While Song Zhichao was sorting out documents in the study, someone knocked on the door, but it was Ruan Ling, a personal female bodyguard.

Ruan Ling specially wore a black outfit today and dressed very neatly. She reported to Song Zhichao that the car was ready and could set off at any time.

Song Zhichao nodded, indicating that he knew.

Ruan Ling did not leave.

Song Zhichao asked her what else she had.

Ruan Ling said, "Are you sure I'll just let me accompany you?"

Song Zhichao didn't say anything, got up from the desk, "Just go to inspect the prison, how many people do you have to bring?"

Ruan Ling wanted to speak but stopped.

In fact, Ruan Ling knew that the risk of going to Stanley Prison this time was very high. Although the prison guards were tight and she was agile, if something happened, she would not be able to take responsibility for it.

Originally, Ruan Ling wanted her elder brother Ruan Jun to go with her, but Song Zhichao sent Ruan Jun to do business with Qi Wanda.

Ruan Ling retreated to the next best, hoping to be with Niu Xiong, and the two of them protected Song Zhichao and could take care of each other.

But Song Zhichao also instructed Niu Xiong to stay at home to help protect his father and mother.

In other words, this time Song Zhichao went to Stanley Prison for inspection, and she was the only one who protected her.

Even if Ruan Ling considers herself very high, she can't help but feel very stressed.

Seeing Ruan Ling looking worried, Song Zhichao said, "I remember it well. When you hired you and your elder brother Ruan Jun from the Angel Security Company, you didn't like me."

Ruan Ling did not hide it: "That's true."

Song Zhichao smiled and looked at Ruan Ling: "Why don't you like me?"

Ruan Ling: "Because you feel like a playboy."

"Yeah?"

Ruan Ling nodded and said coldly: "You even teased an ugly woman like me, but you still said you are not?"

Song Zhichao remembered the fact that he blew into Ruan Ling's ears and eyes at that time, and felt that his actions were really a bit erratic and frivolous.

"If it's because of my indecent actions that make you think so, then I apologize to you."

Afraid that Ruan Ling would not believe it, Song Zhichao spread his hands and said, "I was serious. At that time, I just thought it was interesting to play with you, and there was no other meaning."

Ruan Ling said with a stern face: "Why do you tell me this?"

"I just don't want you to misunderstand me," said Song Zhichao, "I don't want you to misunderstand Niu Xiong. People say that those who are close to Zhu are red and close to Mo are black. Although I sometimes have a little slut, Niu Xiong is a very serious person."

Ruan Ling tightened her mouth and looked at Song Zhichao without saying anything.

Song Zhichao walked to the desk and sat down again, looking at Ruan Ling: "Can you give me a cup of tea?"

Ruan Ling walked over and made a cup of tea for him.

Song Zhichao said, "Thank you." He pointed to the chair next to him and signaled Ruan Ling to sit down.

But Ruan Ling said, "I'll just stand."

Song Zhichao didn't force himself and continued, "I know, Brother Xiong likes you. He has been with me for so long and has traveled thousands of miles from the mainland to Hong Kong to work hard. He is lonely alone, and I also want to have a companion by his side."

"You can tell that you are a good girl, so I hope you can accept him or give him a chance."

Ruan Ling smiled, and the hideous scar on her left twisted on her face like a centipede: "What do you mean by saying this to me?"

Song Zhichao smiled loudly: "It means that there is so much danger this time, please make plans early."

Ruan Ling was stunned for a moment: "Since that's the case, why do you just need me to accompany you?"

Song Zhichao picked up the teacup, took a sip and said, "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

...

Song's mansion, in the garage—

Song Zhichao looked at the 5-series BMW that Ruan Ling chose and frowned, "It's still too high-profile."

Ruan Ling pointed to the antique BMW: "Where is that one?"

Song Zhichao: "That car has gone over the limelight last time - it's even higher-profile than this one."

Song Zhichao refers to the last time he drove this antique car worth 3 million Hong Kong dollars and ate a meal with Du Chunmei, which ended up causing chaos in the world of Haosheng Hotel.

