I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 395 Mining Tycoon
The figure turned around.

An extremely handsome profile, a tall and heroic figure, and the halos surrounding him.

Really... the aura of a big boss is overwhelming.

The two of them couldn't help but hold their breathing, and both of them hung their hands, feeling a little restrained.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Please sit down." Zhang Yang gestured.

At this moment, his wealth is as vast as the ocean, and he holds the power over the lives of millions of people in three provinces. He has many friends, including BOSS executives of various multinational companies. His aura is natural and radiates from the inside out.

He has long been a real boss in name and naturally does not need any props such as temperament to pretend to be a boss.

The two visitors found chairs and sat down with great trepidation. They still looked extremely restrained and not relaxed at all.

"Don't be nervous." Zhang Yang casually took out a cigarette and said with a smile, "I'm a very casual person. I don't care about so many things. Want one?"

The two men were flattered and took the cigarettes with both hands, looking a little nervous.

Zhang Yang found it a little funny, so he casually pulled open the floor-length curtains in the living room and pushed open the door to the terrace.

"Let's go out and talk."

On the terrace, the breeze was gentle and in the distance there were endless trees and grass.

The two domestic visitors lit up their cigarettes, took two puffs, and stood behind Zhang Yang. Under the effect of nicotine, their tense emotions finally relaxed a little.

"Friend, where in China are you from?"

"How long have you been in Gango?"

Zhang Yang was puffing away smoke while chatting casually.

The two of them stood aside and answered questions in detail, covering every detail.

"That makes us half fellow villagers." Zhang Yang nodded when he heard that.

The two were from Yongjia County, Zhejiang Province. Yongjia is also one of the famous overseas Chinese hometowns in China, with tens of thousands of overseas Chinese who are naturally enterprising.

As for the fellow villagers' statement.

In a foreign country, people from the same country are considered compatriots. People from the neighboring province are half-fellow villagers, aren’t they?

The two people who were standing by felt relieved when they heard this, and hurriedly responded with compliments, taking the opportunity to get close to him.

"I've heard about your purpose," Zhang Yang asked. "What kind of real estate do you want to do here? Housing? Or something else?"

"In response to Mr. Zhang, we have been developing residential properties in China, so when we came to Gange, we planned to start with the residential area. To be honest, we have actually developed a residential community before. But because of the war..." one of them said.

"It's true that other provinces in Congo are not peaceful, but the overall environment here is OK." Zhang Yang looked at them and said, "You want to build a residential building? No problem. I welcome it."

Most of the lower-class people in Gange live in houses that are built, not the common residential buildings in China, not to mention the high-rise ones. Here, it is considered a wealthy area.

When domestic developers come here to develop residential properties, it is indeed a dimensionality reduction attack.

When they heard Zhang Yang say this, they were overjoyed.

"Mr. Zhang, actually, we came here this time to hope... to hope that you can accept some of the shares." The two looked at each other and said, "It's our small token of appreciation."

"You don't need the shares anymore." Zhang Yang glanced at them, "Just relax and do it normally, there won't be any problems."

The reason for his refusal was that, firstly, he really didn't care about that little money, and secondly, what was his current status? If he really wanted their shares and invested in their company, it would be a great thing for these two people.

If they want to get involved in real estate, it’s fine. As long as they do it well, he will naturally provide them with a stable environment.

But what if you want to soar to fame by borrowing his name?

It's not that cheap.

Seeing Zhang Yang's attitude, the two men dared not say anything more.

Although this trip did not achieve the expected results, it was not without gain. At least now they had a guarantee from Zhang Yang that they would have an environment where they could settle down and develop with peace of mind.

It is enough.

"I'll give you a number. If you really encounter any problems that cannot be solved, you can contact him." Zhang Yang casually gave the number of one of his subordinates.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang! Thank you."

The two were immediately overjoyed and immediately accepted it with many thanks.

After a moment, the two of them took their leave quite consciously.

Zhang Yang naturally would not keep them and asked the butler to send them off.

·
On the terrace, Zhang Yang watched the figure going away while thinking about something.

This month, the two copper mines he had just acquired finally met the conditions for production after working day and night, and have now officially started production.

This means that he now owns a lithium mine with an annual profit of nearly 2 billion yuan, and two copper mines with a combined annual profit of more than 1 billion yuan.

