I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Is that really true?" Although he was wearing a mask, the boy's pupils dilated in surprise for an instant, several times their normal size.

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, I'll transfer the money right now," Zhang Menglong said.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Deal!" The boy immediately took out his phone and opened his payment code.

"Ding, your account has received 100,000 yuan!" As the clear electronic tone sounded, the boy's hands began to tremble. It was actually true—the 100,000 yuan had really appeared in his account.

"I just remembered that I have something to do this afternoon. I'll give you my spot; I've got to go," the boy hurriedly stuffed the number tag into Zhang Menglong's hand. Entry to the art exhibition would be according to the sequence on the number tags.

It was as if he feared that Zhang Menglong had made such a move on an impulse, and if he came to his senses and wanted the money back, then it would have been all for nothing.

With this thought, the boy decided to leave immediately. Even if Zhang Menglong regretted it later and wanted to find someone, he wouldn't be able to find him.

Although the art exhibition was a rare event, he had just arrived, and there were at least a hundred people ahead of him. Considering the speed of entry, even by evening, it might not be his turn. To earn a 100,000 yuan just by giving up his spot—it would be foolish not to make such a transaction.

Most of these art students probably couldn't even make 100,000 yuan a year after graduating. Walking away with this money now would be delightful.

"Did that guy just run off that fast?" In just a few seconds, the boy had vanished out of sight.

"Zhang Menglong, does your family specialize in printing money?" Lu Yiyao couldn't understand Zhang Menglong's behavior with her more than 20 years of thinking. Her family background was somewhat special, and she usually lived frugally at school. Zhang Menglong's way of spending 100,000 yuan as if it were 10 yuan was something she simply couldn't understand.

"Although my family doesn't specialize in printing money, the speed at which we make it is probably faster than a money printer," Zhang Menglong said. Strictly speaking, probably more than half of the world's population was directly or indirectly making money for his family.

And to Zhang Menglong, 100,000 yuan really wasn't much different from 10 yuan!

"But it's useless even if you do this. There are still hundreds of people ahead, and you've just wasted a 100,000 yuan for nothing," Lu Yiyao was somewhat speechless.

"Yes, buying one person's spot is useless, but what if I buy every single person's spot in line ahead of us?" After saying that, Zhang Menglong patted the shoulder of the person in front of them.

"Miss, would you sell your spot for 100,000 yuan?"

"Sell! Of course, I'll sell!" The girl in front had heard their conversation when Zhang Menglong was making the payment. She had been hoping that the same sucker would spend another 100,000 yuan to buy her place.

To her surprise, her wish suddenly came true.

Money for spot, the transaction was quick and easy. In no time at all, Zhang Menglong and Lu Yiyao had moved up another place in the queue.

"Hello, sir..."

"Handsome, short on cash?"

"Lady, how about a deal?"

"Brother, let me tell your fortune—I foresee a lack of money..."

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With money paving the way, Zhang Menglong and Lu Yiyao advanced smoothly forward. Even people ahead in line had heard the news and had their payment codes ready for him to approach.

Some even regretted not bringing their boyfriends or girlfriends, or other friends and relatives. If they had ten people queueing here, they could have made enough for a down payment on a house.

"This guy must have a problem in his head, right? This is probably going to cost him tens of millions!"

"Yeah, he could just go to the very front and buy someone's number for 100,000 yuan. Any normal person would likely agree to that, right?"

"Exactly, could this guy be showing off just because he has too much money?"

"Brother, do you feel like this person looks really familiar?"

"You feel that too? I do as well!"

Lu Yiyao followed behind Zhang Menglong with a face full of shock. This wasn't how one was supposed to play the game, yet Zhang Menglong's antics outshone even his own chattering mouth.

"Hey, brother, don't waste money buying them one by one. How about I sell you me and my girlfriend's queue slot for half a million dollars?" Finally, someone in front couldn't hold back anymore, "Look, there are just over a dozen people between you and us. You'd have to spend over a million dollars to reach my spot. What a loss!"

"That won't do, I'm a person of quality," Zhang Menglong said, "I can't let those queued behind you suffer, can I?"

"If I give you our slot directly and we move to your spot, wouldn't that solve the issue?" A difference of a dozen people meant, at most, a couple more hours of waiting. For half a million dollars in one hour, they'd gladly take the deal a hundred times over!

"That works, then!" Zhang Menglong nodded, as this wouldn't negatively affect anyone else.

"Damn! Are you sick in the head?"

"Right, there are so many people behind us too!"

The dozen people stuck between them immediately showed displeasure.

Indeed, according to this exchange method, they would remain in their original positions without any loss, but Zhang Menglong would have effectively skipped them, preventing them from making that money.

"Brother, our spots are even further ahead than his, we'll sell for 450,000!" The people in front also got anxious, fearing that someone at the very front might suddenly realize they could do the same. Your journey continues on empire

"Damn, stealing our business? Brother, I'll take just 400,000!"

"Handsome, I'll do it for 300,000!"

"These damn dogs, can't we all just make a hundred thousand each and be happy? Isn't that good enough?" The people behind started grinding their teeth in frustration, but what could they do? Their spots weren't as advantageous, leaving them without room to compete.

As for those behind Zhang Menglong, they were simply relieved. Had the others thought of this earlier, they wouldn't have earned a single cent.

"Damn it, is it easy for me to spend money?" Zhang Menglong originally planned to spend over ten million, but at this rate, a few million would suffice.

So far, he had completed less than 20% of his 100-billion-dollar task. Last time, after acquiring Weibo, that amount of money hadn't even been counted towards his expenses, leaving Zhang Menglong frustrated for a long time.

Showed off, money spent, and yet it doesn't count?

"Enough shouting!" Just then, the two people at the very front finally heard the commotion behind them. A look of smug satisfaction spread across their faces, as they held the most advantageous position in the competition.

"Brother, for just half a million, we'll sell you two spots right now, and in no more than 10 minutes it will be the next group's turn to enter.

"No need," Zhang Menglong waved his hand.

"You don't want to move forward anymore?" The young man at the front asked in astonishment.

"No, of course I want to keep moving forward; I just think my method is quite good."

"Ten thousand dollars a person, and there are still forty or fifty people. You'll have to spend a few million more!" That guy even doubted if Zhang Menglong had a problem with his brain. Why would anyone spend ten times more money on something that could be settled for just a few hundred thousand? Wasn't that idiotic?

"Money's not the issue," Zhang Menglong said impassively, "my main goal is just to make everyone happy."