The weather in Nagariel becomes hotter earlier than in other places, and at the beginning of April, the temperature has already risen to around twenty-seven to twenty-eight degrees.
At the port, a group of local officials in high-end clothing were sweating profusely while pacing back and forth, continually checking their luxurious watches and glancing at the distant horizon.
It wasn't until a cruise ship slowly approached that these people's faces finally relaxed into smiles.
Asir stood among the crowd; these people had come specifically to welcome Lynch. Recently, he had been promoting Lynch's intention to invest in Nagariel and how wealthy he was.
Any random company of his had a market value of tens of millions of Federation Sols, which, according to the official exchange rate, amounts to over two billion Galiers, undoubtedly an astounding fortune!
