Meeting with Tang Qing.
It was his sudden idea.
As he said.
Indeed, just a casual chat.
He wanted to see what was special about this young man who, in three years, went from nothing to becoming the world's second-richest tycoon. Three years, over a hundred billion dollars in net worth, not inherited.
Truly dazzling.
In contrast to the younger generation of Saudi Arabia.
Sigh.
Far too behind.
"The future of Saudi Arabia?" Tang Qing squinted his eyes.
Interesting.
You, a king, asking me, a foreign businessman. If you weren't idle, you certainly wouldn't say this. Well, since you're idle, I'll keep you company to chat a bit, kill some time.
"Saudi Arabia, it's quite troublesome." Tang Qing changed his tone.
The King was stunned.
Troublesome?
Shouldn't you say something nice?
"How is it troublesome?"
"Hard to say, it's just a feeling." Tang Qing made a face as if he foresaw something bad, looking troubled, as if it was indeed something real.
Seeing this.
