I lost my vegetative state, and I became the richest man in the world

The reason why these South Filipino tycoons are the richest group of tycoons is of course not simple.

They already understood the purpose of Sir Yang's invitation.

Now, after Yang Ming finished talking with them.

These people also dispersed separately.

Here in the manor hotel, after those rich people and their families left, the peace of the past gradually returned.

At this time, Errol and Ma Shuke are still here.

Errol is really not a real rich man. Although there is an emerald mine in Zambia, the value is really not high, and he is mainly an engineer.

Under normal circumstances, Errol knew that Sir Yang would not have invited him.

"Boss, that Mr. Errol and classmate Ma Shuke are still there."

When Yang Ming passed by.

Errol, who was wearing a suit, immediately looked very excited when he saw Yang Ming appearing here.

"Sir Yang, hello."

"Mr. Errol, hello."

"Student Ma Shuke, I didn't expect that we will meet again."

Ma Shuke murmured in his heart that he didn't want to come, but his father pulled him here.

Yang Ming and Errol went aside to talk.

"Mr. Errol, do you want to immigrate to Xiangjiang?"

"Sir Yang, I'm used to living in South Philippines, and I don't plan to immigrate to other places."

"What about your son?"

"my son?"

Errol was a little puzzled.

"Your son Ma Shuke, in my opinion, is a talent with great potential. However, he needs to be cultivated. I am going to take him to Xiangjiang to study and train him. What do you think?"

Sir Yang, the chairman of the Empire Group, actually wanted to train his son?

Ordinary people will of course be very excited when they hear the news.

However, Errol was still a little puzzled.

After all, his son's grades in middle school were only average.

Originally, Mashuke's mother had wanted to take Mashuke to Canada, but he won the lawsuit, and Mashuke belonged to him.

"Sir Yang, I still don't understand."

Errol really couldn't figure it out.

"I have a way of meeting people."

. . .

When Errol finished talking with Yang Ming.

He has agreed with Sir Yang to take his son Ma Shuke to Xiangjiang for development.

However, he still couldn't figure it out.

Where is his son so good?

"Father, did you really sell me?"

"Yes. Sir Yang said that he will send you to the best middle school and university in Xiangjiang, and then focus on training you to make you the best professional manager. As for me? Sir Yang is willing to send you to the best middle schools and universities in Xiangjiang Leave the business to me and I'll be a billionaire in South Filipino."

"Father, how could you do that?" Mashuk said.

"Ma Shuke, this is for your own good, and for my own good. Thinking about a big man like Sir Yang, it is really not easy to get his attention. I am going to go to Xiangjiang with you first, and wait for you to get used to it. Life in Xiangjiang, I will return to South Philippines when the time comes.”

Ma Shuke wanted to say something else.

Errol was set.

. . .

That night.

Yang Ming is in the study of the Manor Hotel.

When he came to South Philippines this time, his mission was basically completed.

In addition to further controlling the Standard Bank of the South Philippines and becoming the major shareholder of the Standard Bank of the South Philippines, this time he came to South Philippines to recruit people.

Including the rich and elite in South Philippines, he has already made that step.

As for digging Mashuk in advance.

It was a windfall.

Moreover, Ma Shuke is different from others.

At this time, in Yang Ming's opinion, he was still malleable, but after a few more years, it would be difficult for the other party to be influenced by the ideology and culture of Country M.

After all, it is impossible to say that everyone is like Meris.

23:00 in the evening.

Chen Zhenhua knocked on the door and came in.

"Boss, Botha's bodyguards are here again."

Porta?

Yang Ming went outside.

See Bota under the tree.

"Sir Yang."

"Mr. Botha."

The two greeted each other.

Botha already knew that Sir Yang invited those South Filipino rich men to talk about the matter tonight.

Even, Botha is very clear that Europe and the United States have been undermining South Philippines, including the rich and elite in South Philippines.

However, Botha is very clear that his family members want to leave South Filipino, not to mention other wealthy and elite South Filipinos, and there is no way for him to stop those people who want to leave.

Moreover, he defended the interests of white people in South Filipino.

As for what Sir Yang was talking about with those South Filipino rich people tonight, he didn't care.

"Mr. Botha, I plan to leave Nanfei and return to Xiangjiang in two days."

"Sir Yang, are you leaving?"

When Botha heard that Sir Yang was about to leave Nanfei and return to Xiangjiang, he felt a bit regretful.

After all, during this period of time, he found that Sir Yang's advice to him was very good.

Like that top piece of advice.

Divide South Philippines into two parts, one for whites and one for blacks.

Moreover, Botha has been negotiating with representatives of the white people. On the other hand, Botha has sent someone to talk to Israel.After all, a small country like Israel survived like that. They didn't believe that they couldn't survive in South Africa.

"Sir Yang, we white people are going to give up part of our interests to gain the support of Europe and the United States." Botha said directly.

Like Southwest Philippines, which is the future Namibia, he is ready to give up completely.

After all, if it is really what Sir Yang said, it is useless to control Southwest Fei.

In addition, big cities like Johannesburg in South Philippines, they will also give up by then.

Then keep the area dominated by Cape Town as the new capital of their white people in South Philippines. As for whether they can hold it at that time and how much area they can hold, they can only look at themselves.

"Mr. Botha, I hope you will succeed."

If they can succeed, most of the interests of these indigenous whites can still be preserved.

At that time, all the millions of South Filipino whites will be transferred to this place, forming a new real white South Filipino.

However, Yang Ming knew that even in that case, those black people would still move to this place.

After all, when Mandela came to power, Nan Fei was still the Nan Fei in history.

"Sir Yang, I hope that with your influence and network, you can communicate with Europe, America, and even Z country for us."

Botha said hastily.

Yang Ming shook his head inwardly.

Yang Ming didn't want to get involved in things like this.

"Mr. Botha, if you have a letter, I can send the letter to those countries for you."

"Thank you, Sir Yang."

The two talked well.

Botha leaves.

Seeing Bota and the bodyguard leaving, Yang Ming still shook his head.

He knew that no matter how hard Botha tried, it would be useless.

Yang Ming went back to his room to rest.

. . .

Two days later.

Yang Ming was about to leave Johannesburg.

Before Yang Ming left this manor hotel, Yang Ming discovered that Bota had sent here some time ago, hoping to serve and take care of Yang Ming's young white beauties. At this time, all of them were willing to leave Nanfei with Yang Ming and immigrate to Xiangjiang. (end of this chapter)