After Prison, I Inherited a Trillion and Became the Global Power Behind the Scenes

The great iron gate of Jiangcheng Prison creaked open a crack. Lin Feng strolled out slowly, still wearing the same tattered T-shirt he'd had on when he went in three years ago, washed so many times it had faded white. His pants were just as wrinkled. The sun outside was harsh, making him squint. After nine years, he could finally breathe free air again, even if it smelled a little of car exhaust. He hadn't even found his footing when the sight before him left him stunned. The shabby road outside the prison, usually a place where nothing ever happened, was bizarrely packed today! Black sedans stretched as far as the eye could see, polished bright enough to reflect a person's face. Rolls-Royces, Bentleys,