After the meal, Jiang Cheng learned that he would be returning to Shanghai in a few days.
The two elders immediately felt a sense of loss.
Jiang Cheng saw this and felt a pang in his heart.
He smiled and comforted them, "Great-Grandfather, Second Grandfather, I'll come visit whenever I have time; it's only a few hours from Shanghai to the capital."
When Jiang Cheng said this, the two elders relaxed a little.
Great-Grandfather spoke up: "Take one of the cars that picked you up last time and drive it back later."
Jiang Cheng quickly shook his head and refused, "No need, Great-Grandfather. I heard from Chen Ping that customizing that car involves all sorts of procedures; it's too much trouble. Besides, it's safe here, I don't need a vehicle like that."
Great-Grandfather waved his hand and smiled, "No trouble at all, I'll just have another one delivered. Although bullet-proofing isn't very useful in our country, this car saves lives. Even in a crash you'd be safe. Those imported cars, no matter how expensive, will still crumple in a collision, but this one won't; no matter how you crash it, you've nothing to fear."
But seeing the resolve in Great-Grandfather's eyes, Jiang Cheng found it hard to refuse outright.
Second Grandfather picked up the thread: "Be good, listen to your grandfathers, so we can rest easy. When you go abroad you must be even more careful; don't be afraid of the trouble. Extra caution means extra safety. Don't think us long-winded—you're the only male heir of the Jiang Family, you must protect yourself."
Great-Grandfather added, "Chenghong is right. I hope you understand: no matter where you are, safety is always the top priority."
Listening to the earnest words of the two elders, Jiang Cheng naturally felt their love and concern.
He could only smile and nod to show he understood.
After leaving Great-Grandfather's Courtyard House, Jiang Cheng's original rolls-royce was replaced by a red flag car.
The red flag car looked low-key and dignified.
Compared with a rolls-royce, it suited his current status far better.
The red flag car pulled away slowly, heading toward the OT bar on Gongti West Road.
As they neared the bar, the streets became lined with all kinds of supercars and luxury vehicles.
Though scattered snowflakes were still drifting outside, it didn't dampen anyone's spirits.
At the entrance, a row of tall, beautiful Girls stood in line.
They wore thick down jackets on top, yet showed off long slender legs below, sporting very realistic bare-skin tights.
The Girls chatted or played with their phones, sweeping their eyes over passing cars from time to time.
Quite a few young women had set up phones on tripods along the street, live-streaming to their cameras.
So this is why the rich are always surrounded by beauties.
It's simple: these Girls with a bit of capital pick their own venues.
So-called Shanghai socialites or Kyoto socialites spend their days in either high-end restaurants or bars where the Second-generation rich gather.
After the car stopped at the entrance, not only did Wang Sheng step out, but even the security from the rolls-royce quickly exited.
Several hulking Bodyguards in black suits formed an airtight ring around Jiang Cheng.
Seeing Jiang Cheng and Wang Sheng approach, surrounded by security, many onlookers cast curious glances.
Anyone with such a display had to be seriously wealthy.
Yet Jiang Cheng was riding in a red flag car!
These days most rich people drive Mercedes-Benz, bmw, or porsche.
Few choose a domestic brand like red flag.
"Holy crap, who's that?? Some celebrity??"
"Probably not. Look at that entourage—and check out his car."
"Damn, a red flag car??"
"So what? It's domestic, right? Doesn't look special. How much could it cost?"
"No idea, but I heard it's the latest model, worth a fortune," someone nearby whispered.
"Hmph, no matter how good, it's still local; can it compare with foreign brands?" another sneered.
"Didn't you see the rolls-royce tailing it? And look at the plate."
"Local plate, 00001… which young big-shot is this??"
But youth is wasted if you don't show off; what's the point of money if you don't enjoy it while alive?
As the saying goes, you're only young once—flaunt it.
Since you're rich, live life to the fullest.
Are you going to hoard your cash until you're dead, turning it into a mountain of gold for grave-robbers?
Sure enough, once he showed off, all the dolled-up Girls at the door began eyeing Jiang Cheng with burning interest.
After enough showing off, Jiang Cheng waved them away.
"Alright, it's just a bar, no need to be so tense. Keep a looser formation, stay a bit farther back."
Clearly, their overcautious behavior stemmed from some extra instructions they'd received at Great-Grandfather's place.
At Jiang Cheng's order, the men exchanged glances,
looked at each other, then at Jiang Cheng,
and finally spread out, still keeping a careful distance.
Jiang Cheng knew that with his current wealth and status, constant caution was necessary.
After all, he had tens of billions in assets.
If some lunatic leapt out of nowhere and stabbed him, he'd be finished.
Still, it was unlikely—he possessed the danger-perception skill.
Even if it happened, he could probably avert tragedy.
As Jiang Cheng walked in, he activated the interpersonal-scan system.
All the way along, he couldn't help sighing in admiration.
As expected of prosperous Capital; these Girls' privacy values are exceptionally abundant.
Sure enough, pretty women mean lots of "trouble"!
Just as he was losing interest, two beauties with zero privacy value popped up on the favorability scan.
In a corner near the entrance stood two young women.
One said to the other, "Chu Ran, don't drink too much later, okay? Tonight's guests are all business partners of our family, men and women, but those men are playboys—real bad news. Be careful."
The Girl called Chu Ran smiled and replied, "Got it, thanks Shuang Shuang."
Shuang Shuang patted her chest confidently: "Thank me for what? Come on, we're just here to eat, have fun, and see the world. Stick with me and you'll be safe."
Shuang Shuang showed only half her profile,
but even from the side she was fair, pretty, and long-legged—unfortunately her looks score was only 80.
The other Girl, Chu Ran, wore a bulky black down jacket and simple casual pants,
yet you could still see her perfect proportions—the very definition of a nine-head-body beauty.
Before even checking her score, Jiang Cheng was stunned at first glance.
Especially when Jiang Cheng passed them, the Girl happened to look up at him.
Their eyes met, and Jiang Cheng's heart cried out: Oh no.
This feels like love at first sight!