Right then, Luxury Hotel's CEO Wang Mingyang happened to drive in through the entrance—only to find it completely blocked.
Seeing the dense crowd clogging the hotel gate, Wang Mingyang's face darkened.
Frowning, he opened the door, stepped out, and stalked forward with a stormy expression.
Spotting Manager Zhao from the Lobby beside the Truck, Wang Mingyang snapped irritably, "What's going on? Why all this racket and a blocked entrance?"
Manager Zhao forced a smile. "President, you're here. It's Mr. Jiang from the hotel—his car's arrived and they're unloading. We're almost done; I'll have the area cleaned up right away."
"My car's been waiting ages. I don't care who it is—whatever they're unloading, can't they move it aside? Are we still running a business here?"
Under Wang Mingyang's loud reprimand, Manager Zhao paled and mopped cold sweat from his brow.
Had he really done something wrong?
After all, Wang Mingyang had personally ordered that every effort be made to ensure Jiang Cheng's stay at Aman was flawless.
Manager Zhao felt utterly stuck.
"I… President, understood. I'll ask the guest to move the vehicle immediately."
He hurried to the side of the porsche and tapped on Jiang Cheng's window.
The glass slid down; seeing the manager's awkward expression, Jiang Cheng asked in puzzlement, "What is it?"
"Mr. Jiang… it's like this…"
The instant Jiang Cheng lowered the window, Wang Mingyang's eyes bulged in shock.
He roared inwardly: That idiot Zhao didn't even tell me it's Jiang Cheng inside!
This man is the hotel's money-tree—so what if the gate's blocked?
Before Manager Zhao could finish, Wang Mingyang rushed over and shoved him aside.
The furious scowl from moments ago had morphed into an ingratiating grin. "Mr. Jiang, it's you! I was wondering who else could make such a grand entrance with a porsche 918."
Jiang Cheng looked at the two of them, baffled.
"President Wang, hello."
The most bewildered of all was the innocent Manager Zhao, scolded for no reason.
He still couldn't wrap his head around it—he had clearly mentioned Mr. Jiang, yet Wang Mingyang had acted as if the name meant nothing.
The staff watching nearby subtly changed their expressions when they saw their President being so deferential to Jiang Cheng.
Each of them mentally etched Jiang Cheng's face even deeper into memory.
And they quickly reminded themselves: if they ever met this Mr. Jiang Cheng again, their courtesy must be absolute.
Wang Mingyang glanced at the porsche 918, eyes flickering, and asked with a radiant smile, "May I ask where you bought this 918, Mr. Jiang? My hopeless son adores cars like this and keeps pestering me for a Top-tier Super-car."
"I picked it up at a Chengdu 4S Store," Jiang Cheng replied casually.
He could hardly say it was a System Reward.
Hearing that, Wang Mingyang's expression turned complicated; an ordinary porsche is easy to find, but a 918 without the right connections is nearly impossible.
Convinced Jiang Cheng wasn't telling the whole truth, he simply chuckled politely. "I hope you're finding everything comfortable here, Mr. Jiang. If there's anything I can help with, don't hesitate to ask—no need to stand on ceremony."
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