Chapter 1450 - : Sugar Cube Diplomacy (1/2)

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.

Obviously, he was a little surprised by the fact that Jiang Chen did not show up to greet him at the airport.

But at any rate, he was also a well-known celebrity on talk shows. This kind of small awkwardness was normal for Trump, so he didn’t mind at all. After a brief conversation with Zhang Yaping, he went to the Xin Presidential Palace along with the senior officials from Xin.

…

At noon, Xin Presidential Palace had set up a state banquet in the Heart of the Sea to welcome the delegation from UA.

The state banquet was not particularly pleasant. He constantly sipped on the wine while he searched in the banquet hall for Jiang Chen’s presence. However, the situation made him feel awkward again. It seemed that Jiang Chen did not plan to discuss sensitive issues with him in front of the media, so he did not attend the banquet at all.

At last, it was the end of the state banquet. Trump delegated the afternoon visit to the Xin Presidential Palace to his Secretary of State Rex Tillerson as he headed to the Future Building on the other side of Coro City.

At last, they met.

He finally met Jiang Chen in the meeting room of Future Building.

“I have been looking forward to this meeting for a long time ago. I didn’t expect it to be difficult to meet you,” Trump walked into the room, then said while he looked at Jiang Chen in front of the table.

“I just don’t want our conversation to be on someone’s talk show. According to my observations, compared to when you are in front of the camera, you are calmer in a place without it.” Jiang Chen smiled politely, made a gesture to Trump to invite him to take a seat, “It’s better for us, isn’t it?”

Trump pulled out a chair and sat down.

“Let the guest come to the door by themselves, is this the way you treat your guest?”

“You and Zhang Yaping are both presidents. It doesn’t seem to be impolite to let him greet you.” Jiang Chen smiled.

“Really?” Trump raised an eyebrow, and said in a meaningful tone, “Who doesn’t know that Zhang Yaping is a puppet.”

“It doesn’t matter whether he is a puppet or not, he also relied on votes to get to his current position,” Jiang Chen said, “Just like you.”

Trump was about to refute, but he found what Jiang Chen said made sense.

He also rose to power because of votes from the people of the UA.

Except that when Jiang Chen compared him to a puppet president, it still made him feel unpleasant.

Dear God, I became president because of my own abilities!

For now, Mr. Trump was still unaware of the roles Morgan and Rockefeller played behind this election.

“Enough of the nonsense, your time and my time are both precious, there is no need to waste it on irrelevant topics,” Trump waved his hand impatiently, then continued, “If you have no objection, let’s just get to today’s topic.”

If there were reporters standing here, he would still be interested in taking a tough stance and banter with Jiang Chen. However, since all the reporters and cameras were stopped downstairs at the door of Future Building, he lost his desire to act tough.