When Jiang Chen went in, he noticed that at least ten pairs of eyes were focused on him. But he didn't care and continued as if nothing had happened.
"Surprised?" Putin raised an eyebrow and gestured at him to sit with his empty hand.
"Indeed." Jiang Chen shrugged and sat down across from him. Jiang Chen nodded to a waiter who handed some champagne to him then he looked at the leader of the fighters' nation. "I heard the Minister of Foreign Affairs say that you were in the Crimean Peninsula inspecting the frontlines and wouldn't return to Moscow for three days."
Both of them spoke good English and didn't need to communicate through translation.
Gently toasting with Jiang Chen, Putin drank the champagne in the cup and handed the goblet to the waiter.
"If you want to fool your enemies, you must first fool yourself."
"Do you still need to be careful in Moscow?" Jiang Chen returned the goblet to the waiter as he joked.
