Shawang felt ashamed of the slight panic that had arisen in his heart, considering himself a top CIA agent who had seen all sorts of grand scenes, yet he was startled by one of Su Jie's bodyguards.
With that thought, Shawang looked up again and saw the lively scene ahead.
"Mr. Su, please sign an autograph for me."
"Mr. Su, ah, I love you!"
When Su Jie appeared at the train station, the passengers who were preparing for the first train suddenly showed excited and joyful expressions, swarming around him as if zombies had been let loose.
Especially the girls, whose eyes lit up at the sight of Su Jie.
Su Jie was still unmarried, and a fairy tale encounter with a prince was simply the best fantasy in many girls' hearts.
"Everyone, don't push, be careful not to hurt yourselves."
Su Jie patted the guard's shoulder, moved past the human wall the guards had formed, and stepped forward to shake hands and take photos with some of the people, appearing very approachable.
This behavior attracted even more people, drawing a larger crowd.
As a sudden hero of Chan Country, Su Jie single-handedly ended decades of warlord chaos in Chan Country, and, with strong military power and personal prestige, he recreated a new Chan Country.
With better living conditions, Su Jie's image among the people of Chan Country was towering and majestic, truly Chan Country's number one idol, the pinnacle of all influencers.
"This guy is really popular," Shawang thought to himself, understanding why.
In a sense, Su Jie was considered a founding leader, and it was well known that the prestige of founding leaders is immensely high.
After parting with the crowd, Su Jie exchanged pleasantries with the dignitaries who had arrived by train for a few minutes, then walked toward Shawang's direction.
To be precise, he approached Smith, who was standing next to him.
"You must be Mr. Smith, I've heard you're doing big business in Yang City. Our Chan Country Government encourages orderly commercial practices. If Mr. Smith encounters any difficulties, he can also come to us for solutions."
Su Jie extended his right hand, and Smith quickly clasped it with both hands, his face displaying obsequious respect.
"Mr. Su, in front of you, what I do is just small business, hardly worth mentioning. Personally, I think Chan Country's business environment is very good. Recently, the Central Bank even provided us with a batch of loans; among all the countries I've visited, the treatment for businessmen is the best here."
Maintaining the persona of a businessman, Smith's face was brimming with enthusiasm, completely concealing his inner thoughts.
To ordinary people, it would hardly be known that this well-known tycoon from Yang City was actually working as a covert agent for the CIA.
After all, conventional wisdom suggests that with ample wealth, why would anyone engage in the dangerous work of a spy? This doesn't make sense.
It was this kind of cognitive inertia that naturally added a layer of concealment to Smith's identity.
Inside, Smith was far from calm, as the two Steel Camp Genetic Soldiers vigilantly watched him, placing great psychological pressure on him.
Su Jie, for his part, had directly or indirectly killed countless CIA agents.
From the smuggling wars in Mexico to the civil war in Chan Country, one could say Su Jie's hands were drenched with the blood and tears of the CIA, truly a figure like a butcher.
On his face, Su Jie wore a gentle smile, appearing very approachable, hardly the ruthless killer Smith had imagined.
"Well, that's good to hear. Recently, leading with the Beautiful Country, the Western society has sanctioned our import of machinery and production equipment. Your company produces motorcycles, so you could come to the commercial department here in Chan Country. We have business cooperation at the level with Hua Country, and we can provide you with connections for motorcycle production lines and related technology in Hua Country."
Upon hearing Su Jie's words, Smith's lips twitched slightly.
Having one arch-enemy introduce another arch-enemy's business felt utterly bizarre.
But to avoid blowing his cover, Smith could only nod repeatedly, "That would be more than great, I've been worrying about this lately. Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Su."
"Thank what? Just run your business well, grow it larger; more tax revenue for the Chan Country Government is the best thanks to me."
Su Jie smiled and nodded, then continued past Smith.
After Su Jie left, the crowd also dispersed, and both Smith and Shawang breathed a sigh of relief simultaneously.
"I handled that correctly just now, right? Don't let him suspect anything."
Smith felt somewhat uneasy, too aware of Su Jie's power and influence in Chan Country; if exposed, he would certainly have nowhere to bury himself.
Shawang, with a hint of irony in his eyes, shook his head.
"He obviously didn't notice anything, relax. Your disguise was very good, he won't find our true identities."
Meanwhile, shortly after leaving the station and getting into an armored car, Liu Yingying curiously said, "Su Jie, shouldn't we keep tighter control over those two CIA agents?"
Leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed, Su Jie opened his eyes and spoke lightly, "No need to alert them prematurely. Keeping Smith can provide us with more intelligence. An exposed spy is much more useful alive than dead."
"Hmph, these CIA pests are relentless against our Jieke Group, always trying to probe our secrets."
Liu Yingying, clutching Su Jie's arm, spoke in annoyance.