Under One Person

Zhang Yang, unusually enthusiastic, took a few fellow villagers on a tour of his mine, allowing them to experience firsthand its scale and environment.

Honestly, I have no intention of showing off or boasting.

He had access to virtually all the mines in the entire Salito Province, not just most of them, but also almost all the unclaimed ones. Why would he flaunt such a mine?

It was simply a tour for some fellow villagers.

"They..." Zhou Tong and his group suddenly stopped, watching a team of fully armed mine security guards pass by.

Armed to the teeth, they look like elite special forces soldiers from somewhere.

"It's the mine's security team," Zhang Yang explained casually.

"A mine protection team?" They were all speechless, unsure how to describe the shock they felt.

They're still stuck at the level of hiring a few security guards and bringing a few AKs. But Boss Zhang has his own mine protection team! And look at their equipment and demeanor—their professionalism and combat effectiveness are palpable.

What they didn't know was that Zhang Yang's main force of 500 mine protection team had long been transferred out, leaving only a small number of men who patrolled the area, practically just for show.

In front of the armory, Zhang Yang asked Chris to unlock the door.

Stepping into the enormous armory, one finds AK47s, ammunition, various firearms, individual weapons and equipment, and even man-portable missiles—it's practically an armory.

The group stood frozen in place, overwhelmed by the sheer shock.

Is this something that a private individual can own?

"Come on, let's set off a big firework," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

His mine didn't have much else to offer guests, except for an abundance of guns and ammunition.

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A moment later, at the training range in the mine.

A row of various world-famous guns and several boxes of ammunition.

Zhou Tong and Wang Furong, the two brothers, picked up their guns and fired bullets while trembling with excitement.

Men, none of them don't love shooting.

I love everything in my hands and on my body.

Zhang Yang sat leisurely to the side, observing the two men's disheveled appearance with great interest, while patting his own leg in acknowledgment.

"Sit."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhou Keying, suppressing the burning sensation on her face, gently sat down next to Zhang Yang's legs.

It seemed no one around her was watching her.

Everyone stared straight ahead, including her own brother and Wang Furong, who all seemed to selectively ignore the scene.

However, there are exceptions...

The look in the eyes of the dashing blonde foreign girl next to her made her a little uncomfortable.

Look at that girl's figure, with her big breasts and big buttocks, even a bulletproof vest can't hide it. Zhou Keying can almost guarantee that the girl has definitely slept with President Zhang.

As her thoughts wandered, a hand gently covered her buttocks and thighs.

The heat from her palm made her tremble slightly.

Zhou Keying couldn't help but look down at Zhang Yang's handsome and perfect profile, and her heart fluttered instantly.

That's true.

Who wouldn't want to sleep with a CEO like Mr. Zhang?

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Later that evening, Zhou Tong and his sister, along with Wang Furong, drove back.

Zhou Tong and Wang Furong were still quite excited along the way, talking non-stop.

"What a winner in life! Mr. Zhang is truly a winner in life!" Zhou Tong exclaimed with deep emotion. "Look at the attitude of those local police and soldiers towards Mr. Zhang; it's no different from seeing their own father."

"Mr. Zhang is a big mine owner and a very wealthy man. I've looked into that mine from the sidelines, and he earns at least a billion yuan a year. And then there are those guns and ammunition that we casually manufactured today," Wang Furong said, clicking his tongue.

"After living all these years, I only know today what true glory is."

Zhou Keying didn't join their conversation; she just stared out the window, her gaze somewhat lost and unfocused.

Later that evening, the car returned to the hotel.

As soon as they got off the bus, their expressions changed.

Because, surprisingly, the local police came to their door.

"Excuse me..." Zhou Tong took a deep breath and stepped forward to ask the other party what their purpose was.

He had seen this kind of scene many times before.

Every time they come, they're just looking for trouble.

As for the purpose, it was naturally to extort money from him, both openly and covertly. He was used to this kind of thing; he just considered it as paying protection money to ensure his safety.

"Mr. Zhou..." The man's dark face broke into a broad smile. "I'm here mainly to ask about your security requirements at the hotel. The police station is planning to assign personnel to work here regularly."

"On duty?" Zhou Tong paused for a moment, then hesitated before speaking, "This..."

