Yesterday, a subordinate of the Prince of Sharjah went to Yunteng Company and explained that the prince would personally participate in the relevant bidding on this day, so some coordination was needed.
Xue Chen went downstairs when the auction started in fifteen minutes, and took several company employees to the underground parking lot of the Jinjue Hotel, preparing to greet Prince Sharjah.
"Mr. Xue, I'm a little nervous. This is my first time meeting a prince." A Qiang from the administration department swallowed and said.
The other employees standing next to Xue Chen all had similar expressions. It was inevitable that they were a little nervous and restrained. This was normal. Even meeting a mayor would make them extremely nervous, let alone a prince.
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"There is nothing to be nervous about. The prince is also a human being, not a monster that can eat people. Relax. You don't need to do anything. Just stand aside." Xue Chen said with a smile.
After hearing this, everyone felt a little relieved.
Now it seems that only Xue Chen and a few employees came to welcome him, which seems too informal. There is a reason for this. In fact, the city government plans to send a representative. Ning Jiexiong, the chairman of the Ning Group, also attaches great importance to it, but the prince specially
I made a request and didn't want too many people to show up.
The idea of the city government is very simple. It hopes to warmly entertain the Prince of Sharjah. What if he is moved and casually makes a billion-dollar investment?
The Ning Group naturally hopes to have deeper contact and understanding with the Prince of Sharjah. If some cooperation can be reached, it will be the best for the Ning Group, and it will go international in one step.
Unfortunately, it backfired. The other party had clearly expressed his point of view. He was just here to participate in an auction. He would fly back and leave on the day it ended. He would not stay too much. As for investment or cooperation, don’t even think about it.
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At this moment, three black cars slowly drove into the underground parking lot and parked in a row in the parking spaces that had been prepared.
"coming!"
I don't know if it was the employee, but he whispered softly.
Xue Chen looked at the three black cars parked a few meters away and walked straight over. At the same time, the door of a car opened and three people got out of the car. One of them was the exclusive translator of the Prince of Sharjah.
Miss Moses.
Moxis had met Xue Chen and knew his identity, so he nodded politely.
At the same time, eight more bodyguards in black suits got out of three cars. They looked around very vigilantly, paying attention to any signs of trouble, as if they were observing whether there were any hidden dangers.
Seeing this scene, Xue Chen felt that he was a little too cautious, but he felt relieved when he thought that the life and death of a prince might be related to tens of billions of dollars.
After it was confirmed that there was no danger, the Sharjah prince Asman Fischer finally appeared in front of Xue Chen with his face half-hidden, holding Biba in his arms, and got out of the car in the middle.
It is similar to the image of the UAE prince seen on TV. He is wearing a light golden traditional costume and a white headscarf on his head. He is about thirty years old and has a little beard. He looks handsome.
As soon as the prince got out of the car, the eight bodyguards were like the taxis and elephants guarding the "handsome" and "general" in chess.
Xue Chen stepped forward, nodded towards the Prince of Sharjah from a few steps away, and expressed his welcome in English.
The prince seemed a little aloof and had no intention of saying anything to Xue Chen who came to greet him. He just said a few words to his translator and then asked the translator to pass on the message.
"Mr. Xue, we can go to the venue." Moxis said.
"No problem." Xue Chen turned around and led the way.
And the moment Xue Chen turned around, the man closest to Prince Sharjah breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Xue Chen's back like an eagle.
This man is not good-looking and not very tall. He is even shorter than the eight bodyguards. He can easily be ignored among the crowd. But this man is the leader of the bodyguard team of Prince Asman Fisher of Sharjah and also the leader of the bodyguard team.
The prince's most trusted person.
Asman Fischer noticed the strange look on his heartfelt bodyguard captain and asked casually: "Carlos, what happened?"
Carlos Ouellette, a former commander of a certain country's special forces team, once participated in the war in Afghanistan and Iraq, and later retired due to injuries.
In order to earn enough money for retirement while he was young, he worked as a mercenary for several years and appeared in several war-torn small countries in North Africa. He became very famous in North Africa and even cooperated with some big countries in their local military operations.
He was recruited by the Prince of Sharjah at a high price three years ago.
Carlos' eyes flickered uncertainly, and he said to the prince with some uncertainty: "I suddenly had a very dangerous feeling just now."
"What?" Asman's eyes changed slightly.
