Once again, Pierre arrived in Havana. The person picking him up at the airport was still Song Bing.
"Pierre."
Unlike before, Song Bing now greeted him with genuine warmth. When had this change started?
Probably a few months ago, after he donated a large amount of military supplies to China. Since then, the way everyone looked at him had changed.
At first, people just thought he was rich. But later?
When the title of "Presidential Envoy" got out, people's gazes became even more complicated.
Envious, respectful... all kinds of looks, with all kinds of motives. Pierre had gotten used to it all.
After getting in the car, Song Bing looked at the man beside her and said,
"Pierre, my father heard you were coming and would like to invite you to our house to discuss the next phase of cooperation."
"Sure, I have something to discuss with Uncle Song as well."
Pierre did indeed have business with Song Chengjun.
