Three Boeing 747s formed a hunting party as they entered Huaxia's airspace. The middle plane was decorated in dazzling splendor, extravagantly luxurious, like a palace in the sky.
Inside this airborne behemoth, eleven people sat around a conference table.
At the head of the table sat an older middle-aged man. His hair was gray-white, his forehead broad, and he had a thin black mustache and a large mole beneath the corner of his mouth. Dressed in a black suit and tie, he looked imposing and dignified.
He was Saudi Prince Walid, hailed as the Arabian Buffett and known as the Middle East Stock God, one of the few people in the world capable of writing hundred-million-dollar checks.
When he was five, he had been exiled to Egypt with his father. He was later allowed to return home, and at twenty-two, he received $15,000 from his father and began his legendary investment career.
He was now the chairman of Saudi Kingdom Holding Company and Citigroup's largest individual shareholder, with stakes in world-class conglomerates such as Twitter, Apple Inc., Disney, Time Warner, Amazon, and Four Seasons Hotel.
In investment circles, he and Buffett were the eastern and western legends. He was close friends with Buffett and was known as the richest man in the Middle East.
He owned an Airbus A380, three Boeing planes, and a luxury yacht built at a cost of $600 million. While living in extreme luxury, he was also an exceptionally generous philanthropist.
To outsiders, he was a man with nearly perfect circumstances and experiences.
At that moment, Walid's calm gaze carried authority as it occasionally swept over the other ten people at the conference table. They were his think tank.
No one at the table dared slack off. They all knew their workaholic boss was an extremely