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Chapter 1643 - 1475. Wedding (Subscription Requested!)

Chapter 1643: 1475. Wedding (Subscription Requested!)

Especially a few Saudi princes.

That project.

Tsk tsk.

It’s really a bit ’naive’. It’s either mining, or oil extraction, or something like hotels, movies, real estate, etc. Seriously, have you even bothered to know what we do?

Boring.

This also shows that not all Saudi princes are at the same level.

Even Ayman only wanted to involve me in oilfield Investment after knowing me for quite a while. In our first meeting, you focus on my money, are we that close?

"Sorry, no business talks today."

Regarding this.

Tang Qing has a standard response.

This made those princes quite disappointed. Finally encountering a big financier, it seems they’re not hopeful to get even a small gold nugget. Looking at Ayman, envy filled their eyes.

During this time.

By relying on investing with Tang Qing.

Ayman made a fortune.

It’s not the same as those getting royal dividends, which aren’t much. With so many princes, each can only maintain a certain luxurious lifestyle, but Ayman has broken free.

They also wanted to invest for profits.

But.

Most of the time, it ends in losses.

In a corner.

A few rejected princes watched Dumai, who was laughing and talking with Tang Qing, feeling unbalanced.

"Just has a bit of money, what’s there to flaunt."

Little did they know.

In the eyes of ordinary people.

That’s the same image he has.

"Exactly."

"Ayman sure is lucky, met Tang Qing while on vacation. At that time he didn’t have much money. Had I known, I’d have invested in his companies, big profits for sure."

"Just Microcrystalline Technology alone has a market value exceeding 100 billion dollars, investing in any of the three listing companies would be a skyrocket."

"No chance now."

"Amazing Huaxia."

"He doesn’t seem to have any background, in Huaxia, I think he’ll eventually be swallowed up." One prince muttered, gloating, which is the ’standard curse’ when one is unhappy with someone.

"..."

They didn’t realize.

These words.

Were heard crystal clear by Tang Qing, even in Arabic, it didn’t stump Tang Qing. As for these princes’ complaints, Tang Qing slightly shook his head, hopeless. They used to rely too much on the royal family.

Gradually.

The dependency roots deeply.

Laziness.

Has become something contagious. This is why among thousands of Saudi princes, few are outstanding, barely any are well-known in the global economic and technology fields.

After eating camel.

Return trip.

Ayman had to see off guests, Tang Qing and Dumai’s family headed back first.

"Why not come over to my place for a bit." Tang Qing extended an invitation.

"Excuse us then."

"No problem, it’s still early, and I can’t sleep anyway."

"That sounds good."

Dumai’s family of three followed into the living room.

"Make yourselves at home."

"Okay."

At this moment.

Fighter served tea.

"Please."

"This.."

Dumai’s eyes lit up.

It’s that kind of tea.

And there are at least a dozen leaves in this cup.

So extravagant.

When Dumai drinks, it’s typically with one leaf at a time, changing the water at least six times until the taste dilutes to a certain level. Even putting two leaves in is rare. But Tang Qing uses more than a dozen?

"Daddy, so many tea leaves," Rahaf said cutely.

Dumai said, "Thank your brother quickly."

"Thank you, brother."

In Dumai’s view.

This was already a grand welcome. Just didn’t expect Tang Qing to also have this tea. Well, if Ayman had access, it wouldn’t be surprising for Tang Qing, the richest man from the homeland of tea culture, to have some.

"You’re welcome."

After a while.

Ayman returned.

Seeing the table filled with what Dumai deemed ’luxury goods’, he glanced right, cheerfully walked over, and found in the empty tea cabinet a box of tea that could only be seen at Tang Qing’s home.

Grabbed dozens of leaves.

Gulped and brewed himself a large cup.

After sitting down.

Hugged it without letting go.

"Delicious, haven’t drunk so satisfyingly in a long time," Ayman praised.

"You’re so wasteful," Dumai hurriedly said.

Such precious tea leaves.

You’re treating it like sugar beans.

"What’s the big deal, Tang has plenty. Oh right, Tang, could you give me two more kilos each month so I can occasionally enjoy this feeling?" Ayman asked.

"Plenty? He gives them to you?" Dumai’s voice rose a few notches.

"You didn’t know?"

Ayman was stunned.

Then looked bitter, blaming his mouth for accidentally revealing the source of the tea. Tang Qing didn’t say a word, of course, Tang Qing likes the high-profile within low-key and doesn’t like to show off.

"Ayman’s tea is given by you?" Dumai and his wife looked at Tang Qing in surprise.

"Yes."

"Is there anywhere to buy them?"

Dumai asked carefully.

"For now, only with me. Ayman, going forward each month, allocate two ounces to Dumai. I will send more." Tang Qing said. Although they just met, he had a pretty good impression of Dumai.

"Okay."

Hearing that his portion wouldn’t be reduced.

Ayman agreed readily.

"Thanks, Tang, I will keep it a secret," Dumai was overjoyed.

Two ounces.

Not sure what unit it is, weight or packaging? But it shouldn’t be too little. In a short while, after drinking a big cup of tea, Ayman didn’t care about keeping up appearances, even taking the cup with him.

Not brewing more times.

Would be a waste.

...

The next day.

Ayman’s wedding officially took place.

No frills.

Just conventional.

No way, the customs here are like that, especially the royal family prefers tradition. However, what surprised Tang Qing was that the current Saudi king actually attended the wedding.

This isn’t common.

The royal family.

Isn’t just any small family.

In ordinary families, the grandfather’s brothers count as very close relations. The younger generation’s weddings are attended to give blessings. But for a royal family where princes number in thousands, plus even more princesses.

Unless it’s a direct descendant.

Rarely come in person.

After the ceremony.

Ayman officially became a married man.

While dispersing.

A man in a white robe came up to Tang Qing, smiling, "Mr. Tang, I’m the king’s household affairs assistant. I wonder if you’re available at four this afternoon. Our king would like to meet you."

This invitation.

Truly unusual.

A king’s audience.

Divides into formal and informal meetings, the former requiring notice days in advance with media and journalists attending, and the topic set prior. Informal meetings are much simpler.

"Sure," Tang Qing said.

It’s just the king.

Too lazy to ask why.

No doubt it’s about money.

"Our people will come to pick you up in advance."

"Alright."

The scene of Tang Qing chatting with the assistant was noticed by many. It seems that Tang Qing, this world-class tycoon, even wealth only second to that reserved under the ERV, couldn’t let the Saudi king remain calm.

...

In the afternoon.

Tang Qing was taken to the king’s royal palace.

"Please."

Following the household officer.

Arrived at the main hall, the king was already approaching him with a face full of enthusiasm, which of course, the sincerity of which was uncertain.

Walked over with ease.

Shook hands.

"Hello, Mr. King."

"Tang, welcome to Saudi."

Tang Qing smiled at the king. He didn’t feel particularly respectful, after all, they weren’t from the same country. "I wonder, what business does the king have summoning me?"

Everyone’s time is precious.

No need to beat around the bush.

The king chuckled, this Tang Qing is interesting, neither praising his achievements nor complimenting Saudi. Such a direct Huaxia person, it was his first time meeting.

Interesting.

"Actually, I just want to have a casual chat with you. Your achievements in Business are obvious. Since you advised Ayman to invest in Saudi’s future, I’d like to hear your thoughts on Saudi’s future?"