In late April, a blue and white private jet successfully arrived at New York Airport.
As Lu Liang stepped out of the cabin, he saw that a crowd had already gathered at the foot of the boarding stairs, including Delimei's Hilt, Harris, JPMorgan Chase's Wilson, and Zhang Yang, the head of Tianxing Finance's US office, along with their entourage.
He suddenly laughed; after two years, he was once again stepping onto the soil of North America, and now he was no longer alone.
"BOSS, welcome to New York."
Harris beamed, walking briskly forward. His choice of words was careful, and he humorously saluted Lu Liang, like a soldier receiving a general's review.
Lu Liang couldn't help but chuckle, greeted everyone, and finally turned his gaze to Wilson: "How's work been going lately?"
