Chapter 1000 - Moscow Trip (1/2)

The 2019 Celestial Trade Outer Space Resource Development Plan was like a giant rock tossed into the middle of a quiet lake.

Investors from different countries flocked in along with the immigrants. Xin welcomed its third immigration wave, and the scale was far greater than the previous two waves, even surpassing the sum of the previous two.

More houses were being built in Celestial City, but the city still couldn’t catch up to the population growth.

With the increase in the development of space resources, new industries were born and new gadgets appeared in the market in this city floating around the synchronous orbit every day. Those who originally held a pessimistic view of the commercial value of the space elevator put down their dignity and poured into Xin.

Anyone could see the business opportunities and broad prospects.

If Xin was only an ideal immigrant country a year ago, it was now a paradise for immigrants.

Talents from all walks of life could find a suitable job in Celestial City, even if they didn’t know how to do anything before. After half a year of training in the Astronaut Training Center on Ange Island, they could even pilot a spacecraft on the geosynchronous orbit.

These immigrants were not only from Hua but also from the other side of the globe such as Canada, the United Kingdom, nearby Southeast Asia and distant Russia. Police drones helped to maintain order. These immigrants from all over the world didn’t ruin the security of Xin. Instead, they brought their culture to the new country and contributed to the diversification and compatibility of the country’s diverse culture.

It wasn’t just grassroots movement but also international capital.

After the development forum, private companies already had a taste of the opportunities available. With approval from their government, public institutions linked to the aerospace sector also joined in. They had begun to develop their own space technology with the help of the space elevator platform.

Everyone wanted to participate, and no one wanted to lag behind in the undeveloped space.

Zhang Yaping didn’t have time to feel bothered by election campaigns. Actions were always stronger than words. Celestial Trade took control of his election work and instead, he spent all day with the diplomats of different countries to obtain more benefits for Celestial Trade.

While he was busy, his days were quite enjoyable. He just attended the banquet of the Russian Embassy the day before. Today, he was chatting with the UA ambassador in a private hall.

On the evening of April 20th, a private jet landed at Moscow International Airport under the mask of night.

There was no grand ceremony and there were no crowded reporters, but the Kremlin welcomed this special and distinguished visitor with the highest diplomatic etiquette.

Surrounded by several burly and hairy men, Jiang Chen sat in a black long limousine. He couldn’t tell the name of the vehicle from the outside, but the lavishness inside made him think about purchasing one for himself. While pondering it, a security department agent had already respectfully opened the door for him.

Other than the Russian Foreign Minister, Jiang Chen also saw an unexpected person.

“Oh? You came to pick me up. I thought you were doing damage on the Russian border.”

It was Natasha. She was wearing a lady’s suit, her long blond hair was tied into a ponytail and she looked quite formal. The only thing that wasn’t too “formal” was probably her bulging chest. Jiang Chen had only not seen her for half a month, yet he felt it already got bigger. The buttons on the white shirt seemed to be crying in agony, ready to explode at any second. But for some odd reason, her waist still looked so thin.

Eastern Europeans’ body proportions always amazed him.

Natasha didn’t care about Jiang Chen staring at her chest, but she expressed a considerable degree of dissatisfaction with his first sentence, and she retorted back, “Let me correct one point-intelligence gathering and causing destruction are two different things. Please don’t take the nature of my work and…”

“Ahem.”

The Russian who was sitting directly across from him coughed, and Natasha quickly closed her mouth.

Jiang Chen sat next to Natasha and examined the man across from him. Of course, he knew the identity of the Foreign Minister. But what alerted him was that from his attitude, Natasha’s identity didn’t seem so simple either.