"Xuanyu, do you think your friend will invite any other impressive people?"
"Exactly! We've had top domestic singers and stars, international actors, even world-class pianists, and now you tell me someone even more impressive might show up? I believe it!"
"I really have no idea," Zhu Xiaoyu spread his hands.
No sooner had his voice faded than a bald foreigner with a beaming smile walked into the hotel.
"And who might this be?"
"Holy shit! You don't recognize Poladi?"
"What, he's the world's richest man, Poladi?" Zhu Xiaoyu's shock kept escalating to new levels. Damn, even the world's richest man was stirred by his wedding?
"World's richest man? That's in the past," said one of Zhu Xiaoyu's groomsmen, "now who doesn't know the world's richest is our Huaxia man?"
"Oh? A Huaxia person? I've been away for four years; the world's richest has changed hands?" Zhu Xiaoyu exclaimed in surprise, "Who? Ma Hua or Ma Yun?"
