Since Mohammed had said all that, Wang Yi didn't ask any more questions. He said to Mohammed,
"Of course I'd love to go, but this concerns the whole team, so I can't decide on my own. You'll have to contact the person in charge of our team first."
Mohammed's voice came through the phone. "Of course. I've already had someone get in touch. I just wanted to give you a heads-up so you'd be prepared."
In fact, Mohammed had seen how much Tamim had gained from Wang Yi, and he was a little envious. He also regretted not having clung tightly to Wang Yi's coattails from the start.
Just look at Tamim, the King of Qatar. From the moment he first met Wang Yi, he'd held on to him for dear life.
He'd even bought an NBA team for Wang Yi.
And he paid Wang Yi an astronomical salary every year.
As a result, he'd earned Wang Yi's favor. For many cooperative projects, Wang Yi would talk to Tamim first.
With Wang Yi as a bridge, many joint projects between Qatar and China had become possible.
Qatar had also built many facilities and tourism projects connected to Wang Yi.
It was said that some of those projects had already started turning a profit this year.
It was expected that all the projects would be profitable within the next three to five years.
Mohammed himself had only belatedly realized that he should get close to Wang Yi, but time waited for no one.
Wang Yi was already thirty-six. He'd said he would retire after, at most, another two years.
Even if Mohammed held on to him tightly, he'd only have those two years to gain the most from the relationship.
And if he signed on to more projects with Wang Yi