The destination was the Stockholm Grand Hotel.
Just like before, over the past few years, the Nobel Prize Foundation would contract the entire hotel to provide services only for Nobel Prize winners and their families.
The only difference was that this time, the atmosphere was quite grand.
Lu Zhou saw checkpoints set up by the local special police, and almost all of the roads leading to the hotel were traffic controlled. Passing vehicles were all inspected.
"This year's security seems extra strong?"
Wang Peng smiled and explained, "After all, there are distinguished guests coming. This is normal."
Lu Zhou: "But this is a bit ridiculous."
"It's not ridiculous at all," the driver in the front seat interjected with a smile. He said, "In some sense, they are more afraid of something going wrong than we are. It is better to be safe than sorry."
While they were talking, the convoy had reached the entrance of the Stockholm Grand Hotel.