He actually wanted to ask about the fees.

Isn't this the typical tactic of the local government? They start by saying it's for your own good, then subtly bring up the fees.

"No, no, no, there are no fees, no fees whatsoever." The person quickly waved his hand, looking somewhat nervous. "You are Mr. Zhang's friend, so it's only right that we make these arrangements for you."

Zhou Tong and Wang Furong exchanged a glance.

Goodness!

Big mine owners are indeed big mine owners; how come their fellow countrymen, who benefit from their connections, also receive such treatment?

"Mr. Zhang, do you hold such a high position in the local area?" Zhou Tong asked tentatively.

The black men who arrived widened their eyes, seemingly quite surprised by Zhou Tong's words.

"Mr. Zhang is General Zabol's advisor and one of Zabol most trusted friends," the police officer explained. "As long as General Zabol doesn't intervene, Mr. Zabol can exercise all powers on his behalf... You must put in a good word for our police station with Mr. Zhang."

Several burly Black men bowed slightly before Zhou Tong, their faces pleading.

A moment later, the person left.

Zhou Tong and the others were still feeling dizzy from listening to the news, not yet having fully processed it.

General Zabol's advisor?

Most trusted friend?

Can he exercise all rights on behalf of General Zabol?

Oh my god!

In the entire Salito Province, with its millions of inhabitants, General Zabol, though nominally a high-ranking official, actually wielded immense military power, making him the undisputed Salito Province.

Now they're being told that Zhang Yang is actually an advisor to General Zabol.

He can fully represent General Zabol in exercising all rights.

This status and position is second only to the emperor, a position that would be considered extremely powerful in ancient times.

"No wonder, no wonder!" Zhou Tong muttered to himself.

No wonder Zhang Yang could order the local military and police around at will, no wonder he could find out his location with just a word, and no wonder he could kill the kidnapper on the street without a second thought.

To be able to do all this so brazenly is not something a mere mine owner could accomplish.

The reason for everything is here.

"Brother Zhou, cling to his coattails!" Wang Furong's eyes burned with fervor as he stared intently at Zhou Tong. "The chance to make a fortune has arrived!"

Gango is not like China; there are no rules or principles here.

Given Zhang Yang's status in the area, he could easily make a fortune by simply asking for a monopolistic business opportunity!

Protective umbrella?

This is an enormous protective shield!

"This... this..." Zhou Tong stammered, his mouth trembling with excitement.

Then, he instinctively looked at his younger sister.

"Good sister!"

"No... Brother, why are you looking at me like that?" Zhou Keying said irritably. "Who do you think I am? Just because I slept with President Zhang? President Zhang is only helping us out of consideration for our compatriots, that's all. Look at what you're thinking."

"No, no, I won't think about it," Zhou Tong quickly denied. "I just hope you and General Manager Zhang keep in touch, and invite him to come and visit us often. That would make me very happy."

He certainly wouldn't dare to indulge in wishful thinking.

But all he knew was that as long as he maintained a good relationship with Mr. Zhang and nurtured it day after day, there would eventually be a reward.

Who knows, one day Mr. Zhang might be in a good mood and just casually ask for something that would be enough to provide them with endless benefits in the local area.

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In the blink of an eye, it's April again.

It was also the day that Zhang Yang had owned the system for a full year.

In that year, his life was like a dream; even the phrase "soaring to great heights" couldn't fully describe the changes he underwent.

Last April, he first entered the system and tasted its benefits, feeling a sense of initial triumph in his life.

However, in April of this year, he was already in the Gangge Republic on the Africa continent, strategizing behind the scenes and carrying out a heinous act of deception. He had already managed to make the Salito Province as solid as an ironclad fortress, with his people everywhere.

Wealth and glory were nothing but fleeting clouds in his eyes at this moment.

It's not that he doesn't care about money; it's just that at this moment, money is no different from a string of numbers to him.

Many industries across China—five-star hotels, office buildings, major landmarks, minor landmarks, or even the rising stars of the hot pot industry—are booming in Beijing, representing hundreds of billions of yuan in revenue...

Abroad, mining and resources represent a wealth as vast as the ocean.

Not to mention the not-too-distant future, when Zabol might actually ascend to the presidency, and the day his grand scheme finally comes to fruition...