These three mines alone can bring him nearly 4 billion yuan in revenue a year.

Yes, power is power, hidden energy is energy, no matter how powerful he is, in the final analysis, it still has to be reflected in tangible benefits.

For example, the Republic of Congo has the most valuable and abundant mineral resources.

He has been restrained enough.

He had already taken control of the three provinces of Kongo, both openly and covertly, and had even dealt with the most entrenched indigenous tribal forces. He could take whatever he wanted from those ownerless mines.

But he only reached out and took two copper ores, not any more.

However, these days, he has acquired quite a few small gold mines. According to incomplete statistics, the gold reserves in the entire Kongo have reached 600 tons. Various small gold mines are scattered like raindrops, most of which are within the territories of many tribes.

He had the reputation of being a warrior of hundreds of tribes, and when he asked for some harmless small gold mines, those tribes were simply eager to get them, and they were willing to offer all the gold mines in exchange for his protection.

With a total of more than ten small gold mines, it is estimated that he can generate nearly 1 billion yuan in revenue a year. He did not take it for nothing, he directly hired local natives to work for him, and gave them all the benefits they deserved. For those tribes, it was a pleasant surprise, and they were ecstatic.

"My cash flow is so abundant that it's terrifying." Zhang Yang did a quick calculation and couldn't help but sigh.

Domestic industries generate huge amounts of cash for him day by day and year by year. Several large mines and countless small gold mines abroad are turning the trickles of cash flow into a vast ocean every moment and every second.

In a word, there is too much money to spend.

Well, the small private jet seems too small, and it’s time to change to a large and serious private jet, such as the Gulfstream G series exclusively for the super rich.

But before that...
Zhang Yang moved his fingers and checked the transfer progress.

Not long ago, he arranged to transfer 50 million yuan to his parents who were far away in China.

He has expanded his territory in Africa, conquered territories, and has become a mining tycoon with all kinds of mineral resources. His parents are still running restaurants in their hometown, one after another? They are too conservative and too slow. It's time to show their strength.

After a while, the information about the arrival of the funds finally came.

Just a few minutes later, a long-distance call came in. It was from my father Zhang Zhaohai.

"Son, what's going on? Fifty million?! You transferred fifty million to us?!" Zhang Zhaohai asked loudly on the phone, very excited.

At least for them, 50 million in cash is still a huge impact.

"I made a lot of money recently, so I'm going to take care of it for you two." Zhang Yang smiled and said, "How is our store going?"

"It's going great. Now our four stores are doing very well. Your mom and I have been counting money until our hands cramp." Zhang Zhaohai laughed. "But when it comes to making money, you are still the best, son."

"Four stores are not enough. How about opening ten stores within this year?" Zhang Yang half-jokingly asked.

As long as you have the money, you can open a store by following the instructions.

Now they have a total of four restaurants in operation. They are now looking for stores as quickly as possible, finding a cooperative decoration company to do the decoration, and then hiring people. Even the two elders don't need to do it themselves, they can set up a catering management company and arrange people to do it.

There are about thirty stores in the entire Dayinghai urban area.

Even if there are thirty restaurants, they are just a drop in the bucket for him now. Their only function is to help Zhang Zhaohai and his wife find the value of life and be happy.

"Ten stores? Are you going to keep your parents busy?!" Zhang Zhaohai exclaimed in shock.

"If you are too busy, hire someone to do the work! When you have 20 or 30 stores in the future, do you still want to do it yourself?" Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Okay, I won't say more. I am abroad. Take care of yourself."

Zhang Yang made his point short and hung up the phone without exchanging any pleasantries with his father.

With this cash flow of 50 million, he felt that if his parents wanted to, there would be no problem opening ten restaurants by the end of the year.

With such a large scale, the two of them should at least run for the position of vice president of the Yinghai Catering Association.

Next year, when all 30 restaurants are open, I will compete for the position of president of Yinghai Catering Association.

·
In May, Zabol consolidated its strength while digesting the territories of three provinces.

Ren Gangge's domestic political situation was turbulent, so he only guarded the basic base of 300,000 square kilometers in the three provinces, managed it well, and stabilized this large base.

This is his base camp and the basis for his future presidency.

As for the current president.

Watch him build a tall building, watch him entertain guests, and watch his building collapse.

He came to power through a coup, which was not a legitimate position. Sooner or later, he will be retaliated against and treated in the same way by others. Perhaps that day is not far away.

