The guests looked at Ye Chen and Su Ningshuang with furrowed brows, appearing quite dissatisfied.
"Mahamad has arrived."
Moises noticed the arrival of this guest and happily went over to greet him. This Mahmoud and Moises were from the same country. Mahmoud had only been in China for a short time because of business.
"Didn't you say this was our private gathering? How come there are a few Chinese people here?"
Facing the smiling Moises, Mahmoud questioned him unhappily. He didn't want his private banquet to be disturbed by outsiders, especially a Chinese person.
“Well, Mr. Ye is my friend, and his identity is quite extraordinary. He is qualified to participate in our gathering.”
Moises lowered his voice and quietly explained to Mahmoud that, after all, he was the organizer of the party and had the right to invite whomever he wanted.
"hehe........."
Mahmoud sneered, looking down on Ye Chen and his fellow Chinese.
"Judging from what you're saying, it seems you're on this Chinese man's side, and even acting like you're willing to be his lackey?"
Mahmoud questioned.
"It wouldn't hurt to get to know Mr. Ye, build a good relationship with him, and even become his subordinate."
Moises said nonchalantly.
"Heh, to be a lackey of a Chinese person? How laughable. You've really disgraced yourself."
Mahmoud was sarcastic towards Moises.
"Since you don't want to get rid of him, then I'll help you out."
Mahmoud didn't want to see Ye Chen. He felt that Ye Chen and Su Ningshuang's presence would affect his appetite, so he took it upon himself to kick Ye Chen and the others out.
Having said that, before Moises could object, Mahmoud walked toward Ye Chen with hostility, preparing to dismiss him. Just as Moises was about to stop him, two more footsteps approached, and two new guests arrived.
One of the guests was someone both Moises and Mahmoud knew, a wealthy man from the Middle East. The other guest, however, was someone they had never met before, though judging from his attire, he was likely also from the Middle East.
"Let me introduce you, Mr. Adabote, he is an executive at the First Royal Bank of the oil-producing country."
The wealthy man Moises knew introduced the person next to him.
"An executive at the First Royal Bank of an oil-producing country? Impressive, Mr. Adabote."
Moises immediately went over to greet him. This Mr. Adabote's identity was somewhat terrifying; he was actually from the First Royal Bank of the oil-producing country. He was someone you couldn't afford to offend.
Even Mahmoud, who was about to kick Ye Chen out, stopped immediately after hearing Mr. Adab's identity. He couldn't care less about getting rid of Ye Chen at that moment. He turned around and quickly walked over to Mr. Adab, wanting to show his face.
After shaking hands with Moises, Adabote's gaze shifted, and his expression suddenly changed drastically, looking utterly astonished.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, Moises reached out his hand from a distance and strode forward.
"Wow, is Mr. Adabote so enthusiastic? He came up and shook hands with me before I even got close?"
Mahmoud felt a sense of pride when he saw Adalbert walking towards him.
It seems even this high-ranking executive of the Royal Bank of the prestigious oil-producing country knows me and is actively trying to befriend me. This is quite a status symbol.
Mahmoud's face showed a proud expression, and he stopped puffing out his chest. However, just as Mahmoud was about to show off to Moises, Adab walked straight past him.
Mahmoud was immediately stunned. What did that mean? What did Mr. Adabote mean?
"Dear Mr. Ye, hello."
Upon arriving in front of Ye Chen, Adabote bowed to greet him with utmost humility.
Seeing this, everyone present was stunned, especially Mahmoud, who couldn't believe his eyes!
This is a senior executive of the First Royal Bank of an oil-producing country, a big shot in their eyes. Is he really being so respectful to a Chinese person?
"I forgot to introduce myself, Mr. Ye. I am the head of services for top VIPs at the First Royal Bank of the Oil Country."
Adairbert explains himself.
The Mastercard Black Card from First Royal Bank of the oil-producing country is the most prestigious VIP card offered by First Royal Bank of the oil-producing country. Each Mastercard Black Card holder is assigned a dedicated service representative.
And Adabote was the person in charge of managing these service personnel at the First Royal Bank of the oil-producing country.
Very few people in the world possess a Mastercard Black Card from the Royal Bank of the oil-producing country, and most of them are from the Middle East. Among all these top VIPs, Ye Chen, such a young Chinese man, naturally left a deep impression on Adabote.
"Oh, hello."
Seeing Adabote extend his hand, Ye Chen shook hands with him. Ye Chen had a very good impression of the First Royal Bank of the oil-producing country; the bank was very efficient.
"Mr. Adbert, is Mr. Ye also a VIP of your oil-producing country's First Royal Bank?"
Moises asked curiously.
"No, to be more precise, Mr. Ye is the owner of a Mastercard Black Card from the Royal Bank of our oil-producing country, and is a top-tier VIP."
Adairbert corrected.
The most elite VIPs?!
After hearing what Adalbert said, Mahmoud was stunned, as if struck by lightning, his face turning extremely pale.
At this moment, he finally understood why Moises was willing to be this Chinese man's underling; he truly deserved it.
Let alone them, even their fathers might not be able to become the top VIPs of the Royal Bank of the oil-producing country.
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