I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Forget it, forget it, buying Apple has no real benefits, and it would require manpower and effort to manage. There's no need for that!" Zhang Menglong shook his head, unaware that Cook's company had just narrowly escaped a takeover crisis.

"Ah, after being so busy these days, and only spending a few billion US dollars, it's really exhausting!" Zhang Menglong plumped down on the couch.

During this period, he had acquired Weibo and Tengxun Music. It seemed as though a lot of money had been spent, but under his father's rules, acquisitions, charitable acts, and gifts were not counted as expenditures.

And the actual expenditures were only on purchasing copyrights and recruiting teams and staff.

So far, the only significant expense had been buying a batch of equipment for Jiangnan University of Science and Technology and investing in experimental projects.

Of course, Zhang Menglong could follow the same approach, as investing in scientific research is the fastest way to burn through cash, but most scientific research projects are conducted at universities. If Zhang Menglong were to invest in other schools, his alma mater would never be able to stand out.

There really was no need for that, especially since he hoped his school could become the new Ivy League of the country.

As for other projects, most of them are national-level projects, and the country isn't short of money.

Building airplanes, aircraft carriers, rockets... forget it, forget it, if he dared to build those, he might end up under investigation tomorrow.

It's not that Zhang Menglong particularly feared an investigation, but he disliked trouble.

"Forget it, there's no rush, take it slow," Zhang Menglong thought. It had only been two months since he inherited the fortune, and he had already spent half of it. The remaining thirty billion US dollars would inevitably be gone within a year, and that ancestral Music College wasn't going anywhere.

"Alright, if you want to stay, you can sleep here tonight. If you want to leave, it's up to you. I'm going to play games," Zhang Menglong said to Wang Ling.

"Then I'll mooch a meal off you here!" Wang Ling said with a giggly laugh.

"Strange, why hasn't she logged on yet?" Zhang Menglong opened the game and saw that Lu Yiyao's avatar was greyed out. They had agreed to play a game together tonight.

According to Lu Yiyao's habits, if something came up, she would have definitely informed Zhang Menglong in advance. She would even report if she was just going to use the bathroom or take a shower. This was somewhat unusual.

"Could something have happened?" Zhang Menglong suddenly had a bad premonition, "I should have noted down her roommates' contact information earlier."

"Mr. Zhang!" Just then, Hong Yi's voice came from outside Zhang Menglong's door.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Menglong asked, sounding less friendly, his mood poor.

"Miss Lu seems to have run into some trouble," Hong Yi said.

"What? What happened?" Zhang Menglong's face darkened instantly.

"Miss Lu has been preparing for her graduation concert recently, and her assigned advisor has some questionable morals."

"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" Zhang Menglong had long heard about the questionable ethics of many university professors, who see their students merely as free labor and continually exploit them. In recent years, there have been countless graduate and doctoral students who have succumbed to the pressure.

But Zhang Menglong hadn't expected that a Music College professor could also be such a person.

"Actually, Miss Lu's roommate wanted to tell you, but she was worried about worrying you, so she didn't let us, which is why I didn't dare to tell you either."

"Her advisor is using graduation as a threat against Miss Lu..."

"What an idiot!" Zhang Menglong knew that Lu Yiyao was someone who always considered things from other people's perspectives. No matter what she did, she always thought of others first and herself last.

"Mr. Zhang, should we make that person disappear directly?" Hong Yi asked, saying something so astonishing that Zhang Menglong could hardly believe his ears.

"What... what do you mean by that?" Such lines, Zhang Menglong had only ever heard in novels and TV shows. To make someone disappear, he knew what that implied.

"The person responsible for Miss Lu's protection is nearby. If you give the go-ahead, that scumbag of a teacher can vanish from the world without anyone knowing what happened, including Miss Lu."

"How is this possible?" Zhang Menglong suddenly felt a chill down his spine, "Could it be that there are assassins among our people?"

"Wait, you're saying someone is still protecting Yiyi?" Zhang Menglong suddenly realized this crucial point, yet he had never issued such an order, and Hong Yi had never mentioned it to him before.

"To Gusu now!" No matter what, Zhang Menglong could no longer stay in the Magic Capital. He wished he could appear by Lu Yiyao's side immediately, "We'll talk about it slowly later!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, your private helicopter is ready to depart at any time."

"Leave now!"

Zhang Menglong hastily put on a jacket, exuding an intimidating presence that made him seem inaccessible as he walked out of the room.

"Old Zhang, where are you off to so late?" Wang Ling held a cup of Dahongpao taro bubble tea in one hand and a roasted chicken leg in the other, eating messily.

"I'm off to beat someone up!"

"Holy shit, what's going on?" It was the first time Wang Ling had seen Zhang Menglong this angry. He knew better than to ask further questions. He wasn't worried about Zhang Menglong getting into trouble; he was worried about the person who had angered him, wondering if their body would be found floating in the Huangpu River the next day.

"Then you better go and come back early," Wang Ling said, as if compelled by some force.

At the top of the villa was a small helipad. The helicopter wasn't large but could comfortably accommodate five or six people. If more space was desired, one would have to go to the nearest airport, but Zhang Menglong clearly didn't have the patience to wait any longer.

With the whirring of the propellers, the aircraft vanished into the night sky, heading straight for Gusu.

"Mr. Zhang, you don't have to worry too much. Miss Lu is fine," Hong Yi said. "If Miss Lu's safety were threatened, even without your approval, protecting her safety is our top priority, and everything else is secondary."

Hearing this, Zhang Menglong felt slightly relieved. The most important thing was that Lu Yiyao was unharmed.

"Tell me about this bodyguard matter," Zhang Menglong said. "Also, how did you find out about the incident in Gusu City so quickly? Did you have someone follow her?"

"Mr. Zhang, you have misunderstood. The Zhang Family's information network spans the globe, covering politics, business, the military. None of that escapes our surveillance," Hong Yi explained. "If any country is about to undertake military action, the moment the order is issued, your intelligence organization will be aware of it."

"Is it that powerful?" Zhang Menglong was somewhat surprised, "Is this better than the FBI?"

"Mr. Zhang, you're underestimating the power at your disposal," Hong Yi said. "If you wanted to know what color underwear the American President is wearing today, it would be no problem, or even how many grains of rice he ate for a meal. If you want to know, you could get the most accurate information immediately."

"Isn't that a bit exaggerated?" While it's feasible to investigate the color of a President's underwear, to know how many grains of rice someone eats - would someone count them for you?

"Mr. Zhang, do you believe that there are some special people in the world?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Hahaha, are you talking about Kamen Rider, Ultraman, the Giant, Thor, Iron Man?" Zhang Menglong laughed. "You know I'm in a bad mood and you tell me this kind of joke to lighten the atmosphere?"

"Mr. Zhang, there are some things that we feared would be too much for you to bear, so we didn't tell you. Now, with Miss Lu's situation, there are some things that you should know."

"What? Besides the 5000 years of history my family has, there are other secrets?" Zhang Menglong suddenly felt that Hong Yi's tone wasn't joking.

"Ye Yin, come out."

"Huh? Ye Yin? Who are you calling for?" Zhang Menglong's face was filled with question marks. Besides him and Hong Yi, there was only the helicopter pilot on board, but he remembered that the pilot's name seemed to be Ma Yue.

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Just then, Zhang Menglong felt the hair on his body stand on end. In the seat behind him, where there had been nobody, now sat a person who appeared to be in their late twenties, like a ghost suddenly appearing as a chilling voice echoed in his ear.

"Ye Yin greets Mr. Zhang."