Chapter 462: Lu Xiting

"It certainly seems so, though I wonder what other programs Rahman has prepared."

Wei Rusi nodded, her mind still filled with the images from just a moment ago.

Those young ladies were truly something—supple waists, shapely thighs; they were clearly top-tier.

With figures like that, usually... It was just a pity that Zheng Qian was by her side, making it hard to find a chance to strike up a conversation.

Hmm...

If she had been soaking in the hot spring alone, surely they wouldn't have refused if she had made some "other" requests, right?

Rahman's taste was actually quite good; she might have to come back and experience it alone sometime.

But as she thought about it, images of Zheng Qian popped into her head.

She absolutely couldn't tell Jin Lu! It was just too embarrassing!

"Hi! My dear friend Zheng Qian!"

As soon as the two of them stepped into the small banquet hall, a burly man walked over.

He hugged Zheng Qian tightly and said enthusiastically, "Thank you so much for your contribution to our charitable foundation. With your support, I believe those in need will be very happy!"

Zheng Qian smiled noncommittally.

Would this money really be used for charity, or would it ultimately become a political contribution?

"Mr. Rahman, you look even more energetic than I imagined. Clearly, a small place like Sohar is not enough for you to display your talents; you need a bigger stage."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, and... thank you for the hospitality just now."

Zheng Qian said, blinking.

Rahman's eyes lit up, revealing a look that all men understood.

He grabbed a passing waiter, handed champagne flutes to Zheng Qian and Wei Rusi respectively, clinked glasses enthusiastically, and said meaningfully, "Cheers to our friendship."

"Your female companion is truly beautiful, a typical Eastern beauty. I hope the hospitality just now won't make her jealous."

Rahman's words were quite interesting.

He didn't say girlfriend, or wife, but female companion.

The term "female companion" was much more ambiguous.

As the translator, Wei Rusi naturally felt her cheeks flush a little, but she often attended such banquets, so she didn't feel offended.

After chatting for a while, Rahman let them take a break so he could entertain other guests.

Zheng Qian strolled around with his wine glass and noticed a few things.

Those attending this small gathering were likely wealthy and influential figures from various places.

There were even a few he seemed to have seen on television; clearly, Rahman's ambition was not small.

"Everyone here today is very wealthy. It seems the threshold to get here is not low; at the very least, one needs a net worth of several hundred million US dollars. I wonder if hosting a gathering like this will make the Sultan overthink things."

Wei Rusi took a shallow sip of her wine and said meaningfully.

Zheng Qian shrugged and looked around with a smile. "Times have changed. If this were in the past, with the old emperor still alive, a second prince wanting the throne would never secretly associate with officials; that would lead to severe suspicion, and people could die. But now, that's not the trend. In my opinion, this country is just like a company: whoever can seize the largest share can be the king."

Wei Rusi nodded slightly, agreeing with Zheng Qian's view.

She understood that Rahman often organized such gatherings, and his brother Rahad did the same.

Both were currently seizing opportunities to make achievements, hoping to make more allies and gain strong support when the final succession of the throne was settled.

After all, such an opportunity was truly rare.

Generally, in countries here, successors are designated early unless there are no heirs.

But right now, until The Old Sultan was about to be laid to rest, no decision had been made on who would inherit the throne; such a situation was indeed very rare.

Rahman was truly grateful to his brother; if not for Rahad's major mistake back then, it wouldn't be his turn to covet it now.

The reason Zheng Qian decided to ultimately establish his bank headquarters in this country was also because he had considered many factors.

First, it was safe enough here.

He could rest assured putting hundreds of billions, or even trillions in the future, of funds here.

Oman was different from other countries in the Middle East; it was currently still a member of the Commonwealth.

The wars here had not affected it a few times, and it had managed to stay out of it, which Zheng Qian was very satisfied with.

Secondly, the financial policies here were friendly enough.

Both reasons were indispensable. Compared to Oman, those island nations that were also so-called international financial havens seemed somewhat unsuitable.

If the policies were good but it wasn't safe, in his view, it had no meaning.

He didn't just want to create an offshore risk-avoidance transit station; he wanted a stable financial entity.

It just happened to coincide with the replacement of their current leadership team, and Zheng Qian found some new fun in it.

At the moment, Rahman's attitude was a bit ambiguous; he seemed neither cold nor hot towards him.

"Yo, Wei Rusi? To think I'd see you here?"

Just as Wei Rusi and Zheng Qian were discussing the current situation, a young man walked over with a wine glass.

Upon seeing him, Wei Rusi instinctively frowned, a flash of displeasure crossing her face.

"It seems the outside rumors are true? Dawei Capital has found a new way out, planning to take root abroad and then storm back into the United States to achieve a roundabout national salvation? To recreate your past glory?"

The young man was very handsome, with very three-dimensional facial features, high brow bones, and deep-set eyes.

He was full of masculinity, but that smirk added a bit of dissonance.

"His name is Lu Xiting, and his family also does energy business in the United States.

I guess his appearance in the Middle East this time might be because he has his eye on some oil fields or something; previously... he had some small conflicts with our family."

Wei Rusi introduced him to Zheng Qian in a low voice.

Lu Xiting frowned, his eyes flashing with obvious displeasure.

This Wei Rusi... she didn't answer me immediately, but instead spoke to the man beside her?

Who is he?

"Young Master Lu, if you only came to mock our family, then there's no need."

"Dawei Capital was already dissolved when my father died.

It's you who shouldn't be staying properly in the United States, accompanying your fiancée, and coming here for romance; be careful, or you won't be able to handle the consequences when you go back."

Hearing this, Lu Xiting's brow twitched slightly.

It seemed he was quite wary of his fiancée.

But immediately, he sneered, swept a glance at Zheng Qian with a smirk, and couldn't help but say:

"However, it's truly a rare thing to see a man by your side, standing so close.

Could it be... our famous femme fatale has been corrected?"