I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

In the Parisia store, two middle-aged men looked down through the second-floor window at the bustling crowd on Champs-Elysees below.

The lean one was named Gaul Siens, the manager of the Champs-Elysees Parisia store; the other was Videla Sieberger from the headquarters, the Europe regional director. It seemed as though there was a huge gap in their status, but in reality, their positions weren't that different.

For Parisia, the store on Champs-Elysees held a special significance; it was almost the face of the brand. Its manager had a critical status in the entirety of Parisia.

"Gaul, about yesterday's incident, I hope it doesn't happen again today. Such events deal a big blow to our brand, Parisia, and could easily cause us to lose our Huaxia consumers!"

"Hahaha, don't worry. At most, they're just protesting verbally. Look, the majority of those lining up outside today are still Huaxia people. Everyone is a businessman chasing after capital profits. No one will truly be at odds with money," Gaul seemed to harbor no regrets about his decision from the day before. Find more chapters on My Virtual Library Empire

"Don't underestimate Huaxia too much. Our annual turnover, Huaxia people account for 30% to 50%. Without the support of Huaxia customers, Parisia could just close down," Videla stated, "Yesterday's news caused quite a stir in Huaxia, and their protests were loud."

"Alright, if it comes to it, just blame all the mistakes on that security guard," Gaul laughed, "At most, it will seem like a minor oversight on our part. No one is really going to investigate thoroughly."

"I hope so," Videla said, "but I still stand by my words, never underestimate the Huaxia people, and never underestimate the anger of the Huaxia people."

"Come on my friend, lighten up. Look, our customer traffic today is already twice what it was yesterday. Don't you think that yesterday's incident, in a way, also served as publicity for us?" Gaul pointed to the group of young people below, "Look, they are all so vibrant!"

"It's strange, how do these hundreds of people seem to know each other?"

"What's so strange about that? There are hundreds of tour groups on Champs-Elysees every day. It's probably just a somewhat larger tour group."

"Why do I always feel a little uneasy?"

"Maybe you've been too busy with work recently? Why don't you give up being a director and find a more leisurely position instead?"

"Wait, look, something seems off with them!"

"What's off?"

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At the very bustling entrance of Parisia, the launch time was almost upon them. For some unknown reason, perhaps just to join in the bustling scene, over seven hundred patients from the Dawn Mental Hospital had lined up, with more than three hundred of them waiting outside.

They chatted and laughed with each other, seemingly reminiscing about their memories in the hospital—those ludicrous behaviors even they found to be ridiculous.

"Mr. Zhang, it's time," the voice of Ye Yin resounded in Zhang Menglong's ear.

"Another milk tea!" Zhang Menglong told the milk tea shop's server, "Friends, get your phones ready. What follows is the moment to witness a miracle!"

An invisible ripple spread out from a spot near Zhang Menglong, a movement with no physical manifestation—it was invisible and intangible but existed in a tangible way through a certain medium. If it had to be described with a word, it would be something akin to "telekinesis."

The waves passed through ordinary people without any effect on their bodies. However, when they reached the patients from Dawn Mental Hospital, they became frozen in place as if a Paralysis Spell had been cast, as if a switch on their bodies had been touched.

Over seven hundred individuals—some were eating, some frolicking, some hopping around—but all were suddenly stalled in motion, while the people at their sides went on with their natural rhythms of movement.

Is there anything stranger than suddenly seeing hundreds of motionless people on the street? All the customers at Champs-Elysees Spring stopped in their tracks and focused intently on this odd group. For some reason, a faint unease settled in everyone's heart.

A moment later, the lock that had been holding them seemed to be released. The faces of all showed a variety of expressions—some were fierce, some dull, some delirious, some sad, and even some violent and bloody.

The young man called Videla instinctively began to search his back, but the wooden ruler that had been inseparable from him for a full two years was nowhere to be found.

"Who! Who stole my Xuan Heavy Ruler! Emperor Huntian, is it you? Come out and fight me, I, Xiao Yan, know more than just ruler techniques!"

This outburst immediately drew everyone's attention. They instinctively stepped back from this suddenly raving man.

"Xiao Yan, I've been looking for you for many years, and my Five Continuous Lightning Whips have reached the Zenith level; today, I will decide the winner with your Wrathful Buddha's Fury Lotus!"

"Bring it on! I'll kill you first, then go after that Emperor Huntian!"

Suddenly, the two of them began to fight like they had lost their minds.

"Security? Where's security? Someone's gone mad over here!" Surrounding tourists promptly started calling for guards.

"What's the matter? What happened?" A security guard rushed over in a hurry—it was the same guard who helped five locals bully that young man from Huaxia yesterday!

"I don't know, these two just started fighting out of nowhere, shouting something about Emperor Huntian."

"Could they be mentally ill?"

"Surely not? They seemed perfectly normal just a moment ago, didn't something happen to cause a dispute?"

The guard looked at the two people entangled in a fight, and for a moment wasn't sure which one he should go help.

"Bang!" Just then, a golf club ferociously struck the back of the guard's head, knocking him out cold on the ground. A Frankfurt teenager, who was evidently having an episode, swung the golf club rapidly over his head. He disdainfully glanced at the guard who had passed out, and with a contemptuous tone, said, "Hmph, not one decent fighter among them!"

"Ah!"

"Someone's lost it over here! Where's security? Someone come quick!"

"What are you doing? Sir, please put down whatever you're holding, or we will have to call the police!"

The already noisy street suddenly exploded into several times the commotion—screams, the sound of glass breaking, cursing, cries for help—it was an eruption of pandemonium!

"Hahaha! I have finally mastered the ultimate martial arts!"

"Sir, sir, please take off the clothes you're wearing; that outfit is very expensive!"

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"Voldemort! You killed my parents, today you will pay your debts with blood! Disarm your weapon!"

"Sir, you haven't paid for the raincoat and the cat teaser yet!"

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"Orcs will never be slaves!"

"Gul'dan!"

"Look, everyone! I've turned into light, I've turned into light—Ultraman really does exist in this world!"

"Have you seen my gauntlet? With just a snap of my fingers, half of you here will turn to ash!"

"I desire human blood, I need human blood!"

"Sir, that is a 200,000-dollar bottle of wine, not human blood!"

"I am the reincarnation of Emperor Qin Shi Huang; right now, I need 3000 elite soldiers. Once I've conquered Europe, I will surely reward you with titles of nobility!"

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