I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Zhang Menglong, don't be too smug; I've recorded this entire phone call, and all of it will serve as evidence for us in court!" Michel said, "Our Huaxia division of our Storm Cloud game company will formally file a lawsuit against you!"

In Michel's hand was a small recording device; as an old fox, he was very experienced in playing these tricks.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Michel," Zhang Menglong said with a calm and collected smile, "In Huaxia, recording audio without the other party's knowledge has no legal effect. Moreover, I advise you to throw that thing away immediately, or it might become very dangerous!"

"Zhang Menglong, do you think I, Michel, am easily frightened?" Michel gripped the recording pen even tighter in his hand.

"Show him some color," Zhang Menglong seemed to say to someone who wasn't there.

Suddenly, the recording pen in Michel's hand eerily exploded, instantly covering his hand in blood.

Michel let out a scream of anguish, how could this perfectly fine recording pen just inexplicably explode like that? Even if there were mechanical issues inside, it shouldn't have exploded to such an extent!

"You... was it you?" Michel's tone was filled with panic.

"I just warned Mr. Michel, but it seems Mr. Michel did not appreciate my kindness," Zhang Menglong said with a smile.

"What sorcery did you use?" Michel was frantic, wondering if Zhang Menglong, who could do such a thing from a great distance, might also have his life in his hands?

Although it was now a society governed by law, such eerie methods still made him shudder. He had heard that Huaxia people possessed some very miraculous powers—could this be the legendary power from the East?

"What do you think?" Zhang Menglong said with a smile.

"You guess whether I'll guess?"

"You guess whether I think you'll guess or not?"

"Huaxia people, enough is enough!" Michel said, "Even if you don't admit it, the fact that you Huaxia people use cheats is absolutely nailed down, and such actions will be scorned by the entire world."

"Really?" Zhang Menglong said indifferently with a smile, "That's interesting. Then let me ask you, is your behavior of tampering with history and facts a glorious deed?"

"I've said it before, this is just a virtual world, everything is nonexistent; if you insist on taking issue, that's your problem. Even if you intend to resolve this matter through legal action, our Storm Cloud company is ready to see it through!"

"Of course," Michel said through clenched teeth, "no matter which route you take, you will never win!"

"You see, a dog can't change its habit of eating feces," Zhang Menglong said resignedly, spreading his hands, "but I never planned to resolve this issue through legal channels. Even if we were successful, at most we would fine you some money and make you change the map—wouldn't that be letting you off too easily?"

Michel was about to say something when his other phone vibrated, displaying a very crucial piece of information.

"Zhang Menglong, it's no longer about how you confront us; now, you should consider the rage you will face from the Huaxia game companies!"

"Oh?" Zhang Menglong raised an eyebrow, "What can you do to me? I, Zhang Menglong, have a hundred ways to bankrupt your lousy company, but you are powerless."

"Zhang Menglong, do you really think you can do whatever you want with money?" Michel said, "Now you Huaxia people are notoriously infamous, obtaining victory in the game in such a way is utterly shameful!"

The players from Dragon Continent resorted to using cheats to directly take down all other servers, seriously damaging the overall gaming experience, and even some small country's servers, which only planned to play a peaceful life simulation game.

Even if they were to be hacked by someone else's server, they probably would have to wait until the mid to late stages of the game, right? At least they could enjoy a long period of gaming fun.

But the Huaxia players used cheats to end this season's game outright; they hadn't yet had their fill, and they hadn't even deeply experienced the game before it was over.

This feeling was like a couple in the depths of love, ready to engage in some deeper communication, exploring the origins of humans, but then someone suddenly flipped their bed, pants down, and this is what I get to see?

So, gamers around the world were loud in their complaints.

Because of this, gamers from dozens of countries around the world publicly declared a boycott of Huaxia's games, and many agents importing Huaxia games into foreign countries were severely warned and punished by the gaming companies.

They demanded an increase in operational costs for the games. Although this action seemed to violate contractual agreements, there was a clause in the contract stating that if any negative impact from Huaxia agents resulted in adverse consequences for the game's operation, they had the right to demand compensation or even terminate the contract.

The agents, to stabilize their suppliers, had no choice but to satisfy these excessive demands.

If converted into direct economic loss, this would probably be at least on the order of tens of billions of US Dollars.

Not only that, gamers in many countries, in protest, even banned VPN access to Huaxia's servers, meaning Huaxia players could no longer access these foreign servers through any normal channels.

You see, many of Huaxia's players were once calling the shots on foreign servers. With such a thing happening, their reputation was naturally severely impacted.

In other words, Huaxia players' reputations were now stinking all around the world, and games worldwide began to boycott Huaxia players!

"Fine!" Zhang Menglong laughed, "Alright, pretty impressive, a bunch of hypocrites. When you guys messed up the games with bugs and glitches, no one spoke up for justice. When our Huaxia players stood up in rebellion, you make a fuss, but now I see clearly."

"But these crappy games of yours, you think we care about them?" Zhang Menglong suddenly smirked coldly.

Michel's secretary came at the sound and had already bandaged the wounds on his hand, "Zhang Menglong, it seems you still don't understand. The games made by your people don't have a single one that is well-known in the world, aside from plagiarism what original creations can you do? Isn't it supported by our foreign games that your game market is still afloat?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"Without our games, your Huaxia game industry will crash and burn!"

"So what do you want?" Zhang Menglong continued to ask, Michel wouldn't have told him about this if he didn't have something in mind.

"Compensate us for the losses in the failed games!" Michel had already thought this through. The failed games had a significant influence among gaming companies worldwide, and they initiated this boycott. After all, when the big brother speaks, the little brothers have to listen, whether they want to or not.

"How much money do you want?"

"10 billion!"

"My my, aren't you bold," Zhang Menglong wasn't at all surprised. For someone like Michel, it would be strange if he didn't take the opportunity to extort a huge sum now.

"Alright, 10 billion Vietnamese Dong it is then, I'll transfer it to you in a bit."

"Zhang Menglong, are you still playing slick up to now?" Michel's anger was starting to become uncontrollable, "I'm talking about US Dollars!"

"Look at you, getting all worked up," Zhang Menglong said calmly, "Paying is out of the question, it's impossible for us to pay in this lifetime, let those games be gone, we Huaxia will just develop our own! Bye-bye now!"