"Congratulations, Kevin."
A restaurant staff member came over with someone in tow.
Huang Kaiwen thought carefully. The man was probably from Saudi Arabia's sovereign wealth fund.
The people at the top of these profit-making funds were all members of the Saudi royal family.
Though he could not recall the man's name right away, Huang Kaiwen still smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, but what exactly are you congratulating us on?"
His memory was excellent.
But he had encountered few Islamic names, so they were harder to remember. They all looked quite similar.
A few decades ago, Western names had been much the same. Few people could tell Elizabeth from Isabel.
"I'm congratulating you on finding a worthy opponent. China National Team's players have always been Spain's greatest nemesis," the man said with a wink.
These high-ranking figures had generally studied in Europe or the United States.
In fact, in many ways, they were nothing like the stereotypical image people had of men in white headscarves.
"Spain is very strong. Without playing the match, I can't guarantee anything," Huang Kaiwen said.
As the saying went, excessive courtesy always came with a request.
The excuse was so forced that there was probably something urgent behind it.
"I've had lunch prepared. I'd like to invite you over to eat with me now," the man said.
"Where?"
When Huang Kaiwen reached the rooftop, he saw a helicopter.
He was not short on money, but he still felt using that kind of transport for travel was rather excessive.
With Ramos accompanying him, Huang Kaiwen learned the man's name along the way.
Ahmed Adile Abdul Aziz.
As expected, he was royalty.
In domestic news briefings, National Television sometimes referred to people only by the surname Abdul Aziz. If their positions were not mentioned, one might