Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

At 7:30 a.m. on Thursday, three Cadillac Escalades parked in front of Chen Yiran's house.

One of the vehicles Chen Yiran owns is a B7-level bulletproof car that he ordered earlier this year.

The main reason is to connect it with the Chevrolet Suburban I bought before. Both of them are official vehicles of the US government. The FBI usually uses Cadillacs, but the president often chooses the Suburban as his limousine.

Chen Yiran also plans to order a Lincoln Navigator to complete his collection of the three major American SUVs.

The reason for choosing Cadillac this time is that GDBA also uses Cadillacs. Traveling with three cars together looks very impressive. People who don't know the situation might think that the governor or someone else is traveling together.

GDBA cars are even equipped with devices that resemble police lights, skirting the edge of the law. In actual use, ordinary people cannot tell the difference between this light and a police light.

The twelve-person bodyguard team was already in position, with a driver and the team leader in Chen Yiran's car.

The other two service vehicles each carried four people, and the last two were for route reconnaissance, having already set off in an ordinary Prius.

Several cars went to the entrance of FlowEDA company to meet up with the main group, where a 56-seat luxury bus was already picking up passengers.

In the end, a total of 22 employees wanted to go to the music festival, all of whom brought their partners, resulting in the number 44, which is considered unlucky.

The remaining employees who didn't go felt that money was the most worthwhile investment, so they chose to wait at the company to receive their share. They even held a welcome party at the entrance, encouraging those who went out to play to spend money like crazy and raise the average spending.

Chen Yiran rolled down the car window and first glanced at Emily next to Catherine. Catherine was compiling statistics, her sixth sense alarm going off. When she turned around and saw that it was the boss's car, she quickly came over and blocked Chen Yiran's view.

Chen Yiran coughed to ease the awkwardness: "Catherine, is everyone here?"

"That's it, forty-four of them. What were you looking at just now? Don't think I didn't see them."

She leaned her head in again and said to Lily, "Lily, let me tell you, he's a total womanizer, so you'd better watch out."

Lily nodded in agreement: "I've noticed it recently. A lot of people have been sending him photos on Twitter lately, and he's been checking them very frequently."

Chen Yiran quickly changed the subject: "Let's hurry up and go. It's a seven-hour journey, time is tight. Let's go, you guys just follow behind us."

For Chen Yiran, who had already crossed the United States, the scenery in this area was already familiar, but Lily was quite excited and took photos along the way.

Four hours passed quickly, and the group ate some pizza at the rest stop before continuing their journey.

At this point, the scenery along the roadside became interesting, with many wind turbines appearing.

The team leader in the front row was very perceptive. He had been silent all day, never interrupting Chen Yiran and Lily while they were talking. He then took the initiative to introduce the wind farm: "The San Gorgonio Pass Wind Farm was built in the 1980s and is one of the oldest and largest wind farms in the United States. There are thousands of turbines here. Isn't that futuristic?"

Chen Yiran glanced at the captain in the front row and nodded: "You're right, Nuno, this is indeed very sci-fi."

Once you cross this area, your destination won't be far away.

At 2:30 p.m., the convoy did not drive into Indio, the city where the Coachella Music Festival was held, but instead drove into La Quinta, which is located nearby.

La Quinta and Indio are both cities in Riverside County, California, located in the Coachella Valley, known for its resorts, golf courses, and music festivals.

However, La Quinta is a more affluent community with better facilities and a quieter atmosphere, so wealthy people who come to visit often choose to stay in La Quinta.

Once inside the city, the convoy split up, with Catherine leading the buses directly to the Ambassador Suites Hotel. This hotel is centrally located in La Quinta, less than a ten-minute drive from the Imperial Polo Club, the venue for the music festival.

Chen Yiran's convoy then turned into the private driveway of the Madison Club.

Madison Club is the most prestigious private club in Coachella Valley, operating for nearly two decades.

Previously, it mainly operated a members-only private club with recreational facilities such as a golf course, swimming pool, and tennis court.

Chen Yiran booked a villa at a resort estate that had just opened last year.

The area is surrounded by a low beige wall and palm trees, with a 24-hour security post at the entrance.

The security guard checked my identity very carefully before opening the door.

Chen Yiran booked two four-bedroom Spanish-style villas with Datong. The exterior walls were made of beige concrete that blended in with the surrounding desert, and the orange tiled roofs were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

The rectangular swimming pool in the backyard takes up most of the yard area, and there are no buildings blocking the view directly opposite the pool, offering a direct view of the Santa Rosa Mountains.

The rotation system for the twelve bodyguards has begun. The perimeter and preliminary reconnaissance teams have already gone to the music festival venue to scout routes, the four night shift bodyguards are resting and recuperating at the villa next door, and the two drivers have started cooking for the team. When they are on duty, they generally do not trust food from outside, and even on the way just now, they ate sandwiches that they carried with them.

Chen Yiran was too lazy to go out for a meal. He was still very tired after a day of traveling, and he began to complain about Catherine.

Actually, chartering a plane would be the fastest option, but when Catherine was compiling the statistics in the company group, she also included a poll on whether to travel by plane or by car.

The so-called halo effect of the "car-based nation" took effect, and only 4 people voted to fly! When Lily found out, she also strongly agreed to come by car.

Lily, seeing him muttering and laughing beside her, said, "Alright, alright, can we take a plane back?"

"We'll talk about it later. I'm too tired to think. Let's order something to eat quickly. By the way, when are your friends coming? You can invite them over too."

"It won't arrive until tomorrow, but I have a feeling you're thinking about something bad."

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense. Give me a ribeye steak, well-done."

Chen Yiran lay on the sofa, his mind wandering to the idea of ​​how easy it would be to pick up a fair-skinned, beautiful, big-breasted, blue-eyed girl.