The Great One Returns

At the beginning of July, the annual council meeting of the Yangtze Club will be held in Yudu, a mountainous city in China.

The choice of Yudu as the host city this year is deliberate, as Yudu the economic, financial, and innovation center of the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, which aligns perfectly with the Yangtze Club's mission.

As a newly appointed member of the council, Zhang Yang naturally received an invitation as well.

The private estate in Salito Province is surrounded by beautiful scenery, making it impossible to tell that it is located in Africa.

"It's time to go back and take a look."

Zhang Yang stood on the terrace, admiring the scenery while muttering to himself.

As a highly influential chamber of commerce in China, the Yangtze Club Chamber of Commerce is home to a host of industry giants from sectors such as real estate, finance, manufacturing, internet, and energy. Its importance is self-evident, and this newly appointed council member should take this opportunity to make his debut.

As for Gango's domestic situation?

At least in the short term, nothing major should happen.

Since the last Paimon Province, when his top soldier Apu successfully took over as the governor of Paimon Province, governors of many provinces have repeatedly challenged the president, each with their own agenda.

The president's power could only retreat further to the area surrounding the capital, Jinsa.

Everything seems to be at a delicate balance.

This Africa country, with an area of over two million square kilometers and a population of just over one hundred million, has been in turmoil since its independence and has yet to achieve true centralization of power.

This situation seems likely to continue for the foreseeable future.

A thoughtful look flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes, as if he had suddenly grasped something.

But soon, he shook his head and chuckled.

That's thinking too far ahead.

Such grand undertakings are not something he can concern himself with right now. His immediate priority is to be down-to-earth and manage his current territory well.

What is the current core base?

These three provinces are their own private territories, their true headquarters—this is an open secret.

Paimon Province has also been taken over by his elite soldier, Apu, which is a secret weapon.

By the way, besides that, there are at least dozens of his men lurking in key positions within the provincial government armies.

In recent days, he deliberately arranged some coincidences, accidents, or attacks that were not coincidences, to give these elite soldiers who were lurking around the powerful people in various provinces a good chance to show off.

They were all elite soldiers, exceptionally skilled, and incredibly agile.

This performance was naturally stunning, and a considerable number of them easily gained the trust of the local authorities, and were even regarded as confidants.

In this way, Gango knew almost nothing, big or small, about the entire country.

Ready to go back to China!

Before returning to China, the secondhand Gulfstream G650ER that I had ordered from an international energy tycoon through an intermediary was finally completed. Including taxes, it cost about 600 million yuan in total and is now parked at Cape Town International Airport in South Africa.

With this, this super-rich tycoon and top tycoon has finally completed another milestone in his life.

They own the world's fastest, most expensive, and most luxurious large private jet.

Compared to the Gulfstream G650ER, the small private jet in front of him looked like an underdeveloped toy.

As for why not buy a new one.

Because we have to wait.

From ordering to shipping, it takes several years to receive your order, so you might as well buy it sooner and enjoy it sooner.

Moreover, private jets are top-tier luxury items, exclusive to the super-rich, and are commonly traded secondhand. Although this Gulfstream is secondhand, it has only flown a few hundred hours, and its interior design is incredibly luxurious, with a strong Saudi Arabia influence.

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Kinshasa International Airport.

The convoy was surrounded by security personnel and was fully armed.

Passersby glanced at them.

The car door opened, Zhang Yang, surrounded by heavy security personnel, walked through a special passage to board the plane.

At this moment, his public identity is that of a close confidant of Vice President Zabol, enjoying Zabol's deep trust and naturally holding a pivotal position. Therefore, he must have the proper pomp and circumstance, which is part of his deliberate creation of his public persona.

After all, that's how the elites in the Gangge Republic behave—they care about appearances and grand gestures.

He doesn't need to be unconventional or seek special treatment.

However, this time he didn't use anyone else for security; instead, all the personnel came from his own security company.

Over this period of growth, the security company's business volume and scope have expanded significantly. The company's services, the excellent quality and professionalism of its security personnel have earned widespread praise from employers, and its reputation is now exceptionally good.

As for the security force that accompanied him back to China, they were all elites from the security company.

