I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

After several days of auditions, the directorial team had completed the selection of actors and was now ready to start drafting the filming schedule. With the finest team on board, Zhang Menglong naturally did not need to worry too much.

As a private plane landed at the airport in Magic City, a luxurious Rolls-Royce headed towards the western suburbs.

"Hong Yi, where are we going?"

"Where else but to your residence," said Hong Yi.

"My residence? The suburbs?" Zhang Menglong still thought that his residence in Magic City should be the legendary First-grade, a landmark building that frequently appeared in novels and was a symbol of the super-rich. Such a place, he thought, should befit his standing.

"Don't I have any property at First-grade?" Zhang Menglong couldn't help but ask.

"Mr. Zhang, the best five floors of Building 1 at First-grade are all yours."

"You scared me, I thought I wasn't worthy of it!" Zhang Menglong sighed in relief, "But why are we heading towards the western suburbs?"

"This time, Mr. Zhang is hosting guests, so of course, it can't be at an ordinary place," Hong Yi explained.

"Ordinary? You call a place like First-grade ordinary?" Zhang Menglong instantly fell speechless. An average apartment at First-grade cost about 230,000 per square meter; even a simple apartment there would cost tens or even hundreds of millions. Could such a place now be considered 'ordinary'?

"Then where are we going?"

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No sooner had the words left his mouth than the car entered a villa district.

"Holy cow, is this Tan Palace Villa?" Zhang Menglong saw the conspicuous sign.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang. I thought it would be more appropriate for hosting your guests here," replied Hong Yi.

Although Tan Palace Villa was not as famous as First-grade, its price was even more terrifying, averaging over 300,000, with all villas having areas of more than 1,000 square meters—meaning that the price of any villa here was calculated in hundreds of millions.

"Indeed, it matches my status," Zhang Menglong nodded in satisfaction.

"There are only 18 villas here. Considering you won't frequent this spot, we have only purchased the central one for you, which covers about 3,000 square meters. It should be enough for your use."

"Damn, isn't that almost a billion?" Zhang Menglong was utterly astonished—such places, ordinary people couldn't even fathom.

In this villa, the decoration was still luxurious. Zhang Menglong even saw several paintings by art masters which, he estimated, probably cost several times more than the villa itself.

However, by then Zhang Menglong had gradually accepted this wealth, and did not seem too surprised. After all, these were all normal proceedings, nothing too exceptional.

"By the way, what time is Zhou Juelun coming? Wang Ling said he scheduled it for today," Zhang Menglong lay on the sofa, relishing the comfort and somewhat reluctant to get up.

"He should be arriving soon. Mr. Zhou Juelun's plane is estimated to land around 10 o'clock. I have already sent someone to pick him up."

"Reliable!" Zhang Menglong glanced at the time, guessing there was still over an hour before Zhou Juelun would arrive. He hadn't had enough sleep in the morning and decided to catch up on some more, after all, he was still growing.

...

"Juelun, aren't we here in Magic City to discuss copyrights with Tengxun?" Zhou Juelun's assistant sat in the rapidly moving car, eyeing the driver dressed like a mafia member with a strange feeling.

They had just gotten off the plane when a group had been waiting for them at the airport, thereafter inviting them into the car. Zhou Juelun's assistant had never received any related notice, hence she looked somewhat baffled.

"No worries, we're going to make a friend," this meeting had been privately arranged by Wang Ling with Zhou Juelun, unknown even to his assistant.

"Make a friend?" Zhou Juelun's assistant chuckled, "Anyone that makes you, boss, go out of your way must be no ordinary person."

"Zhang Menglong, have you heard of him?"

The assistant shook his head.

"You haven't paid attention to the domestic affairs of the Continent for too long," Zhou Juelun said with a smile, "who knows, this time the rights to my song might not necessarily be sold to Tengxun or Wangyi."

"Besides them, what other platforms could afford such a price?" the assistant asked curiously.

"You'll find out soon."

In recent years, Zhou Juelun had almost faded out of the music scene, relying on copyrights and his managed companies, his net worth had already exceeded 10 billion. Ordinary tycoons did not catch his eye, and he had never accepted Wang Ling's invitations, except when his father's influence made some difference.

But he knew that this young man named Zhang Menglong's wealth was beyond terrifying; even for him, it was an honor to be invited. Discover hidden tales at empire

"Mr. Zhou, we have arrived." The car came to a steady stop outside the villa complex.

"Wow!" Zhou Juelun's place was already utterly luxurious, but upon seeing this villa, his assistant couldn't help but widen his pupils, "How much does this cost?"

"Tangong Villa, the most expensive place in all of Modu. How much do you think?" Zhou Juelun was also secretly shocked inside. With a fortune well over ten billion, buying this villa might still require him to liquidate everything.

"Mr. Zhou, please, Mr. Zhang has been waiting for you inside," said a person resembling a butler as he came out to greet them.

"Kindly lead the way."

...

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhou has arrived."

"Finally!" Zhang Menglong's sleepiness instantly dissipated by half.

"Mr. Zhou, this is Mr. Zhang of our household," the butler introduced.

"Such a young fellow." Zhou Juelun's assistant was surprised; to be so young and afford such a villa meant an unfathomably deep background.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang," Zhou Juelun extended a hand, "I have long heard of your reputation, yet to see you in person, you look even younger than in your pictures."

"Don't be too polite, Mr. Zhou. I grew up listening to your songs," Zhang Menglong laughed, "Please take a seat."

Zhou Juelun and his assistant took their seats, both seeming somewhat constrained. Although Zhang Menglong didn't have an aggressive demeanor, it was hard to remain calm in such a lavish mansion.

"Hong Yi, is the milk tea ready?" Zhang Menglong asked. "We must serve nothing but the best for Mr. Zhou!"

"Haha!" Zhang Menglong's comment instantly relaxed the atmosphere quite a bit, and Zhou Juelun smiled awkwardly. Indeed, over the years, his figure had grown more robust due to milk tea, and he was often teased by his fans about it.

Soon, a few cups of milk tea were served, their fragrance was indescribable and they even seemed to have a refreshing effect.

Fans like to make fun of it, but Zhou Juelun truly enjoyed milk tea. He eagerly took a sip, and the unique flavor instantly invigorated him.

"What kind of milk tea is this?"

"Hong Yi, what kind of milk tea is this? It's far too delicious," Zhang Menglong was also drinking his household's milk tea for the first time. He had always thought milk teas tasted the same; the names of the brands were glamorous, yet he could not taste any difference—but the tea in his hand was definitely special!

"Mr. Zhang, this milk tea is brewed with