I became the richest man in the world after losing my life in a vegetative state.

Early the next day.

When Yang Ming got up, washed his face and body with Azhu's help, changed out of his pajamas, and put on pure white pants and a fashionable Western jacket, it made Azhu feel that Master Yang was really handsome.

Even though Yang Ming is now in a wheelchair, Ah Zhu feels that the gentle and elegant Young Master is really better-looking than most men in Xiangjiang.

Yang Ming was pushed out in a wheelchair by Ah Zhu. Yang Jirong, who was drinking tea and reading a newspaper in the living room, saw his son's outfit and had to say, it looked really good.

It seems that his skin is a bit dark originally, but his wife Li Yufang's skin is very good. If it were not for worrying about her son, she would look much older in the past three years. Li Yufang's skin is fairer and more delicate than that of many female stars.

Yang Ming inherited Li Yufang's skin color and most of his facial features, and he looked really good.

"Good morning, Daddy."

"Peter, good morning."

Yang Ming and Yang Jirong were sitting there drinking tea.

Yang Ming didn't even need to read the newspaper today. He already knew a lot of today's news because he had already read it yesterday.

When Li Yufang and Azhu made breakfast, Li Yufang looked at her son's current outfit and said, "My son is still handsome. I don't know how many women he will charm in the future."

"Mommy, I rely on my talent."

Yang Ming smiled.

Because Yang Ming always feels that his eyes are a bit feminine, some people may particularly like this kind of eyes, and Yang Ming really doesn't want others to see it.

Perhaps because of the relationship in his previous life, if he is not familiar with someone he is particularly familiar with, he does not want to be seen in his eyes.

Just like many wealthy and high-ranking officials, they all like to wear a pair of glasses. In fact, many of them are not because they are short-sighted or presbyopic, they just don't want others to see what they are thinking.

Now Yang Ming has good eyesight and is not short-sighted.

When Yang Ming finished his breakfast, he looked at Ah Zhu and asked, "A Zhu, do I have sunglasses?"

"Master, I'll go upstairs and get it for you."

When Azhu took a pair of sunglasses from Yang Ming's room upstairs.

These were originally the very fashionable blue sunglasses that Yang Ming brought back from London. When worn, they could not only block the sunlight outside, but also prevent others from seeing his eyes.

When Yang Ming put on this pair of sunglasses, Yang Jirong and his wife seemed to look at their son a little differently.

Half past eight in the morning.

Yang Ming, Yang Jirong and Li Yufang came down from upstairs. Now the couple personally accompanied Yang Ming to the Hong Kong Jockey Club Building in Happy Valley to receive the grand prize.

It took almost half an hour for Yang Jirong to drive to the parking lot of the Hong Kong Jockey Club Building.

This is where the Hong Kong Jockey Club has its headquarters and offices.

When Yang Ming got off the car, Yang Jirong and his wife pushed Yang Ming to the front desk on the first floor.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

asked a young woman in a black work skirt at the front desk.

"Miss, my surname is Yang. We are here to redeem the horse lottery prize."

"Mr. Yang, please wait a moment. I'll make a call first."

When the young woman picked up the landline at the front desk to make a call.

About ten minutes later, two staff members came down from upstairs.

"Mr. Yang, hello, I am the director here, and my English name is Thompson." Thompson greeted Yang Jirong, his wife, and Yang Ming respectively.

Then go up to the dedicated elevator.

In the elevator, they already learned that Yang Ming came here to redeem the grand prize from the Happy Valley horse race held yesterday afternoon.

"Mr. Yang, congratulations to you, you are so lucky." The two Thompsons smiled.

Both men are quintessentially British.

At this time, in the late 1970s, although there were Chinese staff at places like the Hong Kong Jockey Club, like the young woman at the front desk just now, she was actually a local Chinese, and the management of the Jockey Club were basically all British. People monopolize.

Get out of the elevator.

Thompson and Yang Ming were even more enthusiastic.

After inviting the three people to the VIP room, in addition to inviting them to drink coffee and taste desserts, the rest was to redeem the horse lottery prize for Yang Ming.

Including Yang Ming’s Xiangjiang ID number and Ma Cai lottery tickets.

After confirming that this was indeed true, Thompson and other staff members became even more enthusiastic.

Soon, other staff came over and asked: "Mr. Yang, we have confirmed that you did win our horse racing lottery jackpot yesterday. The prize is 1880 million Hong Kong dollars. In addition to paying personal income tax, etc., there is also 1550 million Hong Kong dollars." About Hong Kong dollars. For such a grand prize, the Hong Kong Jockey Club has not appeared for many years. I wonder if you are willing to accept an interview with us and share your experience in purchasing horse racing lottery tickets."

Be interviewed?

Share?

Yang Ming was not very happy.

After all, things like this depend on luck.

Of course, Yang Ming couldn't tell them that it was because he saw the results of the horse racing in advance, so he was 100% successful.

"Sorry, I don't really like interviews."

"Mr. Yang, it's okay."

Since Yang Ming was unwilling to be interviewed, they naturally could not force him.

Almost half an hour or so.

The Jockey Club is ready.

"Mr. Yang, I don't know how you want to get the money? In cash? Or directly into your account, or prepare a check for you?"

More than fifteen million in cash.

At this time, in Xiangjiang, it was really a large amount of money. Taking it out like that would directly attract the attention of the gangsters.

As for Yang Ming’s bank account number.

Of course he has, but, won't offer it.

"Hello, write me a check from Huifeng Bank."

"Mr. Yang, no problem."

Thompson soon did it himself.

When the Huifeng Bank check showing 1550 million Hong Kong dollars appeared in front of Yang Ming, he knew that it was a huge fortune.

Now that Yang Ming has gotten the check, what he wants to do is naturally not what Thompson and others care about.

Yang Ming did not stay any longer.

After all, he will make a lot of money next.

When Yang Jirong pushed Yang Ming downstairs and onto the car, Yang Jirong asked: "Peter, where should we go next?"

"Daddy, I want to go to Huifeng Bank in Central."

Yang Jirong drove away from here.

I drove to the business hall of a large Huifeng Bank branch in Central.

Yang Ming and Li Yufang got off the car and entered the business hall. Immediately, a Huifeng Bank staff member in the lobby came over and asked: "Hello, sir, how can I help?"

They saw Yang Ming sitting in a wheelchair, but he looked like he was not an ordinary person, so he naturally seemed very enthusiastic.

"Hello, I want to see your general manager."

When the young woman started to say that the general manager of their bank was very busy, Yang Ming calmly took out the Huifeng Bank check from his body and said: "I have a Huifeng Bank check here for 1550 million Hong Kong dollars, and I am going to deposit it here. money."

1550 million Hong Kong dollars?

This is definitely a big customer.

The female bank clerk was immediately different from before. After taking Yang Ming and Li Yufang to the VIP room of the bank, she enthusiastically made a cup of hot coffee for Yang Ming and Li Yufang respectively. Then she stepped on her high heels and ran non-stop to the general manager. Office knock.

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