My Manor

Jiang Hai really didn't have any talent for naming; he himself admitted this...

He called the nearly pure black Caucasian fish Xiao Bai, and the blue-gray blue wolf mastiff Xiao Huang...

It clearly didn't have a single bit of yellow or white hair, yet Jiang Hai stubbornly named them so.

When it came to the Sharma and the sand tiger shark, he was obviously more casual in naming them. He called the huge Sharma Xiao Xia, and the intimidating shark Da Sha. If Burke-Daller and the others around him understood Chinese, who knows how many black lines would appear on their heads.

After sending the shark back to the ocean and instructing it to guard its fishing grounds, Jiang Hai, Philemon, and the others headed back. On the way, Jiang Hai was still deep in thought.

In the past, when he read farming novels, the protagonists would collect many pets like dogs, wolves, and eagles. This was also a highlight of such novels. Now, it seemed that he had also collected quite a few pets.

Currently, the number might still be a little short, but four is a good start.

While affirming himself in his mind, the car also arrived at the warehouse. Earlier, in order to get the shark...

It was already completely dark, so Jiang Hai figured the idea of buying a coat would have to be postponed to tomorrow.

That night, Jiang Hai went to Philemon's house for dinner before returning to his own home.

To be honest, he was exhausted after a day's work. He took a shower, lay on the bed, and played with his phone for a while before falling asleep.

Jiang Hai's life was rather solitary, a bit lonely. He didn't have too many friends, which had been the case even back in China.

Aside from a few best friends, he hardly communicated with high school or college classmates.

Especially after he got married, he wasn't sure whether it was because of inferiority or some other psychological reason, but he had been in even less contact with those friends. While others seemed to have friends everywhere—colleagues, classmates—Jiang Hai only had a handful of good friends. After coming to the United States, he seemed even less inclined to make new friends. While others had their relatives even in the mountains, Jiang Hai, despite his wealth, seemed to have no extended family.

Other wealthy people had endless things to do every day, but Jiang Hai seemed to be very idle. Like now, he was just swiping his phone before going to sleep. Every day followed a regular routine. He didn't seem like a man in his twenties at all. In fact, even if he were in his sixties or seventies, in this aging world, people that age would probably be more diligent than him. But Jiang Hai didn't mind. He felt this kind of life was just fine. Besides, he did have friends—several in China, and a few abroad. As he thought about driving to buy clothes tomorrow, Jiang Hai drifted off to sleep.

"Is this his information? Did he really go to Boston?" It was snowing heavily in Boston, and the capital was also facing similar weather. However, compared to Boston, the smog here was much thicker, to the point that visibility outside was barely a few meters. This had become one of the most troubling problems in the country in recent years. In northern winters, heating was required. While heating provided warmth to people, it seriously polluted the atmosphere.

Some people say this is linked to the increase in cars. Yes, that's true, but even in the summer, when cars are still abundant, the smog isn't as severe.

In the winter, the use of thermal power for electricity and heating, particularly the burning of coal, exacerbates the pollution.

At this moment, in Qi Li's office, the air wasn't too bad since there were two air purifiers. In fact, many offices had them, making the company's air much cleaner than the outside.

Since their last encounter, Qi Li had sent someone to check on Jiang Hai's situation.

It turned out that, as Jiang Hai and Fu Yuan had said, Jiang Hai had indeed earned hundreds of millions of dollars from selling a diamond. Although Jiang Hai was rich, in China, connections were more important than money.

As long as Qi Li wanted to, she could investigate anything. It wasn't long before she learned that Jiang Hai really did go to Boston and bought a manor. He stayed there all day, living comfortably to the point that Qi Li's eyes turned red with envy.

"Boss, what should we do next?" Looking at Qi Li, the female secretary with glasses couldn't help but mutter quietly. She was uncomfortable. After all, she had once looked down on Jiang Hai the most.

Now, Jiang Hai had suddenly gotten lucky and become rich. Even though it was just money, he had more than Qi Li's family, which made her feel very unbalanced. Why did he get lucky? Envy, jealousy, and hatred were clearly visible on her face. If she could, she would have kidnapped Jiang Hai.

"What should we do? Just leave him alone. He has such a good place to be, and I don't need to worry about it... Go get the acquisition proposal for Yunyuan Company..." Qi Li glanced at the assistant and said impatiently. Although she was upset, what could she do? Jiang Hai had made it clear he no longer had any interest in her. Divorce seemed to be the only option for the two of them. But whether it was due to self-esteem or possessiveness, Qi Li didn't sign the paper once she received it.

"Yes." After hearing Qi Li's words, the assistant nodded and left the office. She could see that Qi Li was upset, but there was nothing she could do. Jiang Hai had grown too strong and could no longer be controlled.

No matter what Qi Li thought, when she went to rest after a busy day, it was already the next morning for Jiang Hai.

The night before had brought snow, but there had been no snowfall the previous day. However, the strong sea breeze spread the snow from the day before everywhere. Fortunately, it was just some light snow and frost, which wasn't much trouble for Jiang Hai.

In the morning, he let the two dogs play in the snow and swept the driveway with a broom.

Then he ran a little, went to Mrs. Philemon's house for breakfast, and didn't go back. Instead, he drove directly to the town to buy a leather jacket.

His driver's license had been upgraded before the snow. Although Jiang Hai had never driven before, he understood basic cars, like the Peugeot. His license had passed, so now, with his driver's license, Jiang Hai could finally drive by himself. His F650 was no longer just for show. Starting the engine, Jiang Hai drove towards the town of Winthrop.

The U.S. population was over 300 million, but for a landmass nearly as large as China, 300 million was a big gap compared to 1.3 billion, especially when it came to manpower.

In China, the snow on major roads would have been cleared in a day or two, but in the U.S., no one bothered to clean the roads properly. Of course, the ground was treated, but there was still a lot of snow.

Jiang Hai drove slowly on the highway, taking over an hour to reach Winthrop, a trip that would normally take only half an hour. Fortunately, the snow-covered roads were beautiful, so the drive wasn't boring.

As he entered the town, a different feeling emerged. The snow on the main roads had been cleared, and children were playing in the snow—building snowmen, having snowball fights, and enjoying the winter day. It gave Jiang Hai a nostalgic feeling.

"I really miss my childhood." Looking out the car window, Jiang Hai couldn't help but chuckle softly.

His car continued through the town until it reached the outdoor goods store Bell had mentioned.

After parking, Jiang Hai got out of the car and walked into the store.

As soon as he entered, his eyes lit up. This store really had everything for outdoor activities—thick clothes, jackets, tents, pants, shoes, helmets, binoculars, fishing rods, rubber boats... and even guns!

Yes, American outdoor stores really had it all. If you could think of it, they sold it—from food and snacks to large items like clothes, tents, assault boats, and even weapons—guns, bows, crossbows, and cold weapons. Jiang Hai couldn't help but swallow, feeling an inexplicable sense of power.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A young man in his twenties, wearing the store's coat, came out from the back and smiled at Jiang Hai.

"I want to buy some clothes," Jiang Hai said.

"Oh, we have a wide selection of outdoor clothing here, including exclusive items used by the U.S. military. For example, these heavy-duty cold-proof clothes worn by soldiers—they're made of nylon fabric and filled with polyester..." The clerk began to introduce Jiang Hai to the clothes. These were the cheapest among the coats they sold but still affordable, thick, warm, and practical. Looking at Jiang Hai's current outfit, the clerk thought he would choose these.