The Earth-Shattering Plan Finally Lands

Life in Yinghai was filled with everyday joys and sorrows, yet it was also incredibly fulfilling.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Zhaohai and his wife continued to devote themselves to their work.

The five restaurants that have already opened are thriving and continue to be packed with customers every day. In addition, the couple is also looking for several new locations in Yinghai to open a few more stores at the same time.

Ever since they learned that their son's wealth was many times greater than they had imagined, the couple had become somewhat unrestrained.

Having just received tens of millions, he no longer held back and went straight to making bold moves.

New District Store, Development Zone Store, Renmin Road Store, Jiefang Road Store...

They've all started preparing in droves.

It is expected that by the middle of next year, it will basically cover the Yinghai City, with the number of stores expected to reach ten.

The next step is to expand beyond Yinghai City and into the surrounding counties.

It's that quick and easy.

Haiqin Restaurant is already well-known in Yinghai's catering industry, and has become the first choice for tourists visiting Yinghai. It is showing a strong trend of becoming a local signature restaurant.

As for my uncle's restaurant, it's just so-so, neither particularly popular nor unpopular.

The store has expanded, but business remains the same. As for a branch, that's just wishful thinking, a distant dream. Lending those hundreds of thousands back then did have its benefits; at least now, my uncle's family is always avoiding us, whether there's a reason or not.

As for Zhang Yang, he naturally wandered among the familiar plants and trees of his hometown, visiting the Four Seasons Hotel under his own name whenever he had time, and occasionally picking up Teacher Meng from work on a whim.

While it's not advisable to become overly attached to romantic relationships, reminiscing about them occasionally can be quite enjoyable.

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After becoming wealthy, even minor birthdays are celebrated in grand style.

At his father Zhang Zhaohai's 49th birthday banquet, Zhang Zhaohai hosted a large party with more than a dozen tables, inviting relatives, friends, business partners, and friends from his circle to celebrate.

Everyone was gathered together, making it quite lively.

Zhang Zhaohai was beaming, surrounded by flattering words that made him feel like he was floating on air, oblivious to the passage of time.

"Dad, today is your forty-ninth birthday. I didn't prepare anything special." Zhang Yang stood up, raised his glass, and approached his father, Zhang Zhaohai. "Here, this is for you, Dad. Happy birthday."

Under the lights, everyone's eyes turned to them.

The object in his hand was shiny; it was a car key.

"A car? You're sending a car to your dad?" Zhang Zhaohai laughed heartily, taking the car as he asked, "What kind of car is it this time?"

"The car is downstairs, shall we go take a look?" Zhang Yang said.

A group of Zhang Zhaohai's friends around him kept cheering and urging him on, and everyone came out with great interest to see what kind of car it was.

Under the outdoor sunlight, a car gleamed, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

It is the Maybach Pullman S680, which cost over ten million yuan to purchase.

Many people around recognized its value, and many stood there stunned, dumbfounded.

"Maybach-Pelmann!"

"So imposing, such a powerful aura! I wouldn't trade it for Rolls-Royce."

To be honest, although the Rolls-Royce Phantom has a strong presence and is reserved for the wealthy, with the rise of social media and the bombardment of various short video platforms, it seems that every rich person owns Rolls-Royce -Rolls-Royce Phantom. Live Phantom, e-commerce sellers, and even popular internet Phantom all have Rolls-Royce -Rolls-Royce Phantom.

We're getting a bit tired of seeing it all the time; it's become so common.

But the sight of this 6.5-meter-long, silver-black Pullman immediately exuded an overwhelming sense of ultimate nobility.

The true vehicle of choice for big shots, the first-class cabin on land.

Even if a super-rich person were to ride in this car, it wouldn't lower their status.

"This... this car..." Zhang Zhaohai stammered, staring wide-eyed at the car in front of him, his hands flailing excitedly.

And the license plate on that car, those glaring eights.

High-profile, impressive... Zhang Zhaohai was so excited he almost fainted.

Congratulations, Mr. Zhang, on your new car!

Congratulations!

Happy birthday, Mr. Zhang!

The surrounding praise and envy instantly overwhelmed him, and the crowd surged forward, surrounding Zhang Zhaohai, with congratulations ringing out endlessly.

At this point, looking across the Yinghai wealthy people...

Zhang Zhaohai, the boss, is a name that can't be ignored.

