Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

Shen Zhixia hung up the phone and finished reporting to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's go."

After saying that, he didn't waste another second and turned to walk towards the black Lamborghini parked not far away.

Xu Qinghe immediately followed.

As Jiang Yan's personal housekeeper, her position was very clear.

She can ride in Jiang Yan's car.

But Shen Zhixia is different.

Shen Zhixia was just a concierge sent by the Construction Bank. No matter how high her service level was, she was ultimately just an executor in the external resource system.

She was qualified to mobilize resources and pave the way for Jiang Yan, but she was not qualified to sit in the passenger seat of Jiang Yan's car, much less to appear in Jiang Yan's private space like Xu Qinghe.

Besides, there wasn't a seat for her.

Shen Zhixia herself is well aware of this.

So without any hesitation, she simply hugged her tablet and quickly walked toward a low-key white hatchback Audi A3 parked next to her.

That was the official vehicle provided to her by the China Construction Bank's concierge department.

It's understated, not expensive, and even seems somewhat ordinary in the underground parking garage of the China World Trade Center, an area filled with Maybachs, Bentleys, and Porsches.

But this is exactly in line with her identity.

She wasn't there to steal the spotlight.

She was there to carry out orders.

"Mr. Jiang, I have sent the location to Ms. Xu. I will follow your car and keep communication open."

Shen Zhixia stood beside the Audi A3 door, bowing slightly, her tone respectful and restrained.

Jiang Yan simply gave a light "hmm" and casually opened the scissor doors of the Lamborghini.

Xu Qinghe then naturally walked around to the passenger seat.

Her movements were still somewhat unsteady.

Those long, slender legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, still trembled slightly as they stepped into the low-ceilinged carriage.

But she didn't let herself show any sign of being embarrassed.

She knew it very well.

Especially at times like these, we must not hold Jiang Yan back.

The roar of the twelve-cylinder engine echoed through the underground parking garage like a ferocious beast awakened, making people's eardrums tingle.

Jiang Yan gripped the steering wheel with one hand and slowly drove out of the parking space.

Behind them, Shen Zhixia drove her white two-door Audi A3, maintaining a precise following distance.

Not too far, not too close, so as not to disturb Jiang Yan's private space, and to ensure that he can be at her beck and call at any time.

Two cars, one black and one white, drove out of the underground parking garage at the China World Trade Center.

The carriage was very quiet.

Xu Qinghe sat in the passenger seat, her hands neatly folded on her knees.

Her gaze remained fixed straight ahead, but her heart was pounding.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally couldn't resist the curiosity surging in her heart:

"Sir... you specifically requested that kind of gym, is it because you felt you ate too much and needed to... exercise to burn off the calories?"

"It's not training."

"It's a physical exam."

Xu Qinghe's lips parted slightly upon hearing those two words.

A physical exam? Go to the gym for a physical exam?

But she quickly swallowed back all her questions.

She knows what she should ask and what she shouldn't ask.

Thirty minutes later.

With a thunderous roar, the black Lamborghini braked sharply and came to a smooth stop in front of the exclusive underground garage of the "Peak" luxury club.

Han Tao, the general manager of the club, along with two assistant managers in sharp uniforms, were already standing by the parking space, sweating profusely.

Upon seeing the scissor doors open, the first person to step out was a tall, slender, young man dressed in black casual clothes.

Han Tao's pupils contracted imperceptibly.

Too young! At that age, he's probably just graduated from high school.

But in the capital, a cunning old fox like Han Tao is most wary of judging people by their appearance.

Especially when he saw that Shen, the usually aloof secretary at the Construction Bank, was now following closely behind the young man, his posture as humble as a maid.

Han Tao immediately raised Jiang Yan's danger level to the highest level in his mind.

"Mr. Jiang! Hello! My name is Han Tao, and I'm the person in charge here."

"Knowing you were coming, I completely cleared out the second basement level, and even gave the cleaning lady half a day off!"

Han Tao strode forward, his face beaming with a perfect smile he had rehearsed countless times.

Jiang Yan didn't even glance at him, and continued walking inside while speaking:

"First, from this moment on, immediately disconnect the power cables to all the surveillance cameras on the second basement level. Remember, disconnect the cables, not shut down the software."

"Secondly, during the test, no living creatures are allowed on this floor except for the tester himself."

"Third, and most importantly, the tester must sign a top-secret confidentiality agreement for me on the spot."

Jiang Yan kept walking.

The sound echoed in the empty parking lot, carrying a pressure that left no room for argument.

Han Tao's smile froze for a moment.

Unplugging the surveillance cameras? This is a major taboo in legitimate commercial venues.

To ease the awkwardness, he instinctively wanted to cleverly show off his venue background:

"Mr. Jiang, you can really rest assured."

"The core selling point of the Peak Club is absolute privacy. Among our clients are family members of government officials and people on the Forbes list..."

Jiang Yan interrupted him directly.

"I don't need you to tell me who you've served; that's your business."

"You just need to do what I ask, understand?"

"Understood...Understood! Young Master Jiang, please wait a moment, I will personally cut off the power right away!" He dared not say another word and turned to run towards the power distribution room.

At this moment, Shen Zhixia demonstrated the execution capabilities of a top-notch concierge.

In the two minutes that Han Tao went to cut off the power, she had already drafted a simplified but extremely powerful confidentiality agreement through the exclusive encrypted channel of the China Construction Bank's legal department.

"Mr. Jiang, the first draft of the agreement has been prepared." Shen Zhixia handed the tablet to Jiang Yan with both hands.

"The core clauses include: Testers shall not record, disseminate, or discuss today's test data in any form, including but not limited to text, images, or oral statements."

"The penalty for breach of contract is tentatively set at five million."

"Furthermore, the Legal Department of China Construction Bank's headquarters has the right to pursue legal action on your behalf indefinitely."

Jiang Yan glanced at the densely packed terms and said calmly, "Five million in penalties is too little. Change it to one hundred million."

"In addition, let me add one more thing, which is to compensate him for his mental distress and cooperation fee, 500,000 RMB, to be paid on the spot."

Shen Zhixia's fingers flew across the screen as she edited: "Yes, Mr. Jiang, I'll finish editing right away."

Xu Qinghe, standing at the back, silently watched all of this.

She watched as Jiang Yan, like the supreme arbiter, wove an impenetrable net with money and power.

A penalty of 100 million and a hush money of 500,000, just to make him do one test?

Somewhat extravagant.