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

Yang Jirong is in his forties, but now he looks like he is in his fifties or sixties.

He was originally a typical industrialist boss who was usually not good at talking. After his son came back from London, he had a serious car accident and turned into a vegetative state. He seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight.

He and his wife Li Yufang never thought of giving up their son, and they wanted to cure their son at all costs and let him wake up.

Over the past three years or so, spending money in private hospitals has been like water. A lot of savings accumulated over the years have been spent on Yang Ming.

Now, when he sees his son wake up, Yang Jirong feels that everything is worth it.

"My child, just be okay."

Yang Jirong said excitedly.

Yang Ming could feel his deep fatherly love for his son Yang Ming, but Yang Ming had not experienced Yang Jirong's implicit fatherly love in his previous life.

"You old man, are you unhappy now that your son has woken up?"

"I'm only a little over forty, so I don't look like the old man you said."

Seeing that his son finally woke up, Yang Jirong's burden and pressure seemed to disappear a lot, and he looked much better.

"Azhu, while you are watching Peter here, I will go home and make some nutritious meals to give Peter a supplement."

Although the hospital and outside restaurants provide food, Li Yufang still wants to go home and prepare delicious and nutritious meals for her son.

When Li Yufang left, Yang Jirong stayed with Yang Ming for a while, and then left to see his wife back.

Soon, only the maid Azhu was left.

"Azhu, how long have I been sleeping? What year and month is it today?"

What year and month is it?

"Master, you have been sleeping for more than three years. Today is January 1978, 1, Saturday."

August 1978, 1?

Yang Ming learned from the original information of Yang Ming that the time of the car accident was before the Spring Festival of 1975.

In other words, he was in a car accident and became a vegetative state and was in a coma for more than three years.

What Yang Ming didn't expect the most was that it was actually 1978.

"Azhu, is it really 1978?"

Many people remember this special date and know what it means.

"Master, I remembered correctly. It happened to be New Year's Day a week ago, and my wife gave me a red envelope."

At this time, Yang Ming was not only excited, but also fell into deep thought.

In his previous life, his life was exciting enough. He was engaged in import and export trade, Internet work, arms smuggling business, and even money laundering business.

In addition to these, he has brought and accumulated billions of dollars in wealth.

This wealth, however, could not be seen in the light. Before he could spend it all, he took away his body and came to this world.

In his previous life, Yang Ming thought that he could achieve this level.

Especially in this era.

When he was studying history at a university in Hong Kong, he was more familiar with modern history, especially the history of economic development in recent decades, the development of the Internet, etc. than many people.

what does this mean?

Yang Ming knew that this meant wealth!

Infinite wealth beckoned to him.

A young husband cannot live without money for a day, and a grown man cannot live without power for a day!

In his previous life, Yang Ming enjoyed many years of glory and wealth, but much of his wealth was shady.

In this life, it is naturally different.

Yang Ming believes that with his familiarity and understanding of historical development in the next few decades, especially economic development, he does not believe that he cannot earn more wealth than in his previous life. Moreover, he believes that all his money was earned openly. .

"Master, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Seeing that Young Master Yang hadn't reacted yet, Ah Zhu thought he was suffering from the sequelae of waking up from a vegetative state, so he hurriedly woke Yang Ming out of fear.

"Azhu, I'm sorry, something just occurred to me."

"Master, it's okay."

Azhu was not familiar with Yang Ming, so she thought that the previous young master was like that.

At this time.

Yang Ming saw several elderly people in front of him sitting in wheelchairs basking in the sun and reading newspapers.

He asked Ah Zhu to push him over.

Now, except for the specific year and date that Yang Ming got from A-Zhu, the other information is actually not very clear.

Yang Ming knew that he should be able to learn a lot of new things from the newspapers.

"Hello, old gentleman, can I read your newspaper?"

When Yang Ming borrowed a newspaper from an old man to read, the old man glanced at Yang Ming and said, "Take it."

"Thank you, old sir."

Yang Ming picked up the newspaper and read it.

This is the famous local newspaper "Oriental Daily" in Xiangjiang.

At first, Yang Ming did not read the date displayed on Oriental Daily, but just read the newspaper.

Mainly covering local news.

In addition, the most popular thing about Oriental Daily is that it hires famous experts to write about the Dog Book and the Horse Book. Now most of the reports above are about this news.

Yang Ming himself is not interested in dog racing or horse racing. In his previous life, he spent several years studying history in Hong Kong. However, he rarely went to Sha Tin Racecourse or Happy Valley to watch horse racing.

When Yang Ming was reading newspapers and periodicals there.

When I finished reading it quickly, it suddenly seemed like it was frozen in place.

The date shown above is actually Sunday, January 1978, 1.

November twenty-nine

Gengwu day of Guichou month

The following shows the lunar time.

Yang Ming clearly remembered what the maid Azhu said just now, today is January 1978, 1, Saturday.

Could it be that the date of this newspaper is wrong?

Obviously today has not passed yet, how could tomorrow's newspapers be distributed in advance?

"Old gentleman, will this newspaper be published tomorrow?" Yang Ming looked at the old gentleman and asked.

The old man didn't answer yet, but the old men next to him smiled.

"Boy, aren't you stupid? You haven't passed today yet. Tomorrow's newspapers will be distributed at two or three o'clock tonight at the earliest. The printing company will print them and the newspaper deliveryman can deliver them to your home. "

When the old man said it, Yang Ming felt the same.

If a newspaper is to be released tomorrow, it will indeed be printed tonight at the earliest and delivered to major newspapers and even readers the next morning.

Yang Ming looked at the date displayed above again.

He was not wrong!

It's obviously still January 1978, 1.

When Yang Ming decided to read the content of a newspaper again, Yang Ming finally saw it clearly.

The big report here is actually the result of tomorrow's Happy Valley horse race.

"Old sir, when did the horse racing begin in Happy Valley?"

When those people looked at him like idiots again, Azhu said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, my young master has been studying abroad these years, so I don't know very well."

"Boy, horse racing at Happy Valley in Hong Kong is usually held on Saturday and Sunday afternoons, and on Wednesday evenings. Even children know about such a simple thing, but you don't know?"

Horse racing on Saturday and Sunday afternoon?

Could it be that?

When he looked through the newspaper content displayed on Oriental Daily again.

Not surprisingly.

It does say race day on it.

In fact, these are shown on the calendar in Hong Kong and in major newspapers and periodicals to remind the citizens of Hong Kong.

After all, horse racing is like a part of life in Hong Kong and has always been a very large group.

Even though the population is now only over 4 million, more than half of the population is interested in horse racing.

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