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

Chapter 397 Harvest Again
A few hours drive later, the provincial capital of Salitó.

Outside the general's residence.

Zhang Yang took Mr. Luo and passed through the heavily guarded general's mansion as if they were in an empty place.

Along the way, Mr. Luo didn't know how many times he was surprised.

Originally, he had only heard about Zhang Yang's identity and status from hearsay and had no personal experience, but now he truly understands Zhang Yang's identity and status.

This is...really second to none.

Look at the soldiers and officers along the way. That kind of respect is simply...

He didn't even dare to say it.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." In front, several graceful black beauties suddenly stopped and greeted respectfully.

"Where is General Zabol? Is he in there?" Zhang Yang asked casually.

"The general is inside," they answered respectfully.

Zhang Yang nodded, and turned to look at Director Luo, whose face still showed some shock and surprise. "Director Luo, I won't go in with you. Please."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, thank you." Mr. Luo came back to his senses and said solemnly.

After a while, Mr. Luo walked into Zabol's living room in front.

Zhang Yang watched him go, then turned around and wandered around the general's mansion for a while.

What general's mansion?

In essence, it had become one of his own residences.

He walked and stopped along the way, and came to the lion garden. He opened the cage and pulled the lion out with one hand.

The lion was trembling all over and was pulled out by Zhang Yang obediently. It crawled at his feet and let him stroke its mane.

·
Later, Zhang Yang met with Mr. Luo who had just met with Zabol.

"Let's go, Mr. Luo. I'll take you there."

Zhang Yang smiled.

He didn't care what the two of them talked about or how they talked.

The outside world thought that Zhang Yang was General Zabol's spokesperson to the outside world. In fact, who knew that Zabol was his puppet?

That night, Zhang Yang hosted a private banquet for Mr. Luo.

For Mr. Luo, meeting Zabol was a business matter, but having dinner and drinking with Zhang Yang at this moment could be completely understood as a private gathering.

The kind that brings the relationship closer.

"Mr. Zhang, I have something to tell you." Mr. Luo drank a glass of wine. "I and some friends in the domestic circle set up a club a few years ago. We often get together and communicate with each other when we have nothing to do. Are you interested?"

In China, top entrepreneurs naturally have their own circles and business groups, but they exist in the form of clubs and alumni associations.

Such as Taishan Club, Huaxia Alumni Association and so on.

These clubs have extremely high entry barriers and only business leaders and industry leaders are allowed to join. Among their members, there are many frequent visitors to the Forbes Rich List and CEOs of Fortune 500 companies. They are the small group of people who truly stand at the top of the business world in China.

At this moment, the club that Mr. Luo mentioned is called the Yangtze River Club.

The name is very big and intimidating, but in fact, it really lives up to its name.

The members of the board of directors include both top domestic economists and leading figures in various industries, including many of the country's richest people who are often reported in the newspapers. There are only more than 30 members in the club, but the total market value of the companies they lead is as high as trillions. They are truly people who can lead the market economy and the times.

At this moment, facing such an invitation, Zhang Yang was a little surprised at first.

Then, it dawned on me.

Yes!

At this moment, he is no longer a commoner, but a real tycoon with countless assets at home and abroad.

Apart from anything else, the mines he actually controls now bring him actual net profits of tens of billions a year. This is only the result of his restraint. If he were not restrained and swallowed up all those ownerless mines, he would definitely be a real mining tycoon, the kind that would dominate the world.

In terms of total assets alone, it far exceeds 100 billion.

If he is not qualified, who is?

Compared with this club where top business tycoons gather, the previous top second-generation circles seem like small fry.

After all, one is a father and the other is a son, there is naturally a world of difference between them.

"My pleasure." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Director Luo couldn't help feeling dazed as he looked at Mr. Zhang, who looked extremely young but exuded a strong aura and charm in his every move.

He is a rare talent among men and truly deserves the title.

That night, under the introduction of Mr. Luo, Zhang Yang submitted an application to join the Yangtze River Club. According to Mr. Luo, he just needed to go through the procedures with the directors and chairman of the club.

In this way, he can be considered to have joined the circle of top business tycoons in the country.

·
At the end of June, the new president's inauguration ceremony finally arrived.