Everyone here has been tested by blood and fire, and their hands are stained with blood. Their imposing presence is something that ordinary bodyguards can't match.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

Airport executives lined up, bowing all the way, and personally led the way.

Zhang Yang holds a high position of power in the Gangge Republic and is already a true super boss, so it is only natural in his eyes for these people to be so obsequious.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Arrogant? Arrogance is perfectly justified.

They openly and covertly control the territory of four provinces in the Gangge Republic, command an army of over 100,000, and have mouthpieces and informants throughout the provincial government forces.

How could he not be arrogant?

At this moment, an incredibly lavish procession surrounded his tall and handsome figure, making him appear like a god descended from heaven, with the onlookers looking up at him in awe.

"What important person is traveling?"

"Isn't this a bit too much of a show? So unrestrained?"

The airport was filled with tourists from all over the world traveling to and from Gango. Witnessing this scene, they couldn't help but whisper among themselves, their eyes filled with awe.

Among the crowd, there were naturally many visitors from China.

He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Hiss, judging by that demeanor, could he... could he be one of our own?"

"That's for sure. That oriental charm, those features and temperament, are something that people from other Asian countries can't imitate. It has to be one of our own."

"China produces some big shots!"

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Above the clouds, on a business jet bound for Cape Town International Airport.

Zhang Yang crossed his legs, gazing leisurely out the porthole, his thoughts already drifting to Cape Town, South Africa, thousands of miles away.

South Africa and Gango are undoubtedly two different worlds.

South Africa is the most economically developed and industrialized country in all of Africa.

In terms of shipping, it has shipping hubs like the Cape of Good Hope, 136 ports, and the largest, the Port of Cape Town, which contributes more than 10 million tons of throughput annually.

In terms of mineral resources, it remains one of the world's top five mineral resource countries, on par with major mineral resource nations such as Australia and Russia.

Most importantly, there is a favorable international environment.

South Africa is a member of both the Commonwealth of Nations and BRICS, and maintains relatively harmonious diplomatic relations with both China and the West.

"Huh?"

Zhang Yang glanced at the message that had just arrived and immediately smiled.

Just today, something neither major nor minor happened in Gango.

High-ranking officials and military commanders from multiple provinces across the country have jointly called on the incumbent president to restart the presidential election process.

To put it bluntly, they don't recognize Gango's current presidency.

In novels, this is called impeachment.

On a grander scale, this is forcing the president to step down.

The current president can, of course, ignore these outside voices and just hold onto his own sphere of influence. But prestige is a fickle thing; if things continue like this, the current president's authority will only weaken, to the point that he can't even control his own sphere of influence.

Zhang Yang smiled knowingly because this matter concerned him.

After gaining the trust of the provincial leaders, his elite soldiers became their advisors and confidants, subtly influencing their decision-making.

The fact that they spoke out in unison this time is inextricably linked to their influence.

After all, the current president is already in a weak position and has retreated back to his own sphere of influence. Taking this opportunity to spread rumors and persuade high-ranking officials to speak out and further undermine the president's prestige is entirely in the interests of those officials.

This was yet another attempt by Zhang Yang.

The first attempt was a grand, open, and decisive one, directly overthrowing the rule of the Paimon Province's rulers and placing his own people in power.

This second attempt was even more silent and subtle, seemingly like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, but in reality, it unleashed an even greater amount of energy.

"Have I raised a bunch of traitors?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

His ministers are treacherous, but mine are loyal.

He suddenly became curious, wondering how long the current president of the Gangge Republic could hold out.

Will it succumb to external pressure first, or will the internal forces collapse first?

Once he steps down...

The only one to return to power was Zabol; his position as vice president was no joke.

Later that day, the business jet landed at Cape Town International Airport, and Zhang Yang and more than a dozen security personnel disembarked one after another.

I'm eager to go home.

He had no intention of staying in South Africa any longer and just wanted to fly back home as soon as possible.

Of course, the first thing to do is to see his big toy.

Gulfstream G650ER.

This is the aerial vehicle of the super-rich, known as the Ferrari of the skies, and it's been famous for a long time.

