I can become stronger by paying salaries. I have one billion employees!

Chapter 724 Senlian's First Enclave! A Trillion-Dollar Empire Arrives in Hong Kong, Can the Hong Kong Stock Market Hold On?
Chen Yansen slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the other person.

The other person was in his early twenties, with a small, oval face and a handsome appearance that subtly revealed a masculine quality. He was wearing a Chanel limited edition autumn dress, white with a hint of pale yellow, like a blooming gardenia.

He was truly surprised. He thought the Huo family had invited him to the party to discuss business, but Huo Yingting only showed up once before pushing his youngest daughter in front of him.

In Chen Yansen's memory, there was no such person in the Huo family.

But then he realized the real reason behind it: it was all about protecting privacy and personal safety.

Just like when Li Zekai was kidnapped, he immediately changed his daughter's name to Li Yanning to prevent outsiders from finding out his secrets.

“I’m thinking, how can a place with a GDP per capita of only $500 raise the average to $1?”

Chen Yansen said slowly.

"It depends on the total population of that place. The larger the population, the more difficult it is, and there must be a pillar industry."

Furthermore, popularizing education, developing industry, and promoting science and technology are all indispensable. We must first transition from agriculture to light industry, and then to heavy industry and high-value-added industries, which will take at least twenty years.

Huo Tongwen held her champagne glass and thought carefully for a moment before answering.

Twenty years?
too slow!
Twenty years? That's too slow! Chen Yansen smiled lightly and said casually, "The transition you mentioned from agriculture to light industry and then to heavy industry is the old path of the industrial era. But now we live in the digital economy era, where some advantages can be obtained in leaps and bounds."

Huo Tongwen disagreed. She raised her rather spirited eyebrows slightly, about to refute him, but then remembered her father's instructions. So she immediately composed herself, smiled gently, and outwardly agreed with Chen Yansen's point of view.

In fact, she was not opposed to contacting Chen Yansen, after all, Chen Yansen was one of the top businessmen in the world.

As for the fact that Chen Yansen has a girlfriend, she didn't care at all.

In Hong Kong, which man with a net worth of over 100 million doesn't have multiple wives and concubines?
It's simply a matter of whether it's public or not.

Chen Yansen gave a few casual words and then walked towards the center of the reception.

It's important to know that the opportunity to spend these three minutes with Huo Tongwen was only secured in exchange for the Huo family's promise to allocate resources to her port and shipping businesses.

In reality, he had no feelings for Huo Tongwen. Although she was beautiful, she always had a masculine look, and he didn't have any strange fetishes.

The other young people at the party were secretly delighted to see Chen Yansen leave Huo Tongwen behind.

"I told you so. Huo Tongwen has no breasts or butt, how could Chen Yansen possibly be interested in her? The Huo family has definitely miscalculated this time."

"She has a good figure, just not plump enough. The Huo family wants to rely on Chen Yansen to drive the family's transformation, but it's not that simple."

"Lorlinda, why don't you go and give it a try?"

Hearing her friend's whispered teasing, He Chaolian subtly puffed out her chest and stepped towards Chen Yansen.

In her eyes, Chen Yansen, who is 1.86 meters tall and has a handsome appearance, is exactly her type.

In addition, a high nose bridge definitely indicates a large nose.

But she had only gone halfway when she saw Huo Yingting pulling Chen Yansen toward the more central circle of wealthy businessmen.

Seeing this, she quickly stopped and turned back dejectedly.

Although the He family's influence and wealth in Macau are not bad, given her status, she really can't move up any further. Firstly, she's not qualified, and secondly, she's likely to leave a bad impression of being ill-mannered and lacking manners.

"Mr. Chen, I've heard you enjoy tea? I have a few jars of fine tea stored in my study. Shall we go upstairs and talk?"

Huo Yingting said with a smile.

He knew that Senlian Capital had made a significant investment in East Africa and was in dire need of support in shipping and ports.

When Chen Yansen last came to Hong Kong Island, he made a special trip to visit the Bao family, so he already knew about this.

"Then I won't be polite."

Chen Yansen readily agreed and then walked into the elevator with Huo Yingting, heading towards the study.

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Alsberba.

In a detached villa in the city center, Behannu leaned against the sofa, holding a glass of wine in his hand, taking small sips, and occasionally glancing at the wall clock.

