On January 20, 2012, the World Economic Forum Annual Meeting was held in Davos, a Swiss town. The meeting invited many famous political and economic figures from countries to attend, including the Mexican financial giant Carlos, who had just won the throne of the world's richest man.

When Carlos appeared in the venue, it immediately caused a huge sensation. Countless media rushed to photograph the new richest man in the world. Every reporter tried his best to stretch his arms and hand the microphone in front of him. After all, he is the first richest man in the world from a developing country. Media from all over the world hope to get first-hand information for interviewing him. Every reporter has too many questions to ask him.

Faced with the enthusiasm of the reporters, Carlos also took the microphone with a smile, saying that he could accept a brief interview.

His statement immediately made the scene ecstatic, and also made the security guards at the scene feel a headache to stop the hungry and resentful women who were seeing a man, and desperately squeezed towards the reporters in front of Carlos.

Hello Mr. Carlos, you are only in your forties this year. How did you make yourself the richest man in the world? Do you have anything to say to the whole world? I heard that you have always been very low-key. Why did you come to participate in the World Economic Forum this time? I heard that you are the richest man in the world who came from a slum. How did you do it? Are there anyone who needs to be thanked? And also this time you participated in the Economic Forum

Listening to the question of a reporter who was noisy like ten thousand ducks in front of him, Carlos first calmed everyone, and then he said: You have too many questions, I can't answer them all, so I'll pick up some to answer them.

First of all, I will attend this economic forum because I received an invitation; secondly, I don’t think I am the richest man in the world, I am just the administrator of these wealth; finally, I am indeed a slum, my hometown is Molia, but it is now a tall building, but believe me, just fifteen years ago, it was synonymous with poverty in Mexico.

Carlos then said: But maybe I received too much blessing from God, and I met a mentor who changed my life there. He taught me how to succeed. In fact, this is very simple. Don’t complain if you encounter a problem, because it is useless. It is better to find a solution to the problem than to complain uselessly.

What a great and wise word, I believe that as long as people nowadays can understand this sentence more, many things will be much easier. Carlos said.

Carlos praised it, but the reporters' attention was obviously not on this. Instead, he noticed another point in Carlos's words, so they asked wildly: Mentor, you are already such a young richest man in the world, and you are the first richest man in a developing country. Who else is qualified to teach you how to become the richest man in the world and make you admire him so much.

Carlos said to these reporters: Please pay attention to the words and gentlemen. The expression of qualifications here is not accurate, because it is my greatest luck in my life to meet my mentor. Everything I have given me. If one day he wants to take back all this, I will give it without hesitation, because these are originally his.

Leaving this sentence, Carlos left the scene. No matter how these reporters tried to keep them, he wanted to ask the name of the big man who made Carlos so respectful. He remained silent. All the reporters agreed that he must be a great man comparable to Jesus.

Time went back to the door of Miguel's warehouse at 8:00 on July 9, 2019. At this time, everyone else had left and went back to prepare. Only Zhou Ming and Carlos had not left yet. Carlos recalled his poor performance just now and felt ashamed. He finally lowered his head and said to Zhou Ming: Mr. Zhou Ming, I am very sorry, I have not been able to complete the task you assigned, and I still need you to save the scene in the end.

Faced with Carlos' apology, Zhou Ming said coldly: Put away your useless apology. What you should do now is to find out your problem and correct it. If the apology is useful, I will let you kneel at Molia's door twenty-four hours a day and apologize constantly

Zhou Ming's words made Carlos' head lower, and then Zhou Ming said: Compared to boring apology, I hope you can find the problem just now. If you can't find it, are you going to continue to confess and apologize to me in the future? If that's the case, then you can get out now because under my hands, you don't need a waste.

Zhou Ming's trash sting Carlos. He raised his head and thought about what happened just now and said: Sir, I was obviously trying very hard to persuade them just now, but they didn't seem to listen to me.

This is the problem. Zhou Ming said, why do you advise them? Why can't you treat this as something they must do, and then let them ask you in turn. Remember, begging in this world will never be exchanged for cooperation. All you can get is charity. Only by telling the other party that you can't do it, will he do his best to help you.

Carlos then suddenly realized: So that's it, so sir, you just told them to let them protect their homes.