Zabol just needs to sit back in his base camp and wait.

As for Zhang Yang, the real big boss behind the scenes, he became busy for a rare time.

After all, these three provinces were nominally Zabol's territory, but in reality they were inseparable from Zhang Yang, and were almost equivalent to his private plot. If this land could be developed a little better and the people could live and work in peace and contentment, it would naturally be of infinite benefit to him.

The capital of the province of Salitos.

A main road.

The overall look and feel is similar to the central blocks of some well-developed small towns in China.

"Mr. Zhang is here, Mr. Zhang is here!"

On both sides of the street, countless men and women with black hair and black eyes stood on the roadside, holding banners, and were welcoming the arrival of the convoy with great excitement.

The fleet consists of a mixed group of vehicles.

There are military off-road vehicles with machine guns leading the way, followed closely by Land Rover Defenders, and traditional luxury cars.

The convoy stopped and a group of burly black security guards got out first.

Then the car door opened.

There was thunderous applause all around, and Zhang Yang got out of the car smiling amid the applause.

From his personal point of view, the pomp and circumstance is actually unnecessary. After all, he is used to living a carefree life. As for protection, he does not need it even more. His own fighting power is a powerful weapon.

But his status and position required it.

It's impossible that he is the second most important person in three provinces now, but he still travels alone in one car and travels light, right?

What he does must be consistent with his identity and image.

"Mr. Zhang, welcome." The owner of the largest local Chinese supermarket came up to greet him excitedly.

Zhang Yang smiled and shook hands.

There are currently tens of thousands of Chinese in Congo, and at least thousands in the three provinces under its sphere of influence. Among them are old overseas Chinese who immigrated here decades ago, mostly from Hong Kong Island, some from Chinese-funded companies, and a considerable number of individual business owners and private entrepreneurs from China, etc., from all corners of the country.

At this moment, because of his existence, these people's lives are much better than before.

The overall business environment is unprecedentedly favorable.

As an overseas Chinese leader, he naturally has unlimited prestige among his compatriots in China, and everyone spontaneously unites around him.

"Is that Zhang Sheng?"

"They all said that here... Zhang Sheng has the final say. It sounds very gangster-like, as if he is the boss of both the black and white worlds."

In the crowd, two little girls, who were dressed warmly but whose fair skin could not be concealed, were talking in low voices.

They are from Guangdong Province and came to Africa with their families to do business.

Today, they heard that Mr. Zhang, who is well-known among overseas Chinese, was coming, so they couldn't help but come out to see the excitement. Who would have thought that they were stunned when they saw the real person.

Mr. Zhang, who is so powerful and has unlimited prestige among overseas Chinese, looks so handsome in real life that he is unforgettable and fascinating.

"Little girl, don't talk nonsense. The boss of the black and white world?" The middle-aged man beside him laughed and said, "The boss of the black and white world is qualified to describe Mr. Zhang's status? The boss of the black and white world can mobilize the military and police at will? Can the words of the boss of the black and white world be used as rules and laws?"

He shifted his gaze and looked at the surrounding troops on guard, the police maintaining order, and the heroic figure standing in the crowd and being surrounded.

Muttered to himself.

The three provinces, covering an area of ​​more than 300 square kilometers and with a population of more than 10 million, can almost be understood as a country within a country, with its own system and legal rules.

In such a world, he has a status equivalent to that of the second-in-command.

What kind of status do you say this is?
The boss of both the black and white worlds? Huh?
Mr. Zhang said that if I were asked to kneel in front of the door for three days and three nights, I had to kneel in front of the door for three days and three nights.

·
At this moment, Zhang Yang, who was surrounded by a crowd, noticed several older generations of overseas Chinese who came to Africa to do business. There were some bodyguard-like people following them. Judging from their black hair and black eyes, they should also be Chinese.

"The public security should be much better now, right?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, looking at the young men who looked like bodyguards, "Do you still bring bodyguards with you when you go out now?"

Several gray-haired overseas Chinese hurriedly said.

"Much better. These are the nephews and nieces of the family. They used to act as bodyguards for the family business. But now that you are here, Mr. Zhang, the security is much better. We don't need to carry self-defense weapons when we go out now."

Zhang Yang looked at the fanatical admiration for himself in the eyes of several young people, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind.

(End of this chapter)