan.
Conversely, Zhan Tingjun urged his business friends not to attend incessantly.
He wanted to embarrass Zhan Xiaohan, to show everyone who the real leader of the business world was now.