Zhou Ming patted Carlos on the shoulder: It's not a waste of my visit to Mexico. I'm still waiting for someone to help me protect the wealth here. Carlos, you have to watch and study hard.

Carlos nodded vigorously, thinking in his heart that he must not let Mr. Zhou Ming down, and he must work hard to do his best.

At this time, Zhou Ming simply thought that the industry in Mexico would have to be managed, but Carlos just met this condition. He didn't expect that by cultivating it casually, he could actually cultivate the richest man in the world.

The next day, when Miguel was still enjoying sleep, his door was suddenly knocked open by his housekeeper. Miguel got up from the bed angrily, but before he could curse, he heard a bad news: Molia was protesting and demonstrating.

These damn poor people, are they going to rebel? I want to curse them forever torture in hell and never to ascend to heaven forever

Miguel got up cursingly, and he hated the Morians in his heart. At this time, he was simply cutting off his financial path, because now is the time for him to bargain with real estate developers. They came here to put themselves in a very unfavorable position, aren’t they going to put themselves in a very unfavorable position? Those unscrupulous businessmen will definitely make a big fuss with this matter and try their best to lower the price.

Hopefully nothing happens to be good

Mig thought so in his heart, but when he opened the door of the villa, the scene in front of him shocked him.

For convenience of management, Miguel also has the cleanest villa in Molia. He lived here yesterday, and the main street of Molia was opposite the gate of his villa.

In the past, the entrance of Miguel Villa was relatively deserted, but today, when he opened the door, he saw a vast crowd of banners, countless protesters crowded at the door, and more than a dozen reporters who heard the news.

The banners read the slogans that the private sale of land was ruined and the unscrupulous Miguel destroyed my home and Molia were our homes, and some people shouted: God said that everyone has the most basic right to live, but the unscrupulous Miguel actually thought of selling Molia and driving us out of our homes.

Someone said to the reporter: Mr. Reporter, do you know that I have lived here since my grandfather's generation. We have lived here for a longer time than Miguel's grandfather got the Molia deed. We are already part of Molia. I have voted in every election, but now Miguel actually wants to sell Molia, which is illegal.

Someone was holding a baby: My child is less than one year old this year, and he really needed a house that could shelter from the wind and rain, but once Molia was sold, he could only wander with me, and whether it was rain or hot, he could easily take his life away.

Some people are trying to reason: I know Molia belongs to Mr. Miguel, but we pay rent every period. Mr. Molia has promised us that we can live here forever, but he said this to us and now we are going to sell Molia. We feel that we have been betrayed the most shameful, which is the most unforgivable.

At this time, as Miguel came out, everyone guided him with the finger and shouted to him: Molia can't sell it

The reporter also turned to Miguel and asked him one by one: I heard that you are going to sell this land with all the Moria people on your back. Is it right? Do you have the option to do this land? Do you know that after you sell this land, these people will lose the only house they rely on for survival? Do you really have the will tolerate a child who is less than one year old who will lose his house and wander outside? Do you know that your behavior is called betrayal?

Facing the reporters' questions one by one, Miguel felt that his head was about to explode. He said irritably: Get out of here and I tell you, Molia is my Miguel. I can sell it if I want to. You don't have any power to accuse me.

After saying this, Miguel hid back to his villa and dared not come out again. However, the last sentence he threw out was interpreted by the media as: Miguel is to let all the Morians get out of their homes.

Later, when Miguel saw the media's description on TV, he was almost so angry that he vomited blood.

But that was also a funeral. At this time, Miguel's behavior of being blocked by the media and protesters in the villa was naturally arranged by Zhou Ming.

When the incident happened, Zhou Ming and Carlos were watching all this from the rooftop next to him. He saw Miguel go back to his room and said to Carlos with a smile: We can go to the real estate company and start the next plan.

Carlos nodded: Sir, your plan is really amazing, but since Miguel has discussed land sales with the real estate company, he must have met with the real estate company. Even if there is not, we all know him. Can we really deceive him like this?

Zhou Ming told him: Carlos, you are right. Miguel once came to my room. He could know me and my bodyguards, but there was one person he had never seen before. He was lying on the bed at that time. I believe he could have deceived Miguel.
Chapter completed!