Chương 1450: Sugar Cube Diplomacy

In the early morning of February 10th, a silver-white jet landed on the runway of Coro International Airport.

Surrounded by a group of men and women in suit, Trump walked down the gangway with his head held high, waved to the cameras on both sides, and went up to Zhang Yaping. He smiled and shook hands with him. No matter how tense the relation between the two countries, they still had to appear friendly.

"On behalf of the people of Xin, welcome."

"Thank you. On behalf of the people of the UA, I would like to express my gratitude to you for your warm welcome..." After Trump let go of Zhang Yaping's right hand, he looked around the airport, "Why do I feel... There seems to be someone missing here?"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yaping asked.

"Jiang Chen."

"Oh, you mean Mr. Jiang," Zhang Yaping said with a smile. "He is waiting for you in Future Building."

Trump raised an eyebrow.