When others talk about it, they always mention Mr. Zhang from Yinghai, the restaurant owner, whose car has a Maybach Pullman with a license plate containing several eights.

Their glory days... it's simply indescribable...

As for Mr. Zhang, he's Mr. Zhang's son...

The thought crossed everyone's mind, and they couldn't help but look at the figure in the distance that seemed like a god.

Everyone knows that this is the real big shot, the one who does big business.

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Zhang Yang stood at a distance, giving the spotlight to his father.

He looked at Zhang Zhaohai, who was surrounded by a crowd in the distance, and at his father, who was beaming with pride and had a ruddy complexion. He couldn't help but smile.

My dad is very concerned about his image.

Then give him plenty of face and endless glory.

As for being too high-profile...

Oh··

Some people who become wealthy are afraid of being high-profile and attracting jealousy, because they either acquired their wealth through dishonest means, lack sufficient strength, or have made too many enemies.

He is Zhang Yang...

When wealth and power reach a certain level, everything else becomes fleeting and insignificant.

"It's time to go." Zhang Yang lit a cigarette, his eyes unfocused, and muttered to himself.

He just received the message.

The results of the presidential election in the Gangge Republic, far away in Africa, are about to be announced.

It's pretty much a definite yes or no.

Zabol is about to ascend to the pinnacle of Gango.

Zhang Yang, as the ultimate mastermind and the one who truly manipulates everything, naturally had to appear at Zabol's presidential inauguration ceremony at this time.

Zabol rose to the pinnacle of Gango's power.

He, Zhang Yang, also had to make a public appearance in such an occasion to formally announce his existence.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Yang set off on his Gulfstream train to Africa.

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Gangge Republic

Kinshasa International Airport

The scene was heavily guarded, with security personnel everywhere, and the airport was repeatedly cleared, as if to welcome some important figure.

At 9:00 a. m., a Gulfstream aircraft, its body gleaming, landed at Kinsar International Airport.

Airport staff sprang into action.

Gangway, carpet...

Security vehicles drove straight from outside the airport...

After an unknown amount of time, the cabin door opened, and a tall, handsome figure, bathed in sunlight, walked straight out of the cabin.

It was Zhang Yang.

"We're back again." Zhang Yang looked up at the sky above Gango, then glanced down at the gangway.

Below the gangway, rows of black faces were plastered with obsequious smiles, while several security vehicles from their own security company waited quietly nearby.

In the distance, there were also staff members maintaining order.

This is the kind of pomp and treatment he receives today.

Zabol is almost universally recognized as the next president, and Zhang Yang, as the president's most trusted and influential confidant, naturally becomes a prominent figure in Gango, especially in the capital Jinsa.

These displays are nothing special.

He didn't linger, but went straight down the gangway and into the car that had been waiting below.

They went straight to their official residence.

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The former president has left.

Zabol, as acting president, has been cultivating Jinsa as his sphere of influence for a very long time.

For example, the presidential guard, the Jinsa garrison... they were all replaced with his people.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it an iron bucket.

After a brief stay at the official residence, Zhang Yang drove straight to the Presidential Palace.

In front of others.

He addressed him respectfully as "Mr. President."

He sat behind others, while Zabol stood respectfully to the side, addressing them as "master" throughout.

If outsiders knew about this scene, they would be utterly shocked.

Fortunately, at this moment, it was just the two of them; there was no one else.

"The outcome of this presidential election is entirely in your hands, isn't it?" Zhang Yang asked, sitting down and casually sipping his tea, glancing up at Zabol.

"Reporting to Master, everything is under control," Zabol said, appearing completely confident of victory.

"What about the situation in the other provinces?" Zhang Yang asked again.

After returning to his country, he handed over command of all those elite soldiers to Zabol, allowing him to freely utilize them to achieve his goals.

Apart from their own three-province stronghold, each province operates independently, controlled by the highest local authority.

However, at the same time, dozens of elite soldiers were placed in key positions within the government forces of each province, meaning that the dynamics and every move of each province were under their control.

"Of course, no problem," Zabol said.

"That's great." Zhang Yang nodded and smiled.

Once Zabol becomes president, while he may not have complete control Gango the entire country, he will have a general grasp of the situation in each province. If there is any unusual activity, he can find a way to take it down at any time.

As time goes by, it's only a matter of time Gango unifies the country and all power is centralized in the central government.

As night fell, Zhang Yang and Zabol chatted for a long time before returning to their lodgings by car.

