Uncle Yang came to the VIP room and waited for about two hours, and finally someone arrived again.

It took a while for a while, the two little lions were played with by him and fell asleep exhausted.

The sound of the door opening and the sound of unfamiliar footsteps woke them up. A little lion blinked sleepily and glanced listlessly, then drilled his head under his sister's neck and continued to sleep.

Yang Shubao and others couldn't be so free and easy, so they stood up one after another.

The main master is here.

A group of more than ten people surrounded a black man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. This was the second-in-command person in South Africa's ruling and opposition, Vice President Bamal Cheristorf.

Bamal is a very capable person. Such people are often arrogant. After he comes in, he just smiles and greets the Chinese group, and then stops paying attention to the whole process.

Yang Shubao deeply understood this. He had already set his position. The Chinese group took on the role of urinal in this meeting. He took it over and used it if needed. He hid honestly when he was not needed and did not cause trouble for the big shots.

But not everyone has this awareness. Zheng Zhiyi knows Bamal. He has been active in public places in South Africa for a long time and often chats and laughs with leaders. So he came to the vice president to show his presence.

The vice president gave him a cup of coffee and chatted with him with a smirk.

There is a foreign trade tycoon among the Chinese sect. He is a nouveau riche. He has just taken advantage of the Internet in the past two years and is the first time he has been invited to attend such a high-level meeting, just like Lao Yang. When he saw Zheng Zhiyi chatting and laughing with Bamal, he also walked up.

The vice president raised his eyebrows slightly, and a bodyguard pushed the foreign trade tycoon aside with a stern face.

Seeing this, Liu Wenhuai said happily: "I deserve it, do you really think you are a corner?"

When the Lord arrived, they began to board the plane, and they separated from the Vice President from the plane.

This is an Airbus, divided into the front cabin and the rear cabin. The Vice President and his confidants entered the front cabin, and Yang Shubao and others were stuffed into the rear cabin together.

They are usually considered big shots in their own field, but at this moment they are treated like garbage.

Yang Shubao was a little annoyed. He would not participate in similar activities next time. This time he would come to look at him and stay in the reserve to be his local chief in the future.

In the reserve, he doesn't have to look at people's eyes. He eats and sleeps whenever he wants, sleeps wherever he wants, sleeps wherever he wants, sleeps with whoever he wants, of course it's limited to animals. How free?

It's still a long time since Johannesburg flew back to the capital, and he was about to sleep with the little lion in his arms.

As a result, Yuer came to him and said: "Mr. Yang, Mr. Vice President invites you to chat together."

The Chinese in the back cabin immediately changed their gaze.

Very sharp and hot.

Yuer added as usual: "He heard that your hometown is at the northernmost end of your country, and your capital is also in the north, so he was very curious about this and wanted to learn about the traditions and customs of northern China."

Uncle Yang was surprised, but happily agreed: "Okay."

He was about to leave, and Yuer said again: "Please bring these two little lions."

Now Yang Shubao understood. I'm afraid the vice president came for the little lion. He thought he really wanted to talk to him about the traditions of the Northeast.

Being self-indulgent.

The little lion was taken over while yawning. Bazur, who was looking at the computer, took off his glasses and opened his arms and smiled: "Hey, little guys, come to me quickly and let me take a good look at you."

Joyce picked up a little lion and handed it to Bazur, and then picked up the other lion and started playing with it.

Uncle Yang quickly understood that Joyce really has a background and he has a close relationship with the vice president!

The brief contact made him realize that Bazur was very difficult to deal with. His confidants were trembling in front of him, but Joyce dared to hold a lion to play, which was enough to show many problems.

As he guessed, Bazur's purpose was the little lion, and he didn't plan to talk to him at all.

When a lion attains enlightenment, his master ascends to heaven.

Yang Shubao had to wonder if he would have brought him with him this time because he wanted him to have a lion?

Like Joyce, Bazur likes lions very much. They just like cat slaves, hugging the little lion and playing with relish.

A middle-aged black man started chatting with Yang Shubao in a friendly manner. The other party did not introduce himself. Yang Shubao did not usually pay attention to South African political news, so he was not sure about the identity of this person.

They chatted for a while and the middle-aged black man went to handle official duties. At this time, Yuer introduced him: "That's our Minister of Finance..."

Uncle Yang didn't listen to the rest of the words, and his mind exploded.

My buddy saw more senior officials today than I have seen on TV in my life!

The little lion's cuteness, cleverness and strength made Bazur very doting. The two little lions behind were left behind. Yang Shubao took the lead in returning to the back cabin, and they both stayed to accept the visit of the senior officials.

After he returned, he became the focus, and both the overseas Chinese and Chinese were coming to chat with him.

The one who has no idea about the vice president here is him. His reserve depends entirely on himself. Others either do business or do civil service to enter politics. The vice president is a world of heaven for them.

They were very concerned about what the vice president had talked about, and Yang Shubao frankly said the situation: they were looking for the lion at all, and they didn't say much to him, and what they said was all about the little lion's temperament.

After hearing this, Zheng Zhiyi sighed: "A man is not as good as a lion."

The others immediately laughed.

Yang Shubao thought he was fine, so he put his seat flat and went to sleep and play games.

Government special planes are luxurious, and there is also an Internet service on the plane, and the Internet speed is even faster than it is in the reserve.

As a result, after the plane entered the Chinese airspace, Joyce came over and called him up again, and then whispered to him mysteriously: "Mr. Yang, Mr. Vice President likes Barney and Tutu very much. He wants to know if there are any lions in your reserve?"

Uncle Yang said readily: "Yes, if he likes, I can give him two more."

Barney and Tutu are the names of the two little lions. There are more than ten such lions on his territory.

And more will come in the future!

The food chain in the reserve cannot withstand the existence of so many top predators, and he will have to send some lions away sooner or later, so if he can hook up with the top political leaders, why not do it?
Chapter completed!