In the past few months since taking office, the new president has been busy integrating his armed forces, digesting the former president's strength, and forming his own team.

Once everything is ready, we will send out invitations.

Ambassadors from all embassies in Congo, including those who actually hold power in each province, all received invitation letters.

Whether to go or not is the question.

If I don't go, it will be a blatant breakup.

As for going, safety is another issue. After all, the capital, Kinsa, is within the president’s sphere of influence.

If they really want to do something, Zhang Yang can just leave, after all, he has many trump cards, but Zabol is in danger. This golden puppet is hard to come by, and it would be a pity to lose it.

"Go ahead and make preparations in advance." Zhang Yang made the decision.

Ambassadors from various countries will be present at the inauguration ceremony, and the new president is unlikely to make any drastic moves.

As for the little moves.

Zabol must bring the necessary guards. In addition, a separate elite team should be arranged to infiltrate Jinsa in advance to deal with any possible situations.

Kinsa is big and messy.

It wouldn't be a big problem for a team to split up into small pieces and sneak in.

Prepare for the worst··Coup··
The new President Kongo came to power as if it were a child's play. Only a hundred people participated in overthrowing the former president. If he really goes to a dangerous place this time, he will have to take that step.

Control the president's core leadership team, control the broadcast media, and prepare for possible small-scale exchanges of fire.

As for the speeches and declarations of righteousness after taking office.

The current president came to power through a coup, and was overthrown by a coup as well. It is perfectly normal.

Of course, he certainly didn't want to take this step unless it was absolutely necessary.

After several days of planning, everything was ready. The advance team quickly dispersed and hid, heading for the capital, Kinsa.

Zhang Yangze and Zabol boarded a military plane and headed straight to Kinsa, the capital of Congo, to attend the presidential inauguration ceremony.

Arrive at Kinshasa International Airport again.

Zhang Yang's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he vaguely recalled the day when he first landed in Kongo and was about to take over his first industry in Africa.

Now, when he returns, he has become the master behind the three provinces and owns countless mineral resources.

As for his public identity at this moment, he is also the general's adviser and confidant, second only to the general and above everyone else.

"General Zabol." A staff member came forward to greet him. Outside the airport, the president had arranged a special car to pick him up. The luxury cars were lined up in a row, and the scene was quite impressive.

Zhang Yang and Zabol got into the same car and headed straight to the official residence where they were staying.

So far, everything seems calm.

Zhang Yang sat in the car and looked out the window at the banners, promotional photos, and huge posters of the current president all over the street. The atmosphere of the presidential inauguration ceremony seemed to have been set.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.

·
At night, in the official residence, Zabol changed into the general's uniform of the Congolese Defense Forces.

His burly figure made his military uniform bulge out so much that it almost burst. The chest of the uniform was covered with all kinds of badges.

A bit dazzling.

Zhang Yang took a quick look, showing little interest. He just looked through the French window of the official residence at the bustling crowd on the streets of Jinsa and the guards stationed outside the official residence.

"Mr. Zhang, the president wants to see me." Zabol came over to report.

"So anxious to see you?" Zhang Yang blinked and hesitated for a moment, "Okay, I'll go with you."

The troops deployed in advance have been dispersed in small groups and are ready to deal with anything.

He can go with Zabol on this trip, and he thinks there shouldn't be any problems.

Zhang Yang analyzed that although the president was wary of Zabol, he should still be trying to win him over at this critical juncture. After all, Zabol's current strength was so strong that it was simply unique. Among the many local rulers in Congo, he controlled the largest number of troops and had the largest sphere of influence.

If he could win him over, wouldn't the position of president be secured?

Later in the evening, the presidential car that came to pick people up arrived. It was a black bulletproof Mercedes-Benz S600 Pullman. It was quite rare to see such a car in this area.

As Zabol's confidant, Zhang Yang traveled along with the carriage, but the accompanying guards were not allowed to go.

It seems that the current president pays great attention to his own security. After all, he understands this better than anyone else.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that Zhang Yang, his confidant who seemed to pose no threat, was the real super killer.

At such a short distance, the enemy is everywhere, and it is not just talk.

·
As night fell, the presidential residence, which had passed through countless owners, became magnificent and brightly lit.

The current president, still in his military uniform, walked over with a big laugh and gave Zabol a hug.

