3 young men graduate together from a famous university. One is a European, one a South Asian, and one an African.
20 years pass. At their class reunion the 3 learn that each has become a government minister. They arrange for mutual visits.
The first visit is to the European, Minister for Navigation. Instead of going to the capital, the friends meet at a coastal city. They pile into the European's Mercedes and he drives them to the harbour, where they gather on his boat. It's big- 50 feet, with a crew of 3. As they eat the filet mignon, the African says, "Government ministers don't get paid enough to afford a boat like this. How do you do it?"
The European points back toward the harbour. "See that breakwater and those docks?"
Then he points at himself, "Ten Per Cent."
They next visit the South Asian, Minister for Air. They meet at the airport and are driven to the minister's house in 3 chauffered Mercedes. The 20 room house is in a beautiful neighborhood on a high hill with a view of the city. As they eat lobster, the African says, "Government ministers don't get paid enough to afford a place like this. How do you do it?"
The South Asian points out the window. "See that airport where you landed?"
Then he points at himself, "Fifty Per Cent."
Finally the African is the host he's the, Minister for Transport. They meet at the airport where a helicopter is waiting. They pass over nothing but lush virgin jungle for a hundred miles to his estate. The forty room house sits atop a mountain, and there are scores of staff. As the friends snack on caviare, the European says, "Government ministers don't get paid enough to afford a place like this. How do you do it?"
The African points off the verandah across the vast green canopy. "Do you see any highways?"
Then he points at himself, "One Hundred Per Cent."