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Meanwhile, Ma Kang has already arrived in Shanghai.

After checking into the Caesars Hotel, the accompanying staff began to pack their luggage and arrange the next part of the itinerary.

The secretary approached him with the documents and reported in a low voice, "Sir, the hotel has prepared a penthouse suite for you, and bodyguards have been arranged in the adjacent room."

"Over the next few days, you can proceed with your planned visits to several companies in Shanghai."

Ma Kang nodded, but did not immediately take the documents: "I'm going out for a walk."

The secretary hesitated for a moment: "Now?"

"Um."

"Not going to rest for a while? Then... do you need me to arrange a car?"

"Need not."

Ma Kang waved his hand: "I'm just taking a walk nearby, I don't need so many people following me."

The secretary hesitated for a moment.

Although Ma Kang is over sixty years old, he has always maintained a regular lifestyle.

However, due to his special status and net worth of up to two hundred billion US dollars, he is usually accompanied by bodyguards when he goes out.

Ma Kang doesn't like being surrounded by people.

His visit to Daxia was ostensibly to inspect potential partners for his charitable foundation, but he also wanted to see Shanghai for himself.

More importantly, he wanted to connect with ordinary people.

The 30 billion yuan charitable fund is not for show.

If this money were given to an entrepreneur who only pursues profit, probably less than half of it would end up in the hands of impoverished families.

Ma Kang has helped many impoverished areas over the years.

He personally traveled to remote mountainous areas, saw families who were ruined by a serious illness, and witnessed many children forced to leave school early due to lack of tuition fees.

Having witnessed such hardship firsthand, he was unwilling to treat charity as a form of corporate publicity.

"You should bring at least one bodyguard."

The secretary was still uneasy, thinking about the incident of the Sun family kicking people out.

Ma Kang glanced at him: "I'm just going for a walk on the Bund, not to any dangerous place."

"But given your status..."

"My identity does not represent everyone."

Ma Kang straightened his dark coat and said calmly, "If an elderly person walking alone on the street needs a group of people to protect them, then who can ordinary people rely on when they encounter danger?"

The secretary opened her mouth, but ultimately did not try to persuade her further.

Ma Kang left the Caesars Hotel and walked alone along the street toward the Bund.

Shanghai remains vibrant at night.

The streets were brightly lit, and vehicles drove by one after another, while pedestrians strolled in twos and threes along the roadside.

Ma Kang did not take a car and walked slowly.

He looked at the lights in the small shops on the street, and at the ordinary people who had just finished get off work and were hurrying on their way. There was no air of a billionaire with a net worth of two hundred billion dollars on his face.

As we approached the Bund, the river breeze gradually picked up.

Standing by the river, looking at the brightly lit high-rise buildings in the distance, Ma Kang thought of his youth.

At that time, he had nothing.

To fill his stomach, he did many hard jobs and was once ridiculed in public for not being able to afford tuition.

Later, he seized the opportunity and gradually built his own business empire.

But he never forgot that he had received help from strangers during his most difficult times.

That is why he was willing to invest a large amount of his wealth in charity.

Money in an account is just a number.

The greatest meaning of wealth is the ability to truly change the fate of others.

Ma Kang walked along the riverbank for a long time until the night grew deeper before turning back to the Caesars Hotel.

The hotel is not far from the Bund.

It was nearly midnight, and there were far fewer pedestrians on the street.

Ma Kang walked to a flower bed near the hotel, felt his legs were a little sore, and sat down on a bench to rest.

A river breeze blew in from the street corner.

He wasn't dressed warmly when he came out, but now that he's sat down, the chill quickly seeped in through the gaps in his clothes.

Ma Kang placed his hands on his knees and quietly looked at the end of the street.

A black sedan slowly drove up from a distance.

Inside the car, Yu Binglan glanced out the window and asked, "Are you feeling any better after coming out today?"

Shen Ze gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead: "Much better."

"Is the matter with the Sun family still bothering you?"

"It's not that I'm bothered."

Shen Ze smiled and said, "There are just some things that need to be taken care of."

Yu Binglan nodded gently.

During this period, the Sun family suffered a series of blows, and Sun Qingliang even publicly declared that he would seize all of Shen Ze's assets within a month.

However, in Yu Binglan's view, the Sun family is now too busy to even take care of themselves.

Shen Ze has been controlling more and more businesses, and the 40 billion yuan cash bonus has just arrived in his account.

Once the two sides actually clashed, it became quite clear who would win and who would lose.

As the car approached the vicinity of the Caesars Hotel, Shen Ze suddenly slowed down, his gaze falling on the edge of the flowerbed.

An old man was sitting there.

The old man had gray hair and wore thin clothes. He sat alone on a bench, and his back looked very lonely.

For some reason, when Shen Ze saw that figure from behind, his heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something.

That figure looked a lot like his maternal grandfather.

When he was a child, his maternal grandfather used to hold him when his mother was still alive, and he would also hold his hand and take him home in the cold winter.

However, my mother passed away later, and my maternal grandfather also passed away due to serious illness.

Shen Ze had not seen such a back view for many years.

"What's wrong?"

Yu Binglan noticed that he had suddenly stopped and asked softly.

"There is an old man there."

Shen Ze looked at the flower bed: "The clothes are too thin."

Yu Binglan followed his gaze and saw the old man: "Should we send someone from the hotel to check on him?"

"No need, I'll go over there."

Shen Ze parked the car on the side of the road and got out.

Yu Binglan did not stop him, but simply got out of the car with him.

Shen Ze walked up to the old man, maintaining a proper distance, and asked gently, "Grandpa, it's so late, why are you sitting here alone?"

Ma Kang raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him.

Shen Ze was dressed in a well-tailored suit, exuding a calm and composed demeanor, and was accompanied by a strikingly beautiful young woman.

But he didn't sense the arrogance commonly found in wealthy people from Shen Ze.

On the contrary, the concern in Shen Ze's eyes was very natural, without any deliberate affectation.

Ma Kang replied, "I came out for a walk, and when I got tired, I sat down for a while."

"Where do you live? Would you like me to send you home?"

"No."

Ma Kang shook his head: "The hotel is nearby, I can go back by myself."

Shen Ze glanced at his clothes: "You're staying at the Caesars Hotel?"

"Um."

Ma Kang didn't mention that he was staying in a top-floor suite, he just gave a simple reply.

Shen Ze didn't press the matter. He noticed that the old man's hands were slightly stiff and his lips were a lighter color than normal.

Are you cold?

"As I get older, my body isn't as strong as a young person's, and it does get a bit cold after sitting for a long time."

Ma Kang did not hide anything.

Shen Ze took off his suit jacket and handed it to him.

Ma Kang paused for a moment, then said, "Young man, no need."

"You can wear it."

Shen Ze draped his coat over his shoulders: "It's windy by the river, don't catch a cold."

"And what about you?"

"I'm not cold."

Shen Ze was still wearing his shirt, and his expression remained unchanged.

Ma Kang touched the coat on his shoulder, feeling the lingering warmth on it, and a strange feeling stirred within him.

He has seen too many rich people.

Those people talk a lot about charity and benevolence, but when they actually meet ordinary people, they won't even give them a second glance.

But this young man, who didn't even know who he was, was willing to take off his coat and give it to a stranger.