A president who comes from a military background naturally cannot be said to have any superior qualities.

When he saw the two people hugging each other, he seemed to see two big and strong black bears hugging each other.

"General Zabol, long time no see."

"Hello, Mr. President," Zabol said with an official smile.

When the current president served as Commander-in-Chief of the National Defense Forces, the two were nominally in a superior-subordinate relationship, so naturally they had a lot of dealings with each other.

"This..." The president looked at Zhang Yang.

In Africa, there are many cooperative projects between the University of East Timor and the Republic of Congo. There are quite a lot of economic and trade exchanges and infrastructure aid projects between the University of East Timor and the Republic of Congo. It doesn't seem out of place to see a foreigner with black hair and black eyes here.

"My advisor, Mr. President." Zabol mentioned simply.

The president nodded, not seeming too surprised.

In a blink of an eye, he pulled Zabol and got down to business.

Zhang Yang stood outside, waiting and listening to the conversation inside.

A full hour.

Zabol came out from inside.

On the eve of his departure, the president shook hands with Zabol and patted him on the shoulder, acting as if they were very familiar with each other.

As soon as Zhang Yang saw this situation, he knew what was going on.

This trip must be an attempt by the new president to win over others, but I don't know what bargaining chips the other party has offered.

At night, the official residence where Zabol and Zhang Yang were staying was brightly lit.

"Promise you the position of vice president and commander-in-chief of the national defense forces? I hope you can stand firmly by his side?" After hearing the conditions offered by the current president, Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

The name is indeed good, and it is not completely unfounded.

For example, the position of vice president is a truly official position with diplomatic power. Even though General Zabol's influence spread across three provinces, he could not represent Kongo's official identity to the outside world.

Any interaction between any country or any international organization cannot bypass the current ruling government and communicate with it.

But the vice president is different.

In a sense, it can represent the country in diplomatic activities between countries and has certain official rights.

The most important thing is that if the president is unable to perform his duties due to an accident, the vice president has the right to take office as president. This is what really attracted Zhang Yang.

As for the identity of the Commander-in-Chief of the Wehrmacht.

This is of little use. Anyway, only a few provinces can obey the orders issued by the commander of the National Defense Force. It is just an empty shell. He can only command the armed forces of the National Defense Force stationed in Kinsa.

"I can agree to it, but it's nothing more than some insignificant support. So what if I support him?"

Just take the benefits first, there is no real cost anyway.

That’s it.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, I will reply to the president as soon as possible."

That night, Zabol quickly gave the president a clear response.

The next day, the presidential inauguration ceremony.

The event was broadcast live on national television in the Republic of Congo, with ambassadors from various countries gathered together.

The current President of the Republic of Congo, dressed in formal attire, walked onto the podium accompanied by the national anthem of the Republic of Congo. Facing the camera and all the guests present, he solemnly swore an oath, and legally assumed the office of the new President of the Republic of Congo.

After the inauguration, he announced his new cabinet team.

Including ministers of various departments, etc.

Zabol made a grand appearance and was appointed Vice President of the Republic of Congo and Commander of the National Defense Forces.

Of course, his sphere of influence remains unchanged.

As for his old territory, the three provinces under his actual control were all accepted by the public without any prior agreement.

Ding!
The system detected that the host has reached a new milestone: Zabol was inaugurated as Vice President and Commander-in-Chief of the National Defense Forces

A special reward of one thousand places for military kings will be given.

Note: These 1,000 quotas can be used to support any soldier or officer of the government army nationwide, excluding senior commanders at the commander-in-chief level and excluding all defense forces of the capital Kinsa.

"Is this true?" Zhang Yang, who was sitting on the viewing platform, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Because of Zabol's new position, the system actually gave him a wave of rewards. The rewards were not small, and there were actually one thousand places for the loyal soldier king.

Moreover, this time it can support government forces across the country.

In other words, except for the commanders or senior commanders of the government forces in all provinces of the country, and except for those under the influence of the current president, soldiers from other provinces, grassroots officers, and even senior officers can be blessed.

On average, each province can bless dozens of people.

It may seem like a small amount, but as long as it is used where it is needed most and on officers in key positions, it can have a miraculous effect.

(End of this chapter)