Haojiang Airport.
From the lower floors, Yu Guangrong, who had gradually climbed up the tide, looked up at the clear blue sky.
Behind him,
a group of burly men in black suits stood with their hands behind their backs.
The atmosphere was silent, tense, and oppressive.
The black luxury car fleet gave off a blockbuster vibe, more exaggeratedly, the license plates were even consecutive numbers!
In the sky, a small dot appeared, which gradually approached.
Yu Guangrong slightly squinted his eyes.
The snow-white Gulfstream G700, descending from Gangcheng rather than the inland, lowered its altitude and smoothly landed on the runway, rolling for a distance before stopping.
The cabin opened.
The staircase was lowered.
Yu Guangrong, with a beaming smile, went to greet them.
"Mr. Song, young master Guo, welcome to Haojiang."
From the elite private jet came a group of people, at the core of whom was Song Chaoge, wearing simple and unadorned black-framed glasses.