Mining Tycoon

The figure turned around.

His profile was incredibly handsome, his physique tall and imposing, and he was surrounded by a multitude of charisma.

He exudes an aura of true power and influence.

Both of them caught their breath and stood with their hands hanging down, looking somewhat restrained.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Please sit down," Zhang Yang gestured.

At this moment, he possessed immense wealth, held the power of life and death over millions of people in three provinces, and associated with only the most distinguished individuals, including bosses and executives of various multinational corporations. His aura was naturally innate, emanating from within.

He is already a true big shot, so he naturally doesn't need any props to force himself to act like one.

The two guests nervously found chairs and sat down, still looking extremely restrained and not at all relaxed.

"Don't be nervous." Zhang Yang casually took out a cigarette and laughed. "I'm a very easygoing person, I don't have many fusses. Want one?"

The two men accepted the cigarettes with both hands, looking flattered and somewhat apprehensive.

Zhang Yang found it amusing, so he casually pulled back the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the living room and pushed open the door leading to the terrace.

"Let's go outside and talk."

On the terrace, a gentle breeze blows, and in the distance stretches an endless expanse of trees and grass.

The two guests from China lit cigarettes, took a couple of puffs, and stood behind Zhang Yang. Under the influence 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 puffed on his cigarette while exchanging casual pleasantries.

The two stood aside and quickly answered in detail, leaving no stone unturned.

"Then we're practically from the same hometown," Zhang Yang nodded upon hearing this.

Both are from Yongjia County, Zhejiang Province. Yongjia is one of the most famous hometowns of overseas Chinese in China, with tens of thousands of overseas Chinese living abroad. They have a natural drive to make a living.

As for the claim of being from the same hometown...

In a foreign land, those from the same country are considered compatriots, and those from neighboring provinces are practically fellow countrymen.

The two people standing nearby felt relieved upon hearing this and quickly tried to flatter and ingratiate themselves with him.

"I've heard why you're here," Zhang Yang asked. "What kind of real estate are you planning to develop here? Residential? Or something else?"

"In response to Mr. Zhang, we have always focused on residential development in China, so when we came to Gango, we planned to start with residential projects as well. To be honest, we had already developed a residential community before, but it was destroyed due to the war..." one of them said.

"Other provinces in Gango are indeed not very peaceful, but the overall situation here is alright." Zhang Yang looked at them. "If you want to develop residential housing, no problem, I welcome it."

The lower-class people in Gango mostly live in makeshift houses, the kind of residential buildings that are common in China, not even high-rise buildings, but in Ganggo, these are considered wealthy areas.

When domestic developers come to develop residential properties, it's truly a game-changer.

Upon hearing Zhang Yang's words, the two were overjoyed.

"Mr. Zhang, actually, we came here hoping... hoping you could accept a portion of the shares." The two exchanged a glance. "It's just a small token of our appreciation."

"No need for shares." Zhang Yang glanced at them. "Just relax and do your job normally, there won't be any problems."

The reason he declined was twofold: firstly, he genuinely looked down on such a small amount of money; secondly, given his current status, if he were to actually take their shares and invest in their company, it would be an immense benefit for the two of them.

If they want to get involved in real estate, that's fine; as long as they do it properly, he will naturally provide them with a stable environment.

But to think you can use his name to achieve instant success? Are you kidding me?

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Seeing Zhang Yang's attitude, the two dared not say another word.

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

That's enough.

"Here's a number for you. If you encounter any problems you can't solve, you can contact him." Zhang Yang casually handed over the number of one of his subordinates.

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

The two were overjoyed and quickly accepted the gift with profuse thanks.

A moment later, the two quite consciously took their leave.

Zhang Yang naturally didn't try to keep them, and simply had the butler escort them on their way.

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On the terrace, Zhang Yang watched the departing figure while lost in thought.

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 he currently owns a lithium mine with an annual profit of nearly 2 billion yuan, and two copper mines that together generate an annual profit of over 1 billion yuan.

