Jiang Cheng understood the suggestive words perfectly.
Take Qi Yuan, for example; information about his true identity in Modu City's common circles is extremely rare.
Even at the last SSC Supercar Festival, which gathered many Second-generation rich, aside from Han Anning and Wang Congcong, those so-called "Second-generation rich" were completely unaware of him.
And there was only one purpose for this—to ensure absolute safety.
In real life, people like Wang Qiqiang are everywhere.
In the process of cracking down on gangs and evil, if family members are exposed, it will undoubtedly be a very uncertain hidden danger.
Looking at our past high-level leaders, information about their family members is almost non-existent.
Regardless of which generation's information, even the most basic details such as family address, number of household members, and specific names, we know almost nothing.
"I'm curious, how are you so clear about my security, could it be that you're the one who usually follows me around?"
As Young Master Jiang said this, Chen Ping's expression froze, then he immediately said,
"So you already knew. Those people weren't me, but when you were in Great Britain, I was indeed around you, always on standby. Your Bodyguards, whether in counter-reconnaissance or specific actions, are all excellent. They are truly worthy of being our Huaxia's special forces."
As he spoke, led by the vibrant red flag car, the vehicles smoothly arrived at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse.
This place has always been a venue specifically for distinguished guests, and its reputation is self-evident.
When the three red flag cars slowly stopped, Wang Jun and the others, who had been waiting there, instantly looked solemn.
"Jing 000... three red flag cars at once?" Feng Gan said in surprise.
Before he finished speaking, Wang Jun, who had a cigar in his mouth, suddenly stopped and timidly took the cigar from his lips.
Then, he seemed to want to extinguish the cigar, but dared not throw it on the ground.
"Who has tissues? Who has tissues?!"
Seeing Wang Jun's panicked look, Fan Shuishui, who had come with him, quickly pulled a few tissues from her bag.
Then she quickly took the cigar from Wang Jun's hand, pressed it firmly on the ground to extinguish it.
She wrapped it in tissues and put it in her bag.
After a series of smooth movements, Wang Jun's tense expression finally relaxed.
At this moment, they saw a red flag car come to a sudden stop, and then six soldiers in crisp military uniforms with neat buzz cuts quickly stepped out of the car.
Witnessing this scene, the surprise on everyone's faces grew even deeper.
"It seems there was no notice for a clear-out today? What exactly happened?"
"Could this be a temporary arrangement? Do we need to avoid them?"
Just as people were discussing, Chen Ping got out of the car, then respectfully walked to the other side, personally opened the car door for Young Master Jiang, and softly said, "Young Master Jiang, you have arrived at your destination..."
Chen Ping bowed slightly and gave Young Master Jiang a standard military salute. Although the few people present considered themselves experienced and well-informed, when they faced this group of soldiers moving in unison, a sense of awe still involuntarily surged within them.
On weekdays, when they went out, there would always be a group of burly Bodyguards in black suits following them like shadows.
But in reality, everyone knew very well that these so-called "Bodyguards" hired at great expense to put on a show were merely child's play and insignificant compared to the display before their eyes.
When they saw a very young and handsome man step out of the car, a more complex and subtle expression appeared on everyone's faces.
Among the few of them, only Feng Gan had seen Young Master Jiang once before.
Seeing him again now, his already fair skin instantly turned even paler, like paper.
His heart rate uncontrollably accelerated, his lips lost color, and he stared wide-eyed at Young Master Jiang.
As if he had seen something utterly terrifying.
He knew that Young Master Jiang might have some background, but he never expected it to be so profound.
At this moment, only one thought swirled in Feng Gan's mind: This time, he was definitely finished! With such a display, even Wang Jun probably couldn't protect him.
As Young Master Jiang stepped out of the car, Wang Congcong and Reba, who were right behind him, also emerged from the rolls-royce car.
Today, Reba was wearing a shimmering black short dress, covered by a thick plush coat.
The length of the skirt was just right, showcasing her slender beautiful legs while adding a touch of playfulness and sexiness.
Paired with a pair of black warm long boots, her figure appeared even taller and more graceful.
Her lower attire cleverly conformed to her figure, perfectly outlining her perky, rounded, peach-like alluring curves, which was captivating.
She wore a wide, brimmed leather hat, adding a touch of mystery and fashion to her overall look.
Her face was covered by a mask, but her exposed large eyes were exceptionally lively, twinkling like stars, appearing extremely charming and captivating.
Perhaps because she now knew Young Master Jiang's special identity, Reba's gaze towards Young Master Jiang was noticeably more respectful than before.
As for Wang Congcong, after getting out of the car, he couldn't wait to quicken his pace and rush to Young Master Jiang's side.
He exclaimed with a slight exaggeration: "Old Jiang, you absolutely can't imagine how much attention your three cars attracted along the way. Although I've been driving rolls-royce for years, now I feel like those cars can't compare to the grandeur of these red flag cars."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Congcong immediately turned to Chen Ping and asked: "Buddy, I'm just curious, how exactly can one buy this kind of car? I asked on the car just now, and they actually told me that this model is not for sale to the public."
Seeing a hint of regret and unwillingness in Wang Congcong's eyes.
Chen Ping softly said: "Young Master Wang, if you truly wish to order this car, you might need to report to the higher-ups. It would be difficult for ordinary businessmen to have this opportunity, but if you could ask your maternal grandfather to help with the application, the success rate should be higher."
"It's actually that troublesome??" Young Master Jiang asked in surprise.
Chen Ping nodded and replied: "That's right, Young Master Jiang. Even for a luxury car like the red flag L9, buyers must pass a series of strict political reviews. Only with corresponding strength and background can one purchase this car; otherwise, one can only choose to buy the basic model."