My Stunning Beauty Special Agent Wife

Yang Chen didn't expect that Xiaolong and Wang Hao could be so efficient; the goods were already laid out.

After drinking, Yang Chen hailed a cab.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

Yang Chen replied nonchalantly, "Emperor Garden."

"What?" the driver seemed not to have heard clearly and asked again.

"Emperor Garden," Yang Chen repeated.

The driver glanced at Yang Chen through the rearview mirror, observing him from top to bottom, realizing Yang Chen's attire couldn't possibly exceed a hundred yuan. Living in Emperor Garden? Must be joking!

"Young man, are you sure you're not drunk?" the driver asked.

Yang Chen leaned back in his seat and said lightly, "No, just drive."

"Do you have money on you?" the driver asked again.

Yang Chen frowned slightly, staring at the driver through the rearview mirror, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, maybe you're drunk, and don't know where you're going without money, and I won't get paid after driving around," the driver explained.

Yang Chen felt a bit frustrated, realizing this was the driver's concern.

Yang Chen took a hundred-yuan bill out of his pocket, waved it in front of the driver, and said, "I have money, let's go!"

The driver saw the bill and relaxed a bit, but he still said, "Young man, I think you've had a bit too much. Why are you going to Emperor Garden? It's the most prosperous place in Ningchuan, a set of houses there costs tens of millions. It's not a place for ordinary people to afford. Are you going there to find someone or something?"

Yang Chen said flatly, "I live there."

Hearing this, the driver pursed his lips.

He secretly sent a message to his cabbie group, saying he was taking someone to Emperor Garden.

Once this message went out, it caused a stir, and everyone started sending voice messages.

With no choice, the driver had to wear earphones.

"Damn! What's going on? Picked up a tycoon?"

"Can't be right! Don't the people in Emperor Garden all have personal drivers? Why take a cab?"

"Yeah, I remember a wealthy guy once was in a rush and took a cab, but he complained the cab was dirty. Damn it!"

"What's the situation here?"

"A beauty?"

"Or a tall, rich, and handsome guy?"

"Get the phone number!"

The driver quietly sent a message, "Nah, just a guy wearing less than a hundred-yuan worth of clothes, insisting on going to Emperor Garden. I think he's drunk."

"Haha!"

"That's awkward!"

"Got me excited for nothing!"

"These days, everyone pretends!"

"The entrance to Emperor Garden is very strict, you can't get in if you're not recognized!"

"Right! I heard they have fingerprint recognition and facial scanning, very impressive!"

"Let us see!"

"Yeah, take a picture, let us see what he looks like!"

"Hurry up!"

...

A group of people urged him.

With no choice, the driver secretly started recording a video.

Only to hear a voice from the back, "If you don't want your phone, feel free to record anything!"

Hearing this icy voice, the driver felt as if an ice pick was pressed against his occipital bone, breaking out in goosebumps, nearly dropping the phone out of fright.

He quickly put the phone away, awkwardly smiled, and said, "Nothing! I wasn't doing anything, just moving my phone, you're overthinking."

Yang Chen snorted coldly and continued looking out the window.

If the driver had really taken a picture, Yang Chen wouldn't mind knocking him out and tossing him into the river, making it look like a suicide, deleting all information from the phone too.

Although he was openly appearing in Ningchuan now, it didn't mean he wasn't afraid of being discovered.

He was very cautious, almost never allowing his information to be uploaded online.

Because the internet knows no borders, it has no limits. Once it gets on this massive data network, someone could pick up Yang Chen's information and discover his location.

If Yang Chen's identity were exposed, the danger he would face could bring disaster to the entire Ningchuan.

Compared to these, a small-time taxi driver was nothing to worry about.

Soon, they arrived at Emperor Garden.

The driver stopped the car at the entrance; the fare was twenty-four fifty.

Yang Chen paid and got out, but the driver didn't leave.

He was waiting, waiting for Yang Chen to be thrown out by security, then he could take him back home.

However, when Yang Chen approached the entrance, a security guard ran out, smiled, greeted Yang Chen, and let him pass.

"What the hell?" the driver was dumbfounded.

He watched as Yang Chen walked in, feeling utterly incredulous.

He pulled out his phone and sent a voice message to the group, "Brothers, I might have actually picked up a tycoon. He went in!"

"Damn! What's going on?"

"He really went in?"

"A low-key tycoon?"

"Aren't tycoons known for their attention to taste?"

"Could it be that outfit, which looks like it's worth less than a hundred yuan, is actually custom luxury apparel from abroad?"

These cabbies really let their imaginations run wild.

One of them said, "Bro, why don't you ask the security guard? Maybe he's a staff member there!"

Hearing this, the cabbie's eyes lit up, "Right! The guy is in good shape, probably a security guard!"

"Or maybe he's a kept man!" someone suggested.

"Haha!"

A round of commotion erupted among them.

With no choice, the cabbie got out to ask.

As the driver approached, a security guard came out, staring at him.

The security here was all professionally trained by a prestigious security company, proficient in combat and scouting, otherwise, they wouldn't match the high standards of this community.

As the driver got closer, the security guard grabbed a baton, staring at the driver, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Seeing the security guard about to make a move, the driver was startled and quickly said, "I'm not going in! I'm not going in!"

The security guard still stared at the driver.

The driver then asked, "That guy I dropped off, just wanted to know if he's a resident here?"

"What are you intending by inquiring about our residents' information? Do you believe I won't report you?" the security guard said warily.

Upon hearing this, the driver quickly responded, "I didn't mean anything, just asking!"

"I suspect you're attempting to kidnap our residents!" the security guard said sternly.

"Come on! Does that make sense? We're all working-class here, who's superior to whom?" the driver got angry.

The security guard said coldly, "I'm a security guard, my job is to protect the residents. If I don't manage, even the working class can't stay!"

Hearing this, the driver grumbled a few excuses, got back to his car.

But he finally understood, Yang Chen was indeed a resident!

Sitting in the car, the driver recorded a voice message to the group, "Found out, he's a resident!"

"Damn! A tycoon!"

"Bro, did you get his number?"

"How old is he? In his fifties or sixties?"

"Thirty or forty would work too!"

"Come on, dude, say something!"

"Who is this person?"

The driver hesitated for a long time, then slowly said, "In his early twenties..."

Upon hearing this, the group fell silent.

They were all working-class folks, working hard, staying up all night driving, yet couldn't afford a house in Ningchuan. Some were over forty and still renting with their kids.

Suddenly, everyone felt an indescribable feeling, finding fate seemingly unfair.