The staff, who had been waiting for a long time, led Zhang Yang and his group to the business jet parking area with the utmost sincerity and professionalism.

Zhang Yang stood with his arms crossed, sizing up the huge thing in front of him.

The captain, first officer, and three blonde flight attendants stood by, ready to provide the most professional service at any time.

"It's definitely big enough," Zhang Yang remarked.

If he were still the same young, wealthy Zhang Yang from China who had never been to Africa, he would probably be filled with excitement right now.

After all, this is a huge deal worth 600 million.

Those who own this Ferrari in the air are all internationally renowned super-rich individuals, such as Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos of Amazon. In China, needless to say, they are all among the richest of the rich, the most powerful of the powerful.

But he is no longer the same person he used to be.

In Africa, in Gango, on that vast territory of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers that resembled a country within a country, he wielded immense power, commanded a large army, owned vast mines, and dabbled in arms.

I have so much. I've seen so much.

Facing this Ferrari, a super private jet renowned among the world's rich and powerful, I naturally felt quite at ease.

Not too calm, but not so excited as to be uncontrollable either.

It's similar to... well, the feeling of a child getting a new toy... the excitement of seeing something new.

This star model in the Gulfstream has a top cruising speed of Mach 0.995, close to the speed of sound, and a range of 13,000 kilometers when cruising at Mach 0.85, which is enough to easily take an intercontinental trip.

In addition, it boasts the largest cabin in its class, spanning over 80 square meters, equivalent to a two-bedroom apartment. It can easily seat 17 or 18 people while still ensuring ample space and comfort.

As for the fuselage specifications...

It has a wingspan of 30 meters and a fuselage length of 30 meters.

Both are twice the size of his previous private jet; looking at them together, one is a behemoth, and the other a tiny karaomi.

Zhang Yang glanced at it briefly, then led his group onto the plane.

The security personnel accompanying this trip were all young men from China. For everyone involved, this trip was like returning home.

Gulfstream aircraft offer extensive customization options.

Therefore, the functional areas are designed according to customer needs.

The previous owner of this aircraft was an energy tycoon. The interior of the aircraft is divided into VIP lounges, conference rooms, and private suite areas. As for the decoration style, it is naturally extremely luxurious, comparable to a presidential suite.

But just as he said before, it has a strong Saudi Arabia influence.

Zhang Yang sat in the large, soft seat, his gaze passing through the porthole, until the flight attendant came to ask if it was time to take off.

"Fly!"

Zhang Yang said casually.

The aircraft is currently being managed by the general aviation company. As for the future... we'll see when we get back to China. Let's experience the flight service first.

A short while later, the plane took off.

The ground continues to move away.

The sky is just a stone's throw away.

As the Africa continent recedes into the distance, the clouds stretch for thousands of miles, seemingly endless.

Zhang Yang's heart had long since flown thousands of miles away, back to the country he had been away from for so long.

We haven't seen each other for more than half a year.

He'll return still a youth... Pshaw!

Zhang Yang shook his head and chuckled, realizing that his current identity and persona had absolutely nothing to do with being a teenager...

In Gango, his hands have directly or indirectly caused countless deaths.

The word "ruthless" is insufficient to describe even a fraction of what he did.

After all, a kind heart cannot command an army, and righteousness cannot manage finances.

But when he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but pause slightly in surprise.

Damn... this face.

Thanks to the system, even after spending more than half a year in Africa, even after experiencing so many earth-shattering events and gunfire, his face remained as gentle and refined as jade, showing no trace of hardship.

Isn't this what it means to return still a youth?

Inside the cabin, the accompanying security personnel remained silent, sitting motionless in their seats. Several flight attendants came in to deliver things several times, but each time they were terrified and dared not utter a word.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang was always chivalrous, so he asked a few flight attendants to go directly to his private living room to check out the comfort of the bed.

Yes, it's really good.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, it really feels like sleeping on clouds; they're so soft and fluffy that you sink right in if you grab on one.

The private living quarters are incredibly soundproof; you can't hear the plane's engines at all.

Zhang Yang gave it a positive review.

Several flight attendants also gave it positive reviews.