Imperial Capital Airport!
The private jet apron.
Eight black sedans were parked quietly on the side of the road next to the apron.
Aside from the lead car, which was a Rolls-Royce, the rest were all top-spec Hongqi models.
"What's going on, Old Jiang? How come you're the official one picking her up?" Su Chen asked, a bit confused as he looked at Jiangyang, who had just gotten into his car.
"Why can't it be me? I'm in charge on behalf of the National Museum, so why can't I be the one to show up? Besides, you're here too!" As he spoke, Jiangyang pulled a credential from his pocket and handed it over.
Su Chen glanced at Jiangyang, still a little puzzled, and took the credential from his hand.
He wouldn't have thought much of it, but one look at the description on the credential showed: Researcher for the National Museum, and a high-ranking one at that.
