bayedsolid Chapter 382 A Gift for the Boss of Paris Saint-Germain
Chapter 382 A Gift for the Boss of Paris Saint-Germain
"It's alright." Wang Xiucheng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when someone praised him to his face.
"Oh, Fahad, I brought you a small gift. I'll give it to you at the hotel later."
"Really?" Fahad was so excited that he couldn't wait to find out what gift Wang Xiucheng had brought him.
"Also, is Mr. Jassim here?" Wang Xiucheng continued to ask.
Compared to Fahad, Jassim's trip to Saudi Arabia was clearly more important this time.
"Of course, Mr. Jassim will naturally be there for such an important horse racing event."
Wang Xiucheng nodded; with Jassim's arrival, his plans would proceed more smoothly.
Half an hour later, Wang Xiucheng and his group arrived at the Royal Hotel.
This hotel doesn't have a star rating because ordinary people simply aren't qualified to stay here.
"Star rating" is meaningless for this hotel.
Only members of the Saudi royal family, or those invited by the royal family, are allowed to stay.
Even though it was late at night, the square in front of the hotel was still brightly lit.
Many people wearing white headscarves were strolling around the square.
As soon as Wang Xiucheng's car stopped, the waiter immediately came over and opened the door.
Wang Xiucheng and Fahad entered the hotel, followed by Ma Wei and his two companions, each carrying a simple suitcase.
Soon, Fahad completed the check-in procedures and led Wang Xiucheng to the 36th floor.
Upon entering the 36th floor, Wang Xiucheng was shocked to discover that it seemed there was no main entrance to the 36th floor.
Or rather, the entire 36 floors are a single unit.
“The hotel here only has one room per floor, but now the entire 36th floor belongs to Mr. Wang.”
Wang Xiucheng nodded. These people with white headscarves were indeed wealthy and knew how to enjoy life.
"Oh, right." Wang Xiucheng took a notebook out of Wu Jia's suitcase.
"Here are some NBA player autographs I've collected over the past few days. I hope you like them."
Farhad's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he eagerly opened the notebook.
Fearing that Farhad might not recognize the players' flamboyant handwriting, Wang Xiucheng even provided explanations.
"This is Durant, this is James, this is Lillard, this is Stephen Curry and Seth Curry, they signed together, this is Doncic, this is Jokic..."
"Thank you, Mr. Wang, I really like this gift." Fahad carefully closed the notebook, as if afraid of dropping it on the ground.
“Is Mr. Jassim asleep? I also have a gift for him,” Wang Xiucheng said.
Farhad took out his phone, dialed a number, and quickly received an answer.
“Mr. Jassim is still awake. He lives on the 55th floor. I’ll take you there.”
Wang Xiucheng took out another bag from his bag, and then he and Fahad entered the elevator.
This time, Wang Xiucheng didn't use Ma Wei and the others to accompany him.
This must be the safest hotel in Saudi Arabia. Wang Xiucheng saw a lot of people downstairs just now.
At this time and in this place, they are clearly not ordinary people.
A few minutes later, Wang Xiucheng and Fahad arrived at the 55th floor.
Jassim stood waiting at the elevator door.
Upon seeing Wang Xiucheng, Jassim held up his phone and said, "I love that dunk."
Wang Xiucheng looked at the picture on the phone; it was a picture of Wang Xiucheng dunking from 3.5 meters tall.
"Thank you." Wang Xiucheng felt awkward for a moment again, then handed the bag in his hand to Jassim.
"This is for Mr. Jassim. I hope you won't find it offensive."
Jassim put away his phone and opened the bag with interest.
Then, Jassim saw a jersey in the bag.
Jassim seemed somewhat incredulous, took out his phone again, glanced at the picture on it, and then asked in surprise.
"Is this the jersey you wore when you participated in the dunk contest?"
The jersey in the bag was the one Wang Xiucheng wore when he participated in the dunk contest in Salt Lake City a dozen hours earlier.
"Yes, Mr. Jassim."
Jassim's eyes lit up, and he immediately went back to a room and found a pen for signing.
"Mr. Wang, please sign your name for me. Farhad, please take a photo with us..."
Jassim handed the phone to Fahad.
With this jersey and the photo of Wang Xiucheng, even if the jersey is fake, it all becomes real.
Wang Xiucheng took the pen and signed the jersey in both English and Chinese characters. Then he picked up the jersey and took another photo with Jassim.
As the head of Saudi Arabia's sovereign wealth fund, Jassim is worth at least tens of billions, and Wang Xiucheng really didn't know what to give him.
Fortunately, as the financial backer of Paris Saint-Germain, he has always been extremely interested in sports and collecting various jerseys.
So Wang Xiucheng gave Jassim his jersey, which he had just worn in the dunk contest, as a gift.
"By the way, the horse racing cup is tomorrow night. If you have time during the day tomorrow, let Fahad show you around Riyadh. Although I think our Doha is better, there are some places here that are worth seeing."
"it is good."
Wang Xiucheng agreed.
After chatting briefly for a few more minutes, Wang Xiucheng said goodbye and returned to his 36th floor.
After taking a shower, Wang Xiucheng lay in bed and maintained his relationship with each of the older sisters before gradually falling asleep.
Although there was no game today, participating in the dunk contest was still very tiring.
With a long journey of more than ten hours, even if you sleep for a while on the plane, you are still tired.
Wang Xiucheng slept until 10 a.m.
After having a meal at the hotel restaurant, Wang Xiucheng and Fahad left the hotel and went to the Kingdom Building, a landmark building in Riyadh.
I spent over an hour wandering around the shopping mall inside, and then strolled around the mosque on the 75th floor of the Kingdom Tower and the "Sky Bridge" on the 99th floor. The afternoon passed just like that.
Especially in the shopping mall, having learned from his previous experience, Wang Xiucheng made a point of looking at many more things this time, not only clothing, but also various valuable pieces of jewelry.
Since someone else is going to spend money on me anyway, I might as well take it.
Moreover, Jassim paid for these things, so for him, this amount of money was really nothing.
At 7 p.m., Wang Xiucheng arrived at the Anduraz Horse Farm, the venue for this Saudi Cup.
Although the competition had not officially started yet, the stadium was already packed with people.
There appeared to be at least several thousand spectators from around the world, along with reporters in special vests, taking photos at the racetrack.
The horses competing tonight, along with their reins, have already begun walking around the arena to get used to it.
Farhad led Wang Xiucheng to the podium and found Jassim, who was exchanging pleasantries with others.
As Qatar's representative, Jassim needs to sit on the podium, regardless of his status or wealth.
Wang Xiucheng and Fahad could only sit in the VIP section below the presidium.
Jassim, arms crossed, watched the horses being walked around the arena and sighed, "Tonight's 15 horses are the best in the world. Qatar also sent horses to compete, but..."
Jassim shook his head, clearly indicating that he had not made it to the final.
Standing a few dozen meters away from Wang Xiucheng and Jassim at the edge of the VIP seating area, Liu Shishi was staring at them in shock.