352: Chapter 352 Meeting

"Mr. Khalid, you want to see our boss?"

Xu Anqing asked with surprise, her expression somewhat strange; if he was hoping for him to agree, it would truly be a fantasy.

Khalid's attitude was very humble. "That is correct, Ms. Xu. I implore you to help me convey my request. Furthermore, I have admired Lin Fang for a long time."

Seeing that she was still hesitant, Khalid said decisively, "If I do not get to meet Lin Fang, I will not give up, no matter what."

Xu Anqing thought of Lin Fang, who was still in her office basking in the Sun. After a moment of thought, she spoke, "I can contact him, but whether he is willing to meet you is another matter."

"Thank you very much!" Khalid was overjoyed.

"I apologize, please excuse me for a moment," Xu Anqing said, walking out of the reception area.

Less than three minutes later, before Khalid's seat had even warmed up, a series of rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside the reception area, approaching from a distance. The next moment, the door to the reception area was pushed open.

A tall, well-built young man stepped inside. His eyes were an unfathomable, inky black. As his gaze swept across the reception area, it carried a composure and scrutiny of one long accustomed to being in a position of power, as if he could see through all the secrets hidden in a person's heart.

"You... are you Lin Fang?"

Khalid hurriedly stood up to meet him, looking a bit caught off guard, yet also carrying a mix of surprise and apprehension. At the same time, he extended his hands slightly, intending to offer a handshake.

"Lin Fang, my name is Khalid Mohammed. Hello, I really didn't expect you to be so young..."

"Mr. Khalid, I have heard of you,"

Lin Fang shook his hand lightly and said with a tone of slight admiration, "The movement you promoted in Saudi Arabia for the popularization of women's education and the right to autonomy in clothing, and the power of the change you sparked in the Middle East, is truly remarkable."

Before him, women in Saudi Arabia did not have the right to dress freely or attend school; they even had to cover themselves with a black cloth when walking on the street.

"You flatter me,"

Khalid looked delighted; it seemed that receiving praise from Lin Fang was quite gratifying to him. "I witnessed some tragic situations from a young age, and I vowed to change them. This is something I should have done."

"Compared to the vast business empire that Lin Fang has created at such a young age, it is truly not worth mentioning."

At this moment, the other national representatives in the reception area also reacted. With astonishment, they stood up to greet Lin Fang, and in an instant, he became the focus of everyone's attention.

Except for Bral, who was sitting to the side. Looking at this young man who was a few years younger than him, jealousy flashed in his eyes. It was the first time he had seen his uncle, a member of the royal family, act so servilely.

It was like a dog wagging its tail, begging for a reward from its Master.

Lin Fang...

Although this name was not widely known to the general public, Bral had heard others mention it more than once. This name was thunderous in the top-tier business circles and the core circles of power.

He founded Third-Party Technology, and in just a few short years, the company had become a business empire spanning energy, technology, and finance. Even superpowers like the Central Continent and the U.S. had to cooperate with it on equal terms.

Yet, even knowing all this, Bral still could not accept it. He was the future King of the Saudi royal family and thought very highly of himself; he was accustomed to others groveling before him. Seeing his uncle, who was usually stern toward him, acting so respectfully toward an outsider made him feel irritated.

"What is he acting like..." Bral subconsciously snorted coldly. The sound was not loud, but it was exceptionally abrupt in the reception area.

Everyone's gaze instantly turned toward Bral. Khalid's expression darkened slightly, and he scolded in a low voice, "Bral! Do not be rude!"

Bral felt a sense of dread the moment he spoke. Seeing everyone's gaze turning toward him, especially after the gaze of the young man in the center, his heart became even more panicked.

Because Bral suddenly felt as if he were being stared at by the God of Death, and an indescribable chill enveloped him.

Lin Fang frowned as he looked at him and said, "Where did this ugly thing come from?"

"Lin Fang, I am very sorry. This is a misunderstanding; he was reckless," Khalid hurriedly stepped forward to say, while signaling to Bral with his eyes.

Bral, who had been called an ugly thing, flushed red. He had never suffered such humiliation, but he also understood that this was not the time for him to lose his temper.

Bral suppressed his unhappiness and said in stiff U.S. English, "Lin Fang, please forgive my ignorance and offense. I... I am ashamed of my words and actions."

Seeing that he had finally settled down, Khalid breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to Lin Fang, his face full of an apologetic smile. "Lin Fang, my nephew is young and ignorant, and he has been spoiled. You, My Lord, are of great generosity; please do not take it to heart."

"It does not matter..." Lin Fang's lips curled upward, as if the previous episode were insignificant. He also returned to his previous calm. "It is inevitable for young people to be hot-headed. Mr. Khalid, there is no need to be too harsh. Let us sit down and talk."

Khalid apologized once more and sat down opposite Lin Fang. He waved his hand, and the female secretary behind him immediately stepped forward and placed a proposal document in front of Lin Fang.

"Mr. Lin, let me explain to you regarding our Saudi..."

"That is unnecessary," Lin Fang interrupted her and asked directly, "Mr. Khalid, Manager Xu told me your purpose. Since you came specifically to find me, it shouldn't just be to repeat your talking points, right?"

"Lin Fang, is there really no possibility for us to cooperate? The promotion of nuclear energy will plunge our country into an unprecedented predicament. The decline of the traditional oil industry is irreversible, and millions of people who rely on energy exports will face unemployment."

Khalid looked full of pleading. "As a prince, I need to secure some buffer time for our country."

"That is not something I need to consider. Mr. Khalid, please return," Lin Fang sighed. "The popularization of nuclear energy is an inevitability of the era, just like when oil replaced coal, or when steam power forced horse-drawn carriages to exit the historical stage. The trend is irreversible."

"I can increase the price. How about I give you a 60% share of the oil?" Khalid refused to give up and put forward his highest offer.

"If you agree, I can immediately transfer 500 billion U.S. dollars to the Third-Party Technology account."

Hearing this, a look of amusement appeared on Lin Fang's face. It was the first time he had been pelted with money, but unfortunately...

"Mr. Khalid, to be honest, I never had any intention of cooperating. The oil era has already passed. You should just accept reality."

Lin Fang's expression was indifferent.

This arrogant attitude made the people from other countries sitting nearby feel anxious. Seeing that no matter what Khalid said, the young man remained unmoved, a bearded man from Iraq began to look at Lin Fang with hostile eyes.