Fortunately, Jiang Siming did not keep chatting with Brother Bear. After saying a few words, he began addressing President.
"Mr. Deng, I've long admired your name."
Upon hearing this, President immediately put on his kindest smile, walked over, and reached out to shake Jiang Siming's hand. "No, before I took office, I was just a nobody. It's Mr. Jiang who is truly famous."
"I've heard countless times about your reputation and the news surrounding you over the past few years. I truly admire you."
"To be honest, I'm actually a basketball fan of yours. Chinese kung fu combined with basketball—what a pity you never appeared on an NBA court."
"Otherwise, even if you only played basketball, Mr. Jiang, your status could have surpassed Jordan's, making you the most famous basketball superstar!"
President was far more glib than President Trump had been.
Even knowing these flattering words were insincere, Jiang Siming still found them very pleasing to hear.
No wonder President Trump had been kicked out of office so easily. With this eloquence and acting ability, if he casually said a few lines during a campaign speech, wouldn't the people be eager to tear out their hearts and give them to him?
"Mr. Deng, you're too kind. No matter how famous I am, I'm still just an ordinary citizen. You're the true big shot. Being able to sit in the top seat of the United States definitely means you're no empty pretender," Jiang Siming said calmly.
President felt incomparably comfortable too, as if he had just enjoyed a full spa treatment.
He never took other people's praise to heart, no matter who praised him.
But Jiang Siming was different. What kind of status did he have, and what level of ability?
Especially since President Trump had been his mortal enemy.
Moreover,