"What an unstoppable journey through life!"

Zhang Yang stood in the bedroom next to the office, looking down at Chris's blonde hair cascading down her smooth back, feeling incredibly pleased with himself.

"Master." Chris seemed to sense Zhang Yang's emotions and immediately responded to Zhang Yang with even more effort.

"Ahhh."

Later, Chris curled up in Zhang Yang's arms, letting him stroke her blonde hair, smooth back, and amazing buttocks.

In front of Zhang Yang, no matter how formidable she was in combat and how strong she was, she was as docile as a cat.

As for the title "master," she used it voluntarily. In her words, she had essentially sold herself to Zhang Yang, and since Zhang Yang had saved her life, wasn't he her rightful master?

Zhang Yang naturally accepted it with a smile.

He didn't need a female bodyguard.

But if this female bodyguard is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, skilled in firearms and hand-to-hand combat, and adept at shooting and driving, not only in bed but also in bed, then that would be quite remarkable.

It must be admitted that controlling a Western woman is a completely different experience compared to controlling an Eastern woman; it's more wild and unrestrained, and more suited to letting loose on this rugged Africa continent.

As for the black girl... Zhang Yang admitted that he could never get over that mental hurdle.

Even some Black women truly deserve the description of having bright eyes and white teeth, and being stunningly beautiful... their skin tone isn't black, but rather a slightly darker wheat color.

Most importantly, they seem to possess an amazing sense of vitality.

"I was still a bit too conservative after all," Zhang Yang sighed inwardly, pointing to the cigar box beside him.

Chris, with her precocious talent, took out a cigar, cut it, lit it, and handed it to Zhang Yang.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Zhang Yang simply put on his coat and went into the office next door to work for a while.

I have both important and minor matters to attend to.

The minor matter concerns the commissioning of those two copper mines.

Because everything went smoothly, without any complicated procedures, and because Zhang Yang subtly used his identity as a warrior of a hundred tribes to recruit a large number of local natives to serve him, he was able to get his hands on them.

The production progress of these two copper mines is simply astonishing.

Equipment, personnel, venue...

Everything is changing rapidly. It is estimated that in another two months or so, production should begin.

The two copper mines could generate nearly two billion yuan in revenue for him each year.

In fact, including these two, he has a total of three mines, and his costs have already been significantly reduced again, for example, through taxes...

What the hell do I need to pay taxes for?

Although Salito Province is nominally part of the Gangge Republic, it is in fact self-sufficient in terms of finance and taxation, as it does not receive funding from the central government and does not pay any taxes to the state.

Therefore, Zhang Yang naturally made things easy for himself.

As for the money Zabol needs to support his army, it doesn't matter if it comes from the contributions of these few mines. Just find a way to squeeze more money out of the locals. Those outsiders are fat sheep; they're used to being fleeced anyway, so just share the profits with them.

We must be cautious about using the people's hard-earned money.

Having finally eliminated the anti-government armed forces in the province, the province was now in a state of peace and order. Zabol took the opportunity to introduce several favorable policies, which won him the hearts of the people in the province.

At this crucial juncture, we absolutely cannot afford any problems.

"Running for president!" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, watching Chris was already dressed, come out from the inner room. "Chris, it seems like it's been a long time since you've been back to London?"

"Yes, Master." Chris nodded gently and habitually put on the bulletproof vest again.

"You should go back home on that leave," Zhang Yang said with a wave of his hand.

"I..." Chris shook her head, "I can't be not there for you when you need me."

"Where would we need you?" Zhang Yang said half-jokingly, "My personal safety? Or... you know?"

Personal safety?

It's still unclear who's protecting whom.

As for that thing... Chris's gone, but he can always find someone else! It might not be as convenient as back home, but if he wanted to, what problem couldn't he solve?

If all else fails...

Chris smiled, pursing her lips. "Perhaps you're looking for that Miss Zhou?"

"I can consider it," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Since their last meeting, he would occasionally visit Zhou Keying to reminisce about the past and savor the taste of that young married woman.

He knew that Zhou Keying was single.

According to her, she caught her ex-husband in China having an affair, which led to their separation.

As for why someone with such a charming wife would keep a mistress, well, it's simply because a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen affair.