Every minute!
As planned, Mehari has already taken action.

Tomorrow, we'll pin the blame on Jim first, and once we've killed him, we'll send him directly to Legge.

In this way, they could not only win over the Omoro people, but also take the opportunity to weaken the power of the Tireg people.

A snake cannot move without a head, and a bird cannot fly without wings.

Without a leader in charge, the remaining Tireg executives can be easily bribed with money.

Thinking of this, Behannu's lips curled into a smug smile.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps, accompanied by several panicked shouts, broke the tranquility of the night outside the villa.

Behannu's face darkened, and he turned around abruptly. Just as he was about to reprimand someone, the villa's door was kicked open, and a blood-covered subordinate staggered in and fell heavily to the ground.

“Boss, Mehari,” the subordinate said, his voice trembling as he clutched the wound in his chest.

"Bang" sound!
The bullet pierced his skull, and red and white liquid splattered everywhere.

The soldiers standing behind Behannu instinctively reached for their guns, only to see a dark mass of people filing in, each armed with machine guns or submachine guns.

And the person in charge was none other than Mehari!

"Put your guns down! I have snipers outside. Anyone who moves will be killed!"

Mehari squinted and warned with a smile.

"Mehari, what are you trying to do? This is rebellion!"

Behanu wasn't stupid; he instantly saw through Mehari's intentions and questioned him sharply.

“Boss, you’re getting old, it’s time for you to enjoy your retirement. Hand over the position to me, and I will lead the Hamra people to regain their former glory.”

Mehari's tone was as respectful as ever, but his expression was full of ferocity.

Behannu's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers reached for the pistol at his waist, but as soon as he touched the gun, Mehari's men pressed the gun against the back of his head.

The cold metallic touch made him stiffen, and the authority he had built up in Asberba over the years vanished in an instant.

He suppressed his shock and anger, staring intently at Mehari, and demanded, "I've treated you well, even putting you in charge of the Hamra people's armed forces, and you dare to betray me?"

Mehari walked slowly to Behanu, squatted down, patted his cheek, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Working for someone else doesn't matter, since you're selling yourself anyway, why not sell yourself for a higher price?"

“What Dajim can give you, can’t I give you?” Behannu retorted.

"Dajim? He's nothing!"

Mehari laughed heartily. He knew Behanu had misunderstood, but he was too lazy to explain. With a wave of his hand, two men immediately stepped forward and firmly restrained Behanu.

Then, one of them took out a syringe, the sharp needle gleaming coldly under the light.

Upon seeing this, Behannu trembled uncontrollably. Although he didn't know what the liquid in the syringe was, he understood that after this injection, he might never see the sun rise again.

He stared at the gleaming needle, a hoarse plea escaping his throat: "Mehari, you can't kill me! If you let me go, I'll give you all my property, and I can even help you persuade others to recognize your legal status!"

Mehari merely sneered, his eyes filled with disdain: "Kill you, and all these things will be mine! Why would I need your help? If you live, you will only be a threat to me. Only when you are dead can I truly seize power."

After saying that, he gave a wink to his subordinate who was holding the syringe.

The henchman immediately stepped forward, grabbed Behannu's arm, and aimed the needle at his vein.

Behannu struggled desperately, but no matter how he twisted and turned, his body remained motionless, and he could only watch helplessly as the unknown liquid was slowly pushed into his veins.

"Ho ho—!"

Within a minute, the drug took effect.

Behannu was like a fish stranded on a riverbank, opening his mouth wide and trying to breathe, but still suffocating as if his oxygen had been sucked out.

His body convulsed violently, and his eyes rolled upward, revealing large patches of pale white.

He tried to reach out and grab the table leg next to him for support, but his fingers fell limply after extending less than ten centimeters.

The "hoarse" sound in his throat grew weaker and weaker, the rise and fall of his chest gradually subsided, and finally there was no sound at all, and his face turned purple.

"nailed it?"

A cold voice came from outside.

Immediately afterwards, a man with a scar on his forehead and wearing camouflage walked in and asked Mehari.

"all the best!"

Mehari grinned, let out a long sigh of relief, and looked as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Legggi nodded, relieved to see that Mehari hadn't made any mistakes.