He trusted his security consultant very much because he had resolved at least three security crises in the past three years. Two of them were when Carlos suddenly became alert, like a hound, smelling danger and immediately attacked him.
It was transferred, and later it was confirmed that there was indeed a hidden danger, and a gunman was ambushing it and wanted to shoot it.
Is there a killer ambushing nearby? Asman's heart tightened slightly and he stood there.
But Carlos immediately shook his head to express that there was no danger. He hesitated and said: "Prince Asman, don't worry, there is no safety risk..."
"What about you just now?" Asman asked softly, feeling a little confused.
"It's hard to say." Carlos took a deep breath, "I felt danger from that person."
Prince Asman of Sharjah followed Carlos's gaze and saw the back of Xue Chen who was leading the way. He was very puzzled: "He? Danger?"
Perhaps it was because he had been on the verge of life and death too many times. I don’t know when, but Carlos himself gradually became able to sense the approaching danger. It was not an unfounded sixth sense, but a kind of experience gained through many years of life and death.
With experience, you can detect hidden dangers and dangers on site based on some clues.
For example, once the Prince of Sharjah participated in a charity event and had to appear on a busy street. At that time, hundreds of people were surrounding him. He glanced around and glanced at every pair of people's eyes.
It was at that moment that he noticed something was wrong in the eyes of one of the people. Without any time to think about it, he immediately protected Asman in all directions, and at the same time ordered the secret bodyguards to subdue the man. Finally, it was determined that the man was a
The killer, who had already grabbed the pistol in his pocket with one hand, was about to take out the gun and shoot!
It was also during that experience that the consultant fees he hired skyrocketed and tripled, making him one of the best in the entire security consulting circle!
And just now, when the young man walked up to say hello, Carlos felt a very strong danger. It seemed that the young man was not a "person", but a bomb or a Gatling gun!
But in the flash of lightning, after the young man turned around, the feeling of danger faded away.
After hearing what his security consultant said, Asman was surprised and couldn't help but raise his head and glance at Xue Chen's back a few more times: "Carlos, what do you mean?"
"Prince Asman, I'm not sure what's going on right now. I only have an uncertain guess. This young man may be a very, very powerful person, comparable to the top killers." Carlos whispered.
Said solemnly.
"Oh? So powerful?" Prince Asman became a little interested.
"Yes, my premonition is never wrong. Even... I even vaguely feel that if he wants to hurt you, none of us may be able to stop him."
After saying these words, Carlos himself felt a little shocked and a little unbelievable. In addition, he had a total of nine bodyguards present, each of them was the most professional and could even fight head-on with more than thirty thugs.
Confrontation.
But now he is not sure whether nine people can prevent a strange young man he has just met from hurting the prince. This feeling... is not very good. If it weren't for his own warning, he would not believe it if he were killed.
This kind of thing.
Soon, Xue Chen, who was walking in front, stood at the door of the elevator, stood aside, and signaled to the prince that he could go up.
The two bodyguards got on the elevator first and checked quickly and carefully to confirm that there were no problems. Then Prince Asman got on the elevator. In unison, four more bodyguards and security consultant Carlos got on.
Xue Chen consciously stood at the elevator entrance, not planning to squeeze in. He was not in a hurry, so he should wait for the next elevator.
When everyone took the second elevator upstairs, Xue Chen led Prince Sharjah into the venue. As expected, when the prince appeared at the door, there was an uproar and raucous discussion in the venue.
, all eyes looked over.
The bodyguards also turned into human shields, surrounding the prince tightly to ensure that even if someone planned evil, they would not harm the prince.
On the inner side of the venue, there is a space of more than 20 square meters enclosed by a guardrail, which is reserved for the Prince of Sharjah.
Asman came to the reserved position amid the gazes, and sat down in the middle. The security consultant Carlos and the female translator Moxis were on the left and right, and the eight bodyguards transformed into the Eight King Kongs, two on the front and on the left.
The buzz of discussion was still going on, and I don’t know how many people secretly took out their mobile phones to take pictures. Even billionaires, who were quite famous in their respective fields, behaved like star-struck fans in front of a prince.
one side.
It can be said that everyone is looking at Prince Asman Fisher of Sharjah, but at this moment, Asman is looking at Xue Chen walking away, thinking about what his security adviser just said, with strong interest in his eyes.