I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Old Zhang, thanks a lot for this time, I'll remember your favor!" A few minutes later, Qin Feng returned with a ginseng almost four to five meters in its root system. "Gosh, such a huge ginseng," Wang Ling marveled at the enormous root system. "The biggest ginseng I've ever seen had a root system of less than two meters in total. If this thing were to be sold, it'd probably cause quite a stir, right?" "More than just a stir," Qin Feng laughed. "There are just too many rich people in the world, but sooner or later, they all have to face birth, aging, sickness, and death. If there's something that could let them live five or six years longer, those tycoons would probably go insane!" In fact, Qin Feng had a deeper reason he hadn't mentioned. Although he was the rightful heir of his generation in the Qin Family, he still had many brothers and sisters. He wanted to stand out among them and become the next leader. Merely having ability wasn't enough. And this thousand-year-old ginseng would not only prove his ability, allow him to impress his many brothers and sisters, but also show that he had exceptional connections. Moreover, extending the old master of the Qin Family's life by five or six years was a very important and meaningful matter for the entire family, nothing less than a monumental achievement! "Just taking this one?" Zhang Menglong asked. "Are you looking down on me? Take more, they're all worthless stuff!" "I'll be damned..." Qin Feng almost slammed the ginseng he was holding to the ground. Worthless stuff? Believe it or not, I could burn down your entire medicinal field with a single fire! We are already this close, why play it cool? Could it kill you? "Look at him, not caring one bit about his image!" Zhang Menglong pointed at the sack in Wang Ling's hands. It was packed full with precious medicinal herbs. If these were to be auctioned off, Wang Ling's net worth might skyrocket into the ranks of Huaxia's wealthy. "Why even be polite with him?" Wang Ling said nonchalantly. "Don't you know this guy runs a dog-sized enterprise? To us, these are rare treasures, but in his eyes, they're probably no different than radishes and garlic. You're only thinking about your family's old man, but what about your parents?" "Makes sense!" A lightbulb went off for Qin Feng. Right, if his family's old master could live longer, how could he forget his own parents? "Any more sacks? Give me one too!" "There are more than a dozen over there, take them yourself!" "Damn it! I saw this one first!" "Son of a bitch, ginseng is everywhere around here, why fight me over this one?" ... By the time he got home, it was already evening. Lu Yiyao and Hong Yi were also back. Starting in September, Lu Yiyao would be a student of the Popular Music Department at the Jiangnan Arts University. Naturally, she couldn't continue living at school on Zhang Menglong's turf, so from today on, she would start living a shameless cohabitation life with Zhang Menglong. After some activities best left to the imagination, Zhang Menglong and Lu Yiyao were embracing each other, leaning on the pillows. They had longed for this kind of life for so long. "Have you thought about how to arrange the three months before graduate school starts?" Zhang Menglong asked. "I plan to participate in a reality show talent contest." Lu Yiyao seemed to already have a plan. "This season's 'Children of Tomorrow' features several powerful mentors. I can definitely learn a lot from them." "A talent contest?" Zhang Menglong shook his head. "Those things are all scripted, and if you want to learn, I can find you the best musicians in the world, whether it's pop, operatic singing, lyric-writing or composing." Lu Yiyao of course believed in Zhang Menglong's capabilities. Even as his woman, she still had no idea just how powerful his methods could be. Not to mention other things, if it were anything money could solve, she believed there was nothing Zhang Menglong couldn't do. "I wouldn't want that," Lu Yiyao laughed. "Some skills can be taught by good teachers, but others, not so much. In the show, I can gain plenty of stage experience. Plus, don't you think it's fun to be around so many people with the same interests and hobbies?" "Fun, yes," Zhang Menglong looked troubled. He knew these kinds of shows generally involve about three months of closed training, and they had just finally started their shameless cohabitation. Now to be separated for three months, Zhang Menglong was absolutely not willing! "Hmph! You just can't get enough of my body!" Lu Yiyao pouted. "I don't care, today I must convince you!" "Convincing me is out of the question, but if you want to seduce me to sleep, you can try!" "Ah! Zhang Menglong, you weren't this racy before!" "That was me disguising it well in the past!" "Alright, then today I'm going to make sure you sleep soundly!" ... More than an hour later, Lu Yiyao had fallen into a deep sleep. Zhang Menglong tucked her in and quietly left the room. "Mr. Ma," Zhang Menglong dialed Ma Hua's number, "I hope I'm not disturbing you at this late hour?" "Was about to sleep," half the night had passed, and Ma Hua was already feeling drowsy. If it had been anyone else looking for him, he might have cursed them out on the spot, but the moment he saw the caller was Zhang Menglong, his sleepiness completely disappeared. "Mr. Zhang, what's up this late?" Since their last meeting in Europe, Zhang Menglong hadn't contacted him, so a call at this hour must be urgent! "Do me a favor." "What is it that Mr. Zhang needs help with that I can assist you with?" Ma Hua was genuinely intrigued. Had he really become big-shot enough to be of help to Zhang Menglong? He certainly wasn't aware of it. "This year, I'm taking care of all the sponsorship and investment for your company's 'Future Star' program." "Since when did you start paying attention to these entertainment industry matters, Mr. Zhang?" chuckled Ma Hua. "My girlfriend has nothing better to do and wants to join your 'Future Star' program. If she really goes, it will mean two or three months of closed training. As an investor, visits to the set would definitely be more convenient." "Tsk tsk, young people," Ma Hua quickly understood Zhang Menglong's intention. Visits to the set? Just say you don't want to be a monk for three months; can't you be a bit more direct? We're adults here, after all. "Also, I don't want any scripted scenarios in this year's competition." "Done!" Ma Hua knew this was a great opportunity to get closer to Zhang Menglong. "Now that you have spoken, Mr. Zhang, I'll personally take charge of this year's 'Future Star'." "By the way, how much do you plan to invest?" "Hmm... let's go with 10 billion!" "How much?" Ma Hua nearly thought he misheard. Looking at the past few years, they had already been wildly spending money to garner attention and popularity, but the cost for one season's production was only about 3 billion. Zhang Menglong had said 10 billion right off the bat. If he really spent that much, he would definitely not be able to recoup the costs! "This season, I want the best mentors, the best equipment, the best production, and the best traffic promotions. If 10 billion isn't enough, I'll add another 10 billion!" "This isn't investing!" Ma Hua had only heard about Zhang Menglong's extravagant spending, but now he was truly witnessing it firsthand. This wasn't just burning money, this was treating mortal world money like it was Underworld money! "Alright, I'll set up a special team to arrange it tomorrow!" ... "Hmm?" Just as Zhang Menglong had put down the phone, another call came in. Who could it be this late at night? "Old Zhou?" Zhang Menglong was puzzled. Old Zhou was getting on in years. Was he not sleeping in the middle of the night to have a heart-to-heart with him? "Old Zhou, do you need something this late at night?" Zhang Menglong answered the phone. Old Zhou's tone was unusually serious: "Menglong, there's been an incident!"