Huadu Yuanhang Airport.
Song Weiliang held up a welcome sign, standing at the forefront of the crowd, his face full of excitement.
At the exit, a group of security personnel in black suits and sunglasses walked out.
And in the center of the security personnel, there was a young man with white hair, with a typical Western European face, about 30 years old.
As they walked out, the surrounding passengers retreated one after another.
"Mr. Caesar Du, do you remember me?"
Song Weiliang hurriedly stepped forward, but was stopped by the security personnel. Instead of showing any dissatisfaction, he spoke with a flattering tone.
"Kaisen, this is my old friend from when I studied at Ivy League."
The young man with white hair smiled faintly, with a slight arrogance on his face.
"Song Weiliang, it's been a long time. Why did you return to this poor country?"
