The autumn air was crisp, and the mist over the lake was vast and boundless.
At Wujiang Pier, as usual, it was bustling with activity.
However, near the river exit, a young man stood at the forefront, his figure tall and straight like a javelin, his expression calm, exuding an air of composure and confidence.
Behind the young man was a group of individuals dressed in various attires, all with imposing presences, yet each one showing a respectful demeanor.
Dozens of people stood together in silence, naturally instilling a sense of fear in onlookers.
"Who is this person? So impressive."
"Looks unfamiliar, but those standing behind him are not ordinary people, probably from a wealthy family?"
Not far away, a few people were quietly discussing, guessing the young man's identity.
"A wealthy family's child? Do you know who stands behind him?
That man with the goatee is Qian Hao, one of the rare brokerage managers in Wujiang County.
