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

Yang Ming knew that based on his family's situation, he could only be considered an ordinary middle-class person in Xiangjiang, and was not considered very wealthy. If your family has sufficient funds, you can certainly borrow it from your parents as your first pot of gold.

Now I learned from my father that the annual profit last year was only 400,000 Hong Kong dollars. If it was before, it would be even less.

Even those profits cannot be fully used, and some are reserved as the company's working capital.

Also, Yang Ming's predecessor had been lying in this private hospital for more than three years, spending money like water. He probably also spent a lot of savings. It would be difficult for his parents to give him more money to start a business.

Yang Ming thought about what he read in the newspaper in the afternoon about the results of tomorrow's horse racing.

Wasn’t his first pot of gold coming?

It can be learned from the newspaper that tomorrow at 12:15 noon, the first horse race will be officially held at Hong Kong Happy Valley. In other words, if you place a bet before the horse race, you may win a grand prize.

"Peter, daddy has something else to do. Let's go to the electric fan company first."

Yang Jirong is very busy.

Although there are only more than 20 people in the factory, if you catch up with the order period, you have to work day and night to export the goods to Europe on time. Otherwise, if there is another order next time, I am afraid that others will not come to you again.

Yang Jirong also left first.

"Azhu, help me get that newspaper."

When the maid Azhu went over and brought the newspaper to Yang Ming to read, Yang Ming still saw clearly that the horse racing report was actually reporting on tomorrow's horse racing results.

Yang Ming looked at the current prize money in the Jockey Club prize pool, which has accumulated up to 18 million Hong Kong dollars. If he wins all the prizes, he can get all the 18 million prize money in this prize pool at once.

Even if you have to pay part of the personal income tax, it will still be at least 15 million Hong Kong dollars.

For Yang Ming, with 15 million Hong Kong dollars, wouldn’t his first pot of gold come?

"Peter, don't you go to bed early?" Li Yufang, the mother next to her, asked distressedly.

"Mom, I want a few hundred dollars in cash."

A few hundred dollars in cash?

Li Yufang didn't ask her son what he wanted the money for. She took out the cash from her ordinary bag.

"Peter, take it."

Li Yufang directly handed Yang Ming one thousand Hong Kong dollars.

"Thank you, Mommy."

That night at half past eleven.

When Yang Jirong came to visit his son at the Honghui Electric Fan Factory again, Yang Ming saw his mother sitting beside him and persuaded him: "Mommy, you don't have to stay up late anymore. You should go back to rest with daddy. This place is managed by Azhu and The female nurse can just watch."

"Peter, mommy is okay."

For more than three years, Li Yufang has been watching here almost every night.

The private ward in this private hospital has everything. It is a one-bedroom-one-living room. In addition to the hospital bed for the patient, there is also a bed for family members to sleep next to it.

For more than three years, Li Yufang and the maid Azhu basically took turns taking care of the unconscious Yang Ming.

Of course, there is actually a female nurse taking care of her 24 hours a day, but Li Yufang is worried.

Looking at his mother who looked haggard and her eyes were red and even bloodshot, Yang Ming still advised her and her father to go back and have a good rest and come see him again tomorrow.

Li Yufang was pulled away by her husband Yang Jirong.

When Yang Jirong and his wife left, Yang Ming was lying there, and he had already prepared his own money-making plan.

Let's go outside to place bets tomorrow and earn his first pot of gold first.

I don’t know when I fell asleep.

When Yang Ming woke up, some sunlight shone in except the window. When Yang Ming felt that someone was looking at him, Yang Ming suddenly woke up.

Looking on from the side, it was the maid Azhu.

"Master, you're awake."

"Azhu, what time is it?"

"Nine-thirty in the morning."

So late?

At this time, there are less than three hours left before the first horse race in Happy Valley today.

Yang Ming got up in a hurry, and Ah Zhu washed his face.

"Azhu, help me to the wheelchair and change a set of clothes for me."

Azhu thought the young master was going to the yard to bask in the sun.

When Ah Zhu helped Yang Ming into a wheelchair and carefully pushed him out of the hospital ward.

"Azhu, push me to the back door of the hospital and get out."

"Master, where are you going?"

Ah Zhu was still very strange and worried.

When she saw the young master's look, A-Zhu could only go to the back door of the hospital. There, there was a taxi parked outside. A taxi driver was reading a newspaper with his feet crossed and waiting for passengers. Yang Ming asked Ah Zhu to drive the taxi driver over.

The taxi driver first helped Yang Ming get into the back seat, and then folded the wheelchair and put it on the rear frame.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Driver, go to the nearest horse racing betting place."

The driver was a little surprised that this young man was still in the mood to bet on horse racing despite being like this.

It doesn't look like he was beaten up like this by someone when he placed a bet, right?

When the taxi driver drove to a nearby business hall where he could place bets.

Yang Ming didn't look at the fare and said directly: "Wait for me here, we will come out in a while."

"Sir, no problem."

When the folded wheelchair was taken out from the rear frame, Yang Ming was supported by the maid Azhu and the taxi driver to get into the wheelchair, and Azhu pushed him inside.

This is a Jockey Club business hall near Causeway Bay, and many people have come here at this time.

These people did not stay at home or go to Happy Valley, but came directly to the business hall to place bets.

They can place their bets directly on the phone, or they can go to the front business hall and let the staff help them place their bets.

Yang Ming took out two hundred yuan in cash and placed a bet of two yuan, that is, buying one hundred horse betting bets.

After Yang Ming and the staff repeatedly confirmed that the number he bought was OK, Yang Ming asked Azhu to push him away.

Here, you can actually watch horse racing on the TV screen here. However, there are too many people here and it is noisy. Yang Ming is afraid of leaving for too long, so he still has to go back to the hospital first.

"Sir, is it okay?" the taxi driver asked.

"That's it."

The taxi driver was naturally a little disdainful. Do you want to win a big prize like this?

Then he doesn't have to drive a taxi!

After Yang Ming was helped to the back seat, his wheelchair was folded and placed on the rear frame, and he went to the private hospital.

Probably about half an hour.

When the taxi stopped.

Yang Ming and A-Zhu got out of the car, handed the taxi driver the fare, and asked A-Zhu to push him inside.

"Peter, where have you been?"

It was rare for Li Yufang to take a good rest.

Unexpectedly, when she woke up at around seven o'clock in the morning, she hurriedly bought meat and vegetables and came back to make soup for him. When she and her husband came to the hospital around ten o'clock, she did not see her son. She was shocked. Jump.

"Mommy, I just asked Ah Zhu to push me to Ma Cai's business hall."

Ma Cai business hall?

"Peter, did you go buy horse racing lottery tickets?"

Li Yufang remembered that her son asked her for money last night, but she didn't take it seriously.

"Mommy, as Daddy said, if you survive a disaster, you will be lucky. I will definitely win the big prize this time."

Li Yufang didn't ask any more questions and breathed a sigh of relief when her son came back okay.

After sitting my son down, I started to slowly feed him bone broth from a thermos box.

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