221: Chapter 222: I've got what I needed! I'll be right back.

Some of the bigwigs who had unmarried daughters or granddaughters even began to have a glint in their eyes, calculating in their hearts whether they should pull some strings to squeeze their own treasures into this security detail.

If they happened to catch Jiang Jing's eye by any chance, wouldn't that be... both contributing to the country and finding a promising son-in-law for their own family?

Killing two birds with one stone!

What kind of person was Deputy Wang? How could he not see through the little schemes of the people below?

Looking at those old guys whose eyes were darting around, clearly harboring ulterior motives, he found it amusing, yet he didn't point it out.

In his view, if this sort of "honey trap" could truly make Jiang Jing develop a deeper sense of belonging to a certain side and voluntarily contribute more of his power, then it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing.

After all, regardless of which side Jiang Jing ultimately favored, the country would be the one to benefit in the end.

This was considered healthy competition and was harmless.

"Ahem," Deputy Wang coughed lightly, pulling everyone's thoughts back to the main topic as he looked at Elder Qin. "Elder Qin, then I'll have to trouble you to contact Comrade Jiang Jing."

"Just say... we want to thank him in person for his huge contribution and listen to his thoughts on some future cooperation possibilities."

"Good! I'll go contact him right now!" Elder Qin immediately accepted the order, his face beaming with excitement.

Although he felt that the strategy of sending female guards was a bit "crooked," as long as it could firmly tie this precious treasure, Jiang Jing, to the country, any method was worth a try!

The meeting ended there, and the various resolutions were quickly implemented.

Far away in a hotel in Shanghai, Jiang Jing, who had just finished "fabricating" an awesome background for himself, was smiling and preparing to find some fun, probably never imagining that a group of "old guys" had set their sights on him...

Jiang Jing was just feeling satisfied, thinking that he would finally be able to justify bringing out black technology in the future, when the mobile phone on the bedside table rang urgently.

He picked it up and saw that the caller ID on the screen was "Elder Qin."

Jiang Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly thought: "Not good! This old man wouldn't still be unwilling to give up and want to drag me to the Laboratory to 'serve time,' would he?"

He was truly afraid of Elder Qin's attitude, which made it seem like he wished he could tie him to the side of the Laboratory bench.

For Jiang Jing, wasn't it better to enjoy life properly?

Why spend all day facing cold instruments and formulas?

He curled his lip, wanting to hear what this old man wanted to do. Before he could even speak, Elder Qin's unusually enthusiastic, and even slightly excited, voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Little friend Jiang Jing! I didn't disturb your rest, did I?" Elder Qin's tone was incredibly cordial.

"Uh, Elder Qin, not yet. Is there something you need?" Jiang Jing asked cautiously, fearing that the next sentence from the other side would be "The Laboratory is ready for you, come quickly."

"Good news! Great news!" Elder Qin's voice was loud and clear. "Some bigwigs have arrived, and they came specifically for that 'great gift' of yours!" "They are here right now and are very eager to meet you, this great hero."

"Moreover, they have prepared quite a few benefits; they definitely won't let you work in vain!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jing's eyes immediately lit up!

It's here, it's here!

The moment of harvest has finally arrived!

He knew it; having handed over such a great gift, the country definitely wouldn't treat him unfairly.

As for "serving time"?

Judging by Elder Qin's tone, it didn't seem like it.

"So that's how it is," Jiang Jing's tone immediately became relaxed and happy. "The bigwigs are too polite. Sure, I'm free now. Where should we meet?"

"That's great!" Elder Qin was overjoyed. "Just wait at the hotel; I will send someone to pick you up immediately. Just send me the address."

Jiang Jing readily provided the address.

"Good! Wait there, the car will be there soon!" After saying this, Elder Qin hung up the phone in a rush, obviously going to make arrangements.

Just after the call hung up, Nazha, who had been woken up nearby, rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked dazedly: "Brother Jing... who was it..."

"Elder Qin," Jiang Jing answered casually. "He said some bigwigs came and want to meet me to give me some 'bonus' or something."

"Oh... bigwigs... bonus..." Nazha wasn't fully awake at first and muttered, repeating it once.

A few seconds later, she suddenly opened her big eyes, her sleepiness instantly frightened away without a trace, and her voice went up an octave: "What? Bigwigs? Are... are they the kind you only see on the TV news?"

She sat up on the bed at once, not even caring that the silk quilt had slipped from her smooth shoulders, looking at Jiang Jing with a shocked expression.

Jiang Jing looked at her fussing, found it somewhat funny, and nodded: "Mm, I suppose so."

"Oh my god!!" Nazha exclaimed, immediately scrambling out of bed in a fluster, more nervous and anxious than Jiang Jing himself. "Then what are you still standing there for! Hurry up and get ready; first impressions are so important!"

Like a busy little spinning top, she started rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the cloakroom, muttering non-stop, as if she were the one going.

Jiang Jing watched her like this and couldn't help but laugh. He pulled her into his arms and pinched her cheek: "Is it really necessary? Relax."

"They won't care whether I'm wearing a suit or boxers; they care about me as a person, understand?"

Although he said that, Jiang Jing still tidied himself up a bit; this was the minimum etiquette for meeting people.

Not long after the two had finished getting ready, the suite's doorbell rang.

Jiang Jing walked over and opened the door.

Outside the door stood two officers with postures as straight as pines.

When they saw Jiang Jing, they immediately gave a crisp "snap" and performed a standard military salute in perfect unison, their voices resonant and powerful: "Mr. Jiang! We are here to pick you up under the orders of XX! The vehicle is ready!"

With these two standing there, a sense of reassurance washed over him.

This was the first time Jiang Jing had enjoyed this kind of treatment, and it felt quite novel.

He smiled and nodded to the two: "Alright, thank you for your hard work."

Then he turned back and waved to Nazha, who was nervously clinging to the door frame watching: "I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back soon."

"Mm-hmm! Stay safe! Do your best!" Nazha whispered, urging him.

Walking out of the hotel, a black armored SUV was parked in the most conspicuous position, with at least four or five vehicles of different models guarding and patrolling overtly and covertly around it.

Some seemingly ordinary passersby were also scanning their surroundings with extraordinary vigilance.

Clearly, in order to pick him up, both military and political authorities had joined forces to mobilize considerable power, ensuring that nothing would go wrong.

Wearing a mask, Jiang Jing boarded the armored vehicle in the middle under the escort of the two officers, one on his left and one on his right.

The convoy started immediately, driving away from the hotel smoothly and rapidly, speeding towards the base.

There was no conversation along the way, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Jiang Jing could feel that the closer they got to the base, the more overt and covert sentries there were around, and the inspections became increasingly strict.

Finally, after the convoy passed the last identity verification, the vehicles stopped.

An officer opened the car door for Jiang Jing: "Mr. Jiang, please follow me."

Jiang Jing followed him, passing through several quiet corridors, and arrived in front of a thick solid wood door.

The officer stopped, knocked on the door, and then pushed it open for Jiang Jing.

The moment the door opened, the low-voiced conversation in the conference room ceased abruptly.

Swoosh!

Almost everyone's gaze was cast toward the doorway at the same time, focusing on Jiang Jing, who had just walked in.