Wu Yun accepted the weighty, ostentatiously gold business card. He looked down and saw a long string of a name written on it: "Bashir ibn Abdul Aziz..."
"Chairman of the Radiant Real Estate Development Group and the Amaha Luxury Selected Desert Spa Resort Hotel."
Wu Yun looked at the thirty-something Arab with some surprise. 'He has quite a few titles,' he thought.
So, Wu Yun handed Bashir one of his own business cards. "Come visit Huaxia sometime!"
Bashir glanced at Wu Yun's card, then nodded with a smile. "I will! I've been wanting to have some fun in Macau for a while now!"
Then, Bashir added in a surprised tone, "I can't believe Mr. Wu is the chairman of several companies at such a young age! I thought you were the heir to one of Huaxia's great gambling families! Otherwise, how could your skills be so incredible at your age?"