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A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Jinsa National Television broadcast live the official results of the new presidential election in the Gangge Republic.

Zhang Yang watched the live broadcast from his official residence, a slight smile on his face.

"I hereby declare the winner of the new presidential election for the Gangge Republic to be... Zabol..."

With the release of the live stream footage.

The news of Zabol's inauguration as the new president of the Gangge Republic spread instantly throughout the entire Gangge Republic.

Meanwhile, a pleasant system notification sounded in Zhang Yang's mind.

Bite!

Congratulations, host, you have completed the mission: Gango Power Broker

System Reward: Intermediate Gene Agent (Already Issued)

"Finally, I got it!" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with ecstasy.

After so much planning and so many twists and turns, we finally succeeded in putting Zabol in the position of President of the Gangge Republic, and the mission was finally accomplished.

Regardless of how many enormous long-term benefits Zabol's rise to president might bring him.

This thing alone was enough to drive him... crazy!

A moment later, Zhang Yang took out the reward.

A vial of pale purple potion, which is an intermediate-level gene potion.

Zhang Yang, who had always maintained a calm and composed demeanor with little fluctuation, couldn't help but reveal a certain turbulence in his expression at this moment, his heart surging with emotion.

May he live to be two hundred, remain forever young, and be without flaw or imperfection...

To become the perfect human being at the genetic level.

Any one of these items alone is worth far more than hundreds of billions.

"No more hesitation."

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, opened the intermediate-level gene serum, tilted his head back, and swallowed it all.

The swimming pool inside the official residence was sparkling with clear blue water.

Most importantly, there was no one around.

Zhang Yang took off his outer clothes, revealing his perfect, unbeatable physique, and then, in the next second, leaped directly into the water.

The surroundings were completely quiet.

One second, two seconds; one minute, two minutes.

After an unknown amount of time, bubbles suddenly began to rise from the surface of the water, and then, steam began to rise faintly from the cool water.

Beneath the surface, a figure can be vaguely seen sitting on the bottom, eyes closed.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the surface of the pool water churned and rolled, as if waves had risen.

Then, water splashed everywhere.

The dry ground on all sides was suddenly soaked by the water splashes.

Snap!

Snap!

A perfect figure, beyond description, emerged from the water step by step and walked towards the mirror not far away.

In front of the sink, Zhang Yang held onto the countertop with both hands.

Then he slowly raised his head.

"Is this what it feels like to have an intermediate-level gene serum?" He looked at himself in the mirror.

The features on the face reflected in the mirror can only be described as exquisitely sculpted by nature.

It's not just perfect. It's so perfect that it evokes a sense of harmony between all things and symbiosis within the universe—it's clearly a kind of genetic perfection.

And with skin so smooth and poreless, it appears even more imposing and invincible, brimming with power and a perfect physique...

Zhang Yang closed his eyes, feeling the blood surging in his veins, feeling the eight extraordinary meridians throughout his body, the feeling of all his meridians being open.

With every gesture, the heavens and earth seemed to resonate.

"Does the perfect harmony of genes mean coexistence and harmony with all things in nature and the universe?" Zhang Yang murmured to himself.

He could clearly feel the vibrant life force within his body, cycling endlessly.

No wonder he has a lifespan of two hundred years.

He could feel the boundless, inexhaustible power within every cell of his body.

"Just how powerful am I now?"

Looking at his skin in the mirror, which shimmered like jade, he felt an urge to shoot himself.

Could I possibly withstand a bullet with my bare body now?

Or, what if he fell from a hundred meters without using any props or external objects?

Zhang Yang didn't know, and didn't try.

He simply stood beside the pool, which was twenty or thirty meters long, and looked at the water.

The next second, he took a step and stepped onto the water.

The soles of my feet touched the water's surface.

The buoyancy feedback from the water's surface traveled clearly through Zhang Yang's feet to his legs, body, and brain.

Almost instinctively, he took another step.

The surface of the pool water rose and fell.

Zhang Yang traversed dozens of meters of water as if walking on flat ground.

Looking back, he had already gone from one end to the other.

Is this what they call walking on water?

In ancient times, Bodhidharma crossed the river on a single reed.

Zhang Yang estimated that his current ability to cross the water barefoot was comparable to, if not surpassing, that of Bodhidharma.

There are no real gods or immortals in this world.

If there is...

At this moment, Zhang Yang must be like a legendary immortal on land.