Chapter 1238: Miscalculated (Please Subscribe!)

September 19th.

Africa.

Mozambique.

Capital Airport.

In front of a luxurious passenger car.

Gold Locke was holding an umbrella, staring at the distant sky. Next to him were the upper echelons of Mozambique, as it was the first time he, the President of Mozambique, came to the airport to receive someone since taking office.

Because their marginal small country

rarely has distinguished guests visiting.

This time,

Ken Qin had given considerable respect by sending the Vice President in person!

If it were before,

Where would Ken Qin be?

He probably wouldn't have any impression, but now, it has become an existence that cannot be ignored. Its domestic products are making crazy money globally, and its economic strength has also surged.

Now,

They have even reached the far ends of Mozambique's sight!

He checked his watch.