I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"You guys sure know how to play, still daring to send someone to kill me. If I weren't so lucky and rich, I would have really been in trouble this time!"

"They sent someone to kill you?" Lee Ji-eun finally realized the gravity of the situation beside him. No wonder Zhang Menglong had come back; there was such a layer to their relationship!

Lee Ji-eun had followed Zhang Menglong the whole way up. Zhang Menglong was radiating an intense coldness that could seize a person's soul. Although his face showed no signs of anger, Lee Ji-eun could feel that Zhang Menglong was suppressing his emotions.
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Moreover, for the first time in her life, Lee Ji-eun witnessed something that her worldview could not explain or understand.

Today was a very special gathering in Qingqiu Country, and the hotel was under incredibly strict lockdown. Anyone entering the hotel went through a severe screening, and at the stairwell of this floor, there were armed soldiers guarding, not even a mosquito could get through.

When Zhang Menglong arrived, he did indeed face resistance, but before those people could even speak, or even come into contact with Zhang Menglong, they collapsed to the ground as if asleep; that's how they were able to reach this place despite the heavy guard.

"Oppa, you haven't been hurt, right?" Lee Ji-eun asked, concerned for Zhang Menglong's well-being.

"Do I look like I'm hurt?" Zhang Menglong said coldly, "If I were hurt, even if it were just a single hair from my head, there would be no need for Qingqiu Country to continue existing on the world map!"

As Zhang Menglong uttered these words, it seemed as if he was merely stating a fact in perfect calmness—people of the Zhang Family, above all prohibitions!

"It's good you're alright!" Lee Ji-eun was relieved to hear Zhang Menglong was unharmed. She could somewhat guess that Zhang Menglong had come back for revenge!

"By the way, I can tell you that the assassin you found was pretty good," Zhang Menglong said mockingly, "As soon as he spoke, my phone nearly got fully charged, he was like an Asian power station, a human Pikachu, but then he got beaten up by my bodyguard and nearly met his maker on the spot!"

Quan Zhenggui's mouth twitched slightly. He had learned from Su Zhihe that the person sent by the Wind Nest Organization to assassinate Zhang Menglong was incredibly mysterious, yet they had all failed to kill him! And now Zhang Menglong was still very much alive, the best evidence against his recent claim.

"Us Huaxia people have a saying, 'return the favor with the method received.' You sought to have me killed, so naturally, I have to return a generous gift to you. However, Su Zhihe's life is barely worth 10 US dollars at best, which I think is a loss for me!"

"Bang!" A blast resonated. The hand of a person who looked like a Qingqiu Country official suddenly exploded in a burst of blood, a recording pen bomb.

"Don't dream of leaving behind any evidence," Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee it won't explode while it's still in your trousers!"

"He has those kinds of people around him too!" Quan Zhenggui suddenly realized, and then he felt an overwhelming fear. Those people, completely beyond worldly restraint, were willing to serve as Zhang Menglong's bodyguards. How much had Zhang Menglong paid for their services?

But one thing was certain, tonight's banquet could very well turn into a bloody storm.

"Zhang Menglong, what do you want? You can't possibly plan to kill all of us here, can you?" Quan Zhenggui said.

"What if I kill all of you?" Zhang Menglong laughed, "I have a hundred ways to make sure no one ever finds out it was my doing. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try!"

Hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"I, myself, am quite a lover of peace," Zhang Menglong said, "But I, Zhang Menglong, am not without temper. Your actions today have made me very angry, and when I get angry, I like to hit people with money! So I plan to start by taking all your money, cutting off your water, electricity, and gas, and then cutting off your oil supply!"

"Zhang Menglong, I believe you can take all the money from our banks, and you can cut off some of our water, electricity, and coal gas, but to cut off our oil supply, that's a bit over the top, don't you think?"

"Aren't your oil companies all importing from the Middle East?"

"What about it?"

"Sorry to say, but over 80% of the oil wells in the entire Middle East are mine. If you don't believe me, you can try it and see!" Zhang Menglong declared.

"That's impossible!" Quan Zhenggui shook his head, dismissing it as nonsense. Those oilfields were national assets of those Middle Eastern countries; how could they possibly belong to Zhang Menglong personally?

"Don't believe me?" Zhang Menglong took out his phone and called Hong Yi, "Hong Yi, our great Mr. Quan doesn't believe I can cut off their oil supply. You understand what I mean, right?"

"Understood, Mr. Zhang, give me five minutes!"

...

Zhang Menglong and Lee Ji-eun casually found a spot to sit down and started to enjoy the banquet's delicacies as if no one else was around. "Mr. Quan, why aren't you eating? Such a waste. If you're not going to eat, I might pack everything up and take it away later!"

"I eat your mother!" Quan Zhenggui was so exasperated he almost cursed out loud. With the current situation, who could eat?

Just then, the phone of the minister of the Energy Department from Qingqiu Country suddenly rang.

At that moment, everyone quieted down.

"Hello, I'm Choi Shin-hyun..." The energy minister spoke cautiously.

"Jibber-jabber jibber-jabber..." From the other side came a language rich with the scent of curry, making one wonder if this was a call from Huaxia's old neighbor.

"It's Arabic!" A nameless official immediately approached, "I understand their language, let me speak!"

The two exchanged a series of rapid-fire dialogues, as the official's expression grew increasingly grim, his tone more and more agitated, but in the end, he looked helpless.

"Minister Choi, how much of our country's oil is imported from the Arab world?"

"About sixty percent," Choi Shin-hyun replied, suddenly fearful of a terrible possibility.

"That was the energy minister from the Arab world. They said, starting tomorrow, they will stop selling us oil, indefinitely..."

"What?" Quan Zhenggui could no longer sit still, "Why? Did he give a reason?"

"This..."

"Speak!"

"He said, because he's in a bad mood, so he cut us off."

"What kind of ridiculous reason is that?" Quan Zhenggui nearly threw something in frustration. Could the Middle East oil countries be any more whimsical? Is exporting oil now subject to mood swings?

But Quan Zhenggui knew very well that this wasn't the real reason. The actual reason must have to do with the phone call Zhang Menglong had just made!

He could actually control the oil exports of Middle Eastern countries! How vast was his energy?

"We concede!" Quan Zhenggui sighed. If this were a straightforward fight, Zhang Menglong could crush them with money, and if it were underhanded, they had already lost miserably today. At this point, there was no other choice but to compromise. "State your terms!"

"Ah, I wasn't even pursuing it anymore; just let me go back to my country quietly. Why did you have to degrade yourselves?" Zhang Menglong shook his head as if disappointed, "That guy cosplaying Thor caused a ruckus on my plane and destroyed things worth 800 million US dollars. You've got to compensate for that, right?"

"Compensate!" Quan Zhenggui gritted his teeth. 800 million US dollars was not that much after all; their US dollar reserves were quite substantial.

"What about compensation for emotional distress?"

"Compensate!"

"Well then, let's round it up. Compensate me 800 billion US dollars and we'll call it even!"