Chapter 1115 Mashuk Was Sold to Sir Yang by His Father!

The reason why these South African tycoons are the richest group of tycoons is that they are certainly not simple.

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

Now, after Yang Ming finished talking to them.

These people also dispersed.

Here at the Manor Hotel, after the wealthy people and their families left, the peace of the past gradually returned.

At this point, Errol and Mashuk are still here.

Errol is indeed not a real rich man. Although he has an emerald mine in Zambia, the value is indeed not high. In addition, his main identity is an engineer.

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

"Boss, Mr. Errol and classmate Mashuk are still there."

When Yang Ming passed by.

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

"Hello Sir Yang."

"Hello, Mr. Errol."

"Classmate Ma Shuke, I didn't expect that we would meet again."

Ma Shuke muttered in his heart that he didn't want to come in the first place, but his father dragged him here.

Yang Ming and Errol went aside to talk.

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

"Sir Yang, I am used to living in South Africa and have no plans to immigrate to other places."

"What about your son?"

"my son?"

Errol was confused.

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

Sir Yang, chairman of Imperial Group, actually wants to train his son?

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

However, Errol was still a little confused.

After all, his son's academic performance in middle school was only average.

Originally, Ma Shuk's mother wanted to take Ma Shuk to Canada. However, he won the lawsuit and Ma Shuk belonged to him.

"Sir Yang, I still can't figure it out."

Errol really couldn't figure it out.

"I have a way of meeting people."

. . .

When Errol and Yang Ming finished talking.

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

However, he still couldn't figure it out.

What is so good about your son?

"Father, did you really sell me?"

"Yes. Sir Yang said that he will send you to the best middle school and university in Hong Kong, and then focus on training you to become the best professional manager. As for me? Sir Yang is willing to send you to South Philippines and even part of Africa. Leave the business to me and I will become a billionaire in South Africa.”

"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 adapt. Life in Xiangjiang, I will return to South Philippines then.”

What else did Mashuk want to say.

Errol was set.

. . .

That night.

Yang Ming is in the study room of the Manor Hotel.

This time when he came to South Philippines, his mission was basically completed.

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

Including the rich and elite in South Africa, he has already made that move.

As for digging Mashuk in advance.

It's an unexpected gain.

Moreover, Mashuk is different from others.

At this time, in Yang Ming's view, it is still malleable. However, in a few years, it will be difficult for the other party to be affected by the ideological and cultural influence of Country M.

After all, it's impossible to say that everyone is like Melis.

23:00 in the evening.

Chen Zhenhua knocked on the door and came in.

"Boss, Bota's bodyguard is here again."

Pota?

Yang Ming went outside.

Saw the pagoda under the tree.

"Sir Young."

"Mr. Botha."

The two greeted each other.

Tonight, Sir Yang invited those wealthy South Africans to discuss matters, and Bota already knew about it.

Even Bota knew very well that Europe and the United States have been poaching South Philippines, including its rich and elite.

However, Botha knew very well that his family members wanted to leave South Africa, not to mention other wealthy people and elites in South Africa. Those people wanted to leave, and he had no way to stop them.

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

As for what Sir Yang and those wealthy South Africans were talking about tonight, he didn't care.

"Mr. Bota, I am planning to leave South Philippines and return to Hong Kong in two days."

"Sir Yang, are you leaving?"

When Bota heard that Sir Yang was about to leave South Africa and return to Xiangjiang, he felt a pity.

After all, during this time, he found that the advice Sir Yang gave him was very good.

Like that most important piece of advice.

Divide South Africa into two parts, one for white people and one for black people.

Moreover, Botha has been negotiating with white representatives. On the other hand, Botha has sent people to talk to Israel. After all, a small country like Israel has survived in this way. They don't believe that they can't survive in South Philippines.

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

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

After all, if it is true as Sir Yang said, there is no use in controlling Southwest Fei.

In addition, they will also give up big cities like Johannesburg in Southern Philippines.

Then they will keep the area mainly based on Cape Town as the new capital of their white people in Southern Philippines. As for whether they can hold it and how much area they can hold, it depends on themselves.

"Mr. Bota, I hope you can succeed."

If they can succeed, the interests of these indigenous white people can still be preserved for the most part.

At that time, millions of white people in Southern Philippines will all move to this place to form a new real white Southern Philippines.

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

After all, when Mandela really came to power, Southern Philippines would still be the Southern Philippines in history.

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

Bota said hurriedly.

Yang Ming shook his head in his heart.

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

"Mr. Bota, if you have letters, I can deliver them to those countries for you."

"Sir Yang, thank you."

The two men agreed.

Bota left.

Looking at Bota and his bodyguards leaving, Yang Ming still shook his head.

He knew that even if Bota tried harder, it would be useless.

Yang Ming returned to his room to rest.

. . .

Two days later.

Yang Ming was ready to leave Johannesburg.

Before Yang Ming left the manor hotel, Yang Ming found that the young white beauties that Bota had sent some time ago to serve and take care of Yang Ming were all willing to follow Yang Ming to leave Southern Philippines and immigrate to Hong Kong.

Chapter 2!

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