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Banker Who Resigned From Goldman Sachs Amid 1MDB Investigation Has Wedding Planning Skills To Fall Back On: Bloomberg

If you want your guests to be talking about your nuptials for years to come, give Tim Leisner a call.
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Say what you will about Tim Leissner-- and the people investigating his close ties with the prime minister of Malaysia may have plenty to say--, the man knew how to throw a wedding that sparkled. Max Abelson reports:

One colleague from that era said Leissner was the kind of banker who could hop in a canoe, paddle upstream and come back with a fee. That person, who asked not to be identified, said Leissner could dazzle in other ways: When he married Judy Chan, whose father ran a coal-mining business in China, the wedding feast included suckling pigs with electric lights flashing in their eye sockets.

The Rise and Fall of Tim Leissner, Goldman's Big Man in Malaysia [Bloomberg]

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