These three mines alone can bring him nearly four billion yuan in revenue each year.

Yes, power is power, and hidden energy is hidden energy. No matter how influential someone is, it all comes down to tangible benefits.

For example, the Gangge Republic possesses the most valuable and abundant mineral resources.

He had already exercised enough restraint.

He had long since gained control of the three provinces of Gango, both overtly and covertly, and had also dealt with the most deeply rooted indigenous tribal forces. Those unclaimed mines were now at his disposal.

But he only reached out and took two copper ores, nothing more.

However, in recent days, he has acquired quite a few small gold mines. According to incomplete statistics, the gold reserves in Gango are as high as 600 tons, with various small gold mines scattered like raindrops, mostly within the territory of many tribes.

With his reputation as a warrior of a hundred tribes, when he asked for a harmless little gold mine, those tribes were more than happy to oblige, wishing they could offer up their gold mines in exchange for his protection.

There are about ten small gold mines in total, which are expected to generate nearly a billion yuan in revenue for him each year. He didn't take it for nothing; he directly hired local natives to work for him and gave them plenty of benefits. For those tribes, it was an unexpected bonus, making them ecstatic.

"My cash flow is terrifyingly abundant," Zhang Yang exclaimed after doing a quick calculation.

Domestic industries generate massive amounts of cash for him day after day, year after year, while several large mines and countless small gold mines abroad continuously transform his trickle of cash flow into a vast ocean.

In short, they have so much money they don't know what to do with it.

Well, if your small private jet feels too small, it's time to upgrade to a proper large private jet, such as the Gulfstream G series, which is exclusive to 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's expanded his territory in Africa, conquering land and acquiring various mineral resources, becoming a mining tycoon. Meanwhile, his parents are still running restaurants back home, one or two at a time. That's too conservative, too slow. It's time for them to really make their mark.

Not long after, the notification that the payment had been received finally arrived.

Within minutes, the overseas call came in.

It was a call 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, his emotions running high.

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

"I've made a fortune recently, so I'm giving it to you two as a bonus," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "How's our shop doing?"

"Everything's great! All four stores are booming. Your mother and I are counting money until our hands cramp, haha!" Zhang Zhaohai laughed loudly. "But when it comes to making money, son, you're the most capable."

"Four stores aren't enough. How about we open ten this year?" Zhang Yang said, half-jokingly.

With enough money, opening a shop is easy – just follow the example.

Currently, their family owns four restaurants in operation. They are quickly finding new locations, partnering with renovation companies to carry out renovations, and hiring staff. The elderly couple doesn't even need to do everything themselves; they've established a restaurant management company to handle the rest.

There are about thirty stores in the entire Yinghai City, which is about right.

Even if there are thirty restaurants, it's just a drop in the ocean for him now. Their only purpose is to help Zhang Zhaohai and his wife find meaning in life and have some fun.

"Ten stores? You're going to overwork your parents?!" Zhang Zhaohai exclaimed in shock.

"If you're too busy, hire people! What if you have twenty or thirty stores in the future? Do you still want to do everything yourself?" Zhang Yang laughed. "Alright, that's all for now. I'm abroad. Take care."

Zhang Yang kept the conversation brief, hanging up the phone without exchanging many pleasantries with his father.

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

Given their size, the Yinghai Catering Association should at least have them run for vice president.

If all thirty stores open next year, I will definitely compete for the presidency of the Yinghai Catering Association.

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In May, Zabol consolidated his power while simultaneously taking over the territories of the three provinces.

Ren Gango faced domestic political turmoil, so he focused on maintaining stability in the 300,000 square kilometers of his base in the three provinces.

This is his stronghold, and the foundation of his confidence in becoming president.

As for the current president.

Watch as his towering buildings rise, watch as he hosts lavish banquets, and watch as his buildings crumble.

He came to power through a coup, which was illegitimate in the first place. Sooner or later, he will be punished in kind and treated the same way. Perhaps that day is not far off.

