Chapter 10: As a Top-Tier Rich Second Generation, One Must Have Grandeur
Arriving at the garage, Jiang Che took out his phone and dialed Su Shanshan’s number.
“Hello, son, what’s up?” Su Shanshan asked with a hint of confusion. Jiang Che rarely called her; usually, if there was something, he would come home to discuss it.
“Nothing much, just wanted to ask you for a few bodyguards.”
“Why are you suddenly thinking about this?” Su Shanshan was even more puzzled. She had suggested this to Jiang Che several times before, but he had always refused.
As the heir of the Jiang family, it was unreasonable to go out without bodyguards.
“Just thought it might be good to have some bodyguards,” Jiang Che said with a laugh. His predecessor thought having bodyguards was too ostentatious and not in line with his low-key personality, so he never agreed to Su Shanshan’s request.
But Jiang Che didn’t share the same view. Which rich second generation didn’t have bodyguards? Why should he handle everything personally when he had the money?
“Wait at Crouching Dragon Mountain Villa. I’ll send a few people over now,” Su Shanshan responded, sounding busy. As the CEO of a trillion-dollar company, she was swamped with work.
Even finding time to talk to Jiang Che was difficult. She hung up quickly, asking him to visit home when he had time.
Looking at the disconnected call, Jiang Che smiled wryly, more convinced than ever that he wouldn’t be taking over the company anytime soon. He would let his mother handle it for a few more years…
About an hour later, a group of more than ten burly men in suits and sunglasses arrived at Crouching Dragon Mountain Villa. “Good day, young master!” the leading man, a tall and sturdy figure about 1.8 meters tall, greeted Jiang Che with his group.
“What’s your name?” Jiang Che asked, looking up at the dark-skinned man.
“You can call me A-Long, young master,” the lead bodyguard replied respectfully.
Jiang Che nodded in satisfaction, aware that the Jiang family trained some bodyguards every year, and these men were probably from that group. “From now on, you are my bodyguards. My mother has explained everything to you, right?”
“Rest assured, young master. We are willing to follow you to the death!” A-Long and the others knelt on one knee and shouted in unison. Jiang Che looked at them, finding them trustworthy for now.
“Pick any car from the garage and follow me,” Jiang Che instructed before getting into his Bugatti.
Speeding off, he headed straight for Linjiang City Center.
In the city center, Jiang Che’s Bugatti led a convoy of more than a dozen Audis, heading in one direction.
The scene caused quite a stir, with people speculating about which top-tier second-generation rich kid was on the move.
Heaven on Earth, one of Linjiang City’s most famous leisure clubs. Jiang Che stopped his car at the entrance. He wasn’t here to have fun; he was here to meet someone, the hidden boss behind Heaven on Earth, Li Hu. In the future, this guy would be one of Ye Chen’s key supporters.
After all, which protagonist in urban novels doesn’t have a few underground bosses as followers?
Li Hu had been trying to legitimize his business over the years but hadn’t completely severed his old ties.
Driven by profit, human nature is greedy. In Jiuzhou Country, there were no professional assassins, but if someone offered Li Hu a hefty sum for a hit, he would still do it.
“Sir, do you have a preference for any of our ladies? Or should I recommend a few for you?”
Jiang Che, followed by his group of bodyguards, entered the grand hall of Heaven on Earth and was soon stopped by a staff member.
The staff member wore a pleasing smile, knowing Jiang Che’s lavish appearance and the Patek Philippe on his wrist meant he was no ordinary client.
Moreover, the presence of so many bodyguards indicated he belonged to a prominent family, not someone to be trifled with.
“I’m here to see your boss, Li Hu,” Jiang Che stated coolly.
“This…” The staff member hesitated before saying, “Please wait a moment. I’ll call our manager.”
After instructing some staff to serve tea to Jiang Che, the staff member hurriedly went to fetch the manager.
Soon, a middle-aged man with glasses, a potbelly, and thinning hair scurried over to Jiang Che. “May I ask why you are looking for our boss?”
The man wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face obsequious. He couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the imposing presence of the bodyguards behind Jiang Che, guessing at his identity.
Anyone capable of such a display was no ordinary person. He had heard about the young man arriving in a fleet of luxury cars but couldn’t recall ever seeing this individual before.