He pressed his right hand outward, and the sniper hidden in the shadows immediately adjusted the direction of his aim.

The next morning.

Legge announced Behannu's death and also announced Dajim's "crime" of planning attacks on foreign businessmen.

The victor always has the final say, since the dead can't speak anyway.

Leggi successfully took over as the head of Abyssinia, becoming the first Omoro to hold real power.

Upon hearing the news, the lower and middle classes of the Hamla people were immediately filled with anxiety, fearing that Legeji would take the opportunity to launch a large-scale purge and retaliate against the Hamla people.

To everyone's surprise, Leggei, who came from an armed group, not only did not do anything outrageous, but also held a grand funeral for Behannu.

On the day of the funeral, he also gave a speech, declaring his willingness to set aside past conflicts between the two ethnic groups, treat everyone equally, and work together to build Abyssinia.

Following this, news platforms such as Mimo, Douyin, Kuaishou, and Toutiao also reposted Behannu's obituary to express their condolences.

Leggi's speech was also uploaded to the Mimo platform. In the video, he passionately declared: "My fellow Abyssinians, my brothers and sisters on this ancient and glorious land!"

Today, I stand here with boundless hope for the future. We possess a brilliant culture, magnificent mountains and rivers, and the bravest and wisest people in the world.

However, we must also acknowledge that the thorns woven from suspicion, division, and ethnic conflicts have hindered our progress toward prosperity more than once.

Now, it's time to make a change!

The courage of the Omoro, the wisdom of the Hamra, the resilience of the Tireg, the boldness of the Somalians, and the strength of all ethnic groups will converge in one place. We are all one family, and I never want to see any more bloodshed.

Therefore, I solemnly appeal to everyone to put aside our differences and focus our attention on a greater and more urgent task: to promote economic development and achieve common prosperity.

To achieve this goal, I hereby announce the following immediate actions:

First, initiate a national economic revitalization contract.

We will dedicate our full efforts to investing in infrastructure connecting the provinces, including roads, railways, and energy networks, so that goods, services, and opportunities can flow freely in every corner of Abyssinia, and remote villages and bustling cities can share the fruits of development.

Second, create a fair Abyssinia.

We will advance institutional reforms to ensure that every citizen, regardless of their ethnicity or region, can succeed in a level playing field through their own talent and hard work, and that the doors to education, employment, and business opportunities will be open to everyone.

Third, establish an association for ethnic harmony and economic development.

We will establish a top business association comprised of representatives from all ethnic groups, entrepreneurs, and academics to ensure that the voices of every group are heard in the formulation and implementation of development policies, thereby achieving truly inclusive growth.

Ladies and gentlemen, the global economic landscape is changing rapidly, and the window of opportunity will not remain open forever. When we are embroiled in endless battles, we are also missing out on the most precious opportunities.

Lay down your weapons! Our shared mission is to ensure children have food to eat and education to receive!

The implication is that from now on, everything will be geared towards making money, with making money being the primary goal.

Despite Legge's sincere words, very few people actually believed him.

Not only did people in Europe and America have doubts about this statement, but even Ebyia, which was once part of Abyssinia, did not dare to believe his words.

From the outside, these armed leaders in Abyssinia are only good at killing people and know nothing about economic development!
His inaugural speech sounded like empty words, no different from farting.

Leggi's words sound better than his singing, but in what way does he show that he genuinely wants to develop the economy?
He was so eager to seize power right after Behannu's death, and now he's suddenly introducing these policies. There's probably more to it than meets the eye.

at the same time.

Chen Yansen, far away in Hong Kong, felt relieved. For him, Senlian Capital finally had an enclave overseas.

It may be poor, but it has plenty of room for growth.

That evening, as Victoria Harbour was bathed in darkness, a local reporter secretly captured images of Chen Yansen strolling side by side with Zhou Shouzhi, Cao Dahua, Wang Teng, Yan Peng, and others.

Hong Kong media headlines read: "Oranges are coming, challenging Tencent's throne as the world's richest man! The ease of the world's richest man!"

"A giant knocks on the door! A trillion-dollar empire arrives in Hong Kong; can the Hong Kong stock market handle it?"

"With the North-to-South Water Diversion Project and the Orange Giant Ship Leading the Way, Hong Kong Island Welcomes a New Wave of Money!"

(End of this chapter)