Seeing that Song Zhichao was not satisfied with these cars, Ruan Ling looked at the dazzling array of "Cadillacs", "Rolls-Royce" and "Ferrari" in the garage. It was really a little confused. The bad taste of rich people - buying so many luxury cars but not driving, what the hell?

But now Song Zhichao wants to drive a more low-key car, where can I find it temporarily?

Song Zhichao also felt that his request was obviously a bit "excessive". However, this time he went to the Stanley Prison Market. If he drove over in a luxurious car, he would obviously be the target.

Song Zhichao's purpose is very simple, as low-key as possible and as unattractive as possible.

Just when Song Zhichao was worried, he heard the sound of a car coming from outside the garage, and Feng Dajian's loud voice, "Mr. Song, Mr. Wang, please come back, we are leaving too!"

Song Zhichao's eyes lit up, "I have it!"

...

Feng Dajian never dreamed that Song Zhichao would change his car with him.

Song Zhichao said he fell in love with Feng Dajian's white Toyota truck used to pull fruits, and said he wanted to experience the taste of driving this kind of car.

Driving a broken car?

Feng Dajian doesn't understand this kind of "high-end fun".

He believed that Song Zhichao was obviously "full after eating"; however, he was a Hong Kong tycoon, so it was obviously inappropriate to use such words to describe it. To be precise, it should be "rich people experience the lives of ordinary people."

Okay, I can’t care about that much, so I’d better pick the car first!

Feng Dajian was taken to the garage by Niu Xiong. Looking at the luxury cars in the garage, such as BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Pingzhi, Lincoln, Cadillac, Ferrari, and many luxury cars that he didn't know his name, he thought he was dreaming.

"Oh my god, my eyes are blurred."

"Oh my god, I'm not dreaming."

"Can I choose these cars?" Feng Dajian asked Niu Xiong beside him.

Niu Xiong was not happy - she was not happy that Song Zhichao left himself at home, but took Ruan Ling alone to inspect Stanley Prison.

Therefore, I felt a little emotional and said to Feng Dajian, who was big and thick, "I have to pick it quickly, why are you talking about it?" His tone was not good.

Feng Dajian was startled and felt that this big guy was not very proud of him. Even Mr. Song didn't speak loudly to him like this. Who are you? But when he saw Niu Xiong staring at him and looking fierce, he immediately said obediently: "Oh, wait a moment, I'll choose it right away."

Finally, Feng Dajian picked the silver Rolls-Royce with fairy spreading its wings. Although Feng Dajian didn't know the goods, he watched TV and performed on TV. Many times, those rich and rich people drove this kind of car when they went out. They drilled into the car, closed the door, and smoked on the buttocks of the car. People around him bowed and saluted, which was so majestic.

"Is this one OK?" Feng Dajian pointed shyly at the silver Rolls-Royce.

Niu Xiong rolled his eyes when he saw it and shouted, "Change another one!"

He cursed in his heart, the fruit guy is quite sensible - this is the "Rolls-Royce Phantom" he likes the most. Even I can't bear to drive it. Occasionally, I just help the car waxing, and you're still eyeing it.

As Song Zhichao's personal driver, Niu Xiong feels that he has the responsibility to protect the integrity of the vehicle and it is not possible to scratch it at all.

Feng Dajian was a little unhappy: "But Mr. Song said I would choose whatever I want."

"Then you just choose it casually - what are you talking about!" Niu Xiong glared at him fiercely.

Feng Dajian immediately became timid, "Ahem, which one should I choose?"

Niu Xiong pulled him, "This one doesn't work! That one doesn't work either! No, that one is here!"

Feng Dajian looked at the black BMW 5 Series in front of him. No matter how he looked, he was not as good as Ferrari, and the Rolls-Royce came with dazzling appearance.

Before Feng Dajian could agree, Niu Xiong patted his shoulder: "When you go out, say, you chose this one by yourself, I didn't force you - do you understand?"

The bones on his shoulders were almost broken. Looking at Niu Xiong's threatening eyes, Feng Dajian could only answer sadly: "I know!
Chapter completed!