I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Whoo-whoo-whoo, I'm so moved, it's like a tribute to our nation's grandeur!"

"See that? The bald guy was nearly scared witless!"

"Actually, Zhang doesn't have much to him, he's just one of Huaxia's internet celebrities."

"Zhang is mighty!"

For some reason, seeing the surprised expressions on the foreigners' faces made everyone feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction, especially the angry youth, who seemed to have reached some sort of peak.

"Mr. Zhang, do these paintings need us to deliver them somewhere for you?" Having witnessed Zhang Menglong's financial power, Bruce became even more respectful.

"Someone will contact you later; just deliver them to the address they give you."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, I understand," although Bruce hadn't left any contact information with Zhang Menglong, nor had he told Zhang Menglong his boss's account details, the money had been transferred in a matter of minutes, indicating that his information resources were quite astonishing.

Bruce was a smart man; he knew that asking certain questions was pointless and simply shut his mouth.

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"Sorry, we rushed here from Yanjing just to attend this exhibition. Could you let us stay a bit longer?"

"Yes, sir, look at our professor; he's quite old. Please make an exception for us!"

"No, our exhibition has rules. Each visitor is not allowed to stay for more than two hours. If everyone were like you, wouldn't that lead to complete chaos?"

"Friend, we'll just stay half an hour more at most; it won't affect others. Please let us stay a little longer!"

"I said no means no! Aren't you Huaxia people known for your manners? If you are a people of propriety, you should understand the rules!"

"Get moving now, or we will have to forcibly remove you!"

"Please, let us stay a little longer; I am a professor from the Painting Department of Yanjing Art University. Here's my ID. I've come here carrying a lofty artistic faith—please allow us to admire these works a bit more!"

"Why are you so relentless, old man? Are all you Huaxia people this thick-skinned?"

"Hey, how can you push someone like that!"

At that moment, a dispute could be heard not far away.

It involved several Huaxia people and a European, two young people, a man and a woman, assisting an elderly man who was at least in his eighties, while the European was a robust man in his thirties.

Zhang Menglong didn't catch anything else, but he did hear the European's insulting language. Although it was in English, Zhang Menglong had at least passed Level Six; his English was up to scratch.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"What's going on?" Zhang Menglong's expression darkened instantly.

Everyone around felt a drop in pressure at that moment, noticing the grimness on Zhang Menglong's face.

"This is Huaxia's territory; you have no right to expel us on our own soil!"

"Miss, this venue has already been rented by us. During this week, the right to use this place belongs to us. We set the rules and you must follow!"

"Damn it! I can't stand this!"

"Dammit, these old Russians are so arrogant on Huaxia soil?"

"Exactly, people have said that an old professor over 80 years old made the long trip here. Would it kill them to make a small exception?"

The behavior of that staff member immediately sparked public outrage. Although the main organizers of the exhibition were Europeans, the majority of the guests were from Huaxia. How could they just stand by and watch someone being bullied like this?

"Security!" However, that European man did not show any fear in the face of such pressure. It's known that their security forces are very strong, and soon a group of burly Caucasian security guards arrived.

The people who were just seeking justice for the old man suddenly became too scared to speak upon seeing this show of force.

"Hmph! A bunch of cowards!" The staff member scoffed, "I thought you Huaxia people were really united. Turns out you're just a bunch of scaredy-cats!"

"Since you don't have the guts, then shut your mouths. If you want to see the exhibition, follow our rules, or we'll have to ask you to leave as well!"

"Who do you want to ask to leave?" Just as the European man was strutting about, a young man walked up to him.

"Clark!" Bruce immediately came over. Zhang Menglong had just spent 500 billion to purchase all of their artworks for sale, and he absolutely couldn't afford to let Zhang Menglong have any dissatisfaction. No one would know the kind of power this young man had behind him.

"Mr. Bruce, is this how you Europeans conduct business?" Zhang Menglong asked with a piercing look at Bruce!

"Damn! So arrogant?"

"F*ck! Kicking out Huaxia people on Huaxia's own soil? I can't stand this!"

"It makes me want to hit someone!"

"Get out, roll out of Huaxia!"

"I heard him just now saying we Huaxia people are cowards!"

"President Zhang, a petition signed by thousands, begging you to take him down!"

No one expected that this live broadcast, originally just to showcase a large-scale scene of Zhang Menglong showing off, would turn into such an incident.

Even though Huaxia's international status had skyrocketed worldwide in recent years, especially during the pandemic and the contributions made, many of the world's major organizations had expressed respect for Huaxia.

However, in many countries, some attitudes remain deeply ingrained, such as discrimination, which is an inevitable phenomenon.

"Clark, shut up!!" said Bruce.

"Bruce, what's this? You're yelling at me for a Huaxia person?"

"You don't know, Mr. Zhang here is our guest, he just bought the artworks on sale at our exhibition!"

"This young man is actually so wealthy?" A flicker of surprise crossed Clark's eyes. The cheapest artwork at the exhibition was worth several hundreds of thousands of US dollars. This Zhang Menglong seemed to be only in his twenties; if he wasn't extraordinarily capable, then it must be that his family was wealthy.

"At least until he leaves this place, don't do anything that might offend him. If this deal goes south, you won't be able to escape responsibility!" Bruce whispered only loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"F*ck, go to hell! Although unwilling, Clark really didn't dare to mess up this time. He wasn't afraid of Huaxia people, but he was afraid of their boss. If the boss found out he had screwed up a deal, he could probably kiss his year's bonus goodbye.

"Fine, I'll give him this face!" Clark smiled. "Alright, you can continue to watch. You should feel lucky, as Huaxia people, you still have the chance to see the most dazzling European works!"

"You!" The old man's face turned red with rage, as if he was holding a breath of anger in his chest, "Our Huaxia culture is not inferior to yours!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Clark smiled, but his smile was filled with mockery, "If you think so, then so be it!"

"Wait a minute!" Just as Clark was about to leave, Zhang Menglong suddenly extended a hand in front of him, "Did I say this matter is over?"