Zabol simply sat back in his base camp and waited.

As for Zhang Yang, the real mastermind behind the scenes, he's unusually busy.

After all, these three provinces are nominally Zabol's territory, but in reality, they are inseparable from Zhang Yang, almost equivalent to his private plot. If this land can develop even slightly better, and the people can live and work in peace and contentment, it will naturally bring him endless benefits.

The capital of Salito Province.

A main road.

The overall feel is similar to the central blocks of some well-developed 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 by the roadside, holding banners and excitedly welcoming the arrival of the motorcade.

The convoy consisted of a variety of vehicles.

There were military off-road vehicles with machine guns leading the way, followed closely by Land Rover Defender, and even luxury cars in the traditional sense.

The convoy stopped, and a group of burly Black security guards got out of the cars first.

Then, the car door opened.

Amidst thunderous applause, Zhang Yang smiled and got out of the car.

From his personal perspective, he doesn't really need any pomp and circumstance, since he's used to a carefree life. As for protection, he needs even less; his own martial prowess is his greatest weapon.

However, his status and position necessitate it.

He can't possibly be the second most important person in three provinces, yet still travel alone in one car, traveling light, can he?

His actions must be consistent with his identity and image.

"Mr. Zhang, welcome!" The owner of the largest Chinese supermarket in the area came up to greet him with great excitement.

Zhang Yang smiled and shook hands with everyone.

There are currently tens of thousands of Chinese living in Gango. In the three provinces under his influence, there are at least several thousand. Among them are older overseas Chinese who immigrated decades ago, mostly from Hong Kong Island. Some are Chinese-funded companies, and a considerable number are individual business owners and private entrepreneurs from all over the country.

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

The business environment is unprecedentedly favorable.

As an overseas Chinese leader, he naturally enjoyed immense prestige among his compatriots in China, and everyone spontaneously rallied around him.

"Is that Zhang Sheng?"

"They all say that Zhang Sheng has the final say here. It sounds very quack-like, as if everyone talks in black and white."

In the crowd, two young girls, dressed warmly but whose fair skin was still visible, whispered to each other.

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

Today, upon hearing that Mr. Zhang, a prominent figure among overseas Chinese, was coming, they couldn't resist coming out to see what the fuss was about. However, they were all stunned when they saw him in person.

Mr. Zhang, who wielded such immense power and held such prestige among the overseas Chinese, was surprisingly handsome in person, leaving a lasting impression and inspiring endless admiration.

"Young lady, don't talk nonsense. 'A person in charge of both the legitimate and criminal worlds'?" The middle-aged man beside him chuckled. "Does 'a person in charge of both the legitimate and criminal worlds' even have the right to describe Mr. Zhang's status? Can people in charge of both the legitimate and criminal worlds mobilize the military and police at will? Can their words be used as rules or laws?"

He looked away, taking in the surrounding troops on guard, the police maintaining order, and the imposing figure standing in the crowd, surrounded by others.

He muttered to himself.

The three provinces, covering more than 300,000 square kilometers and with a population of over 10 million, can almost be considered a country within a country, with its own system and legal rules.

In this kind of world, he holds a position equivalent to that of the number two person.

What kind of status do you think this is?

A figurehead in both the legitimate and underworld circles? Ha!

Mr. Zhang's words meant that if he ordered someone to kneel in front of the door for three days and three nights, then that person had to kneel in front of the door for three days and three nights.

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At this moment, Zhang Yang, surrounded by the crowd, noticed several older generation overseas Chinese who had come to Africa to do business. They were accompanied by some bodyguards who, judging from their black hair and black eyes, should also be Chinese.

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

Several overseas Chinese with gray hair quickly responded.

"Much better, much better. These are all nephews and nieces of the family. They did act as bodyguards in the family business before, but now that you're here, Mr. Zhang, the security is much better. We don't even need to carry weapons when we go out."

Zhang Yang glanced at the fervent admiration in the eyes of the young people and a thought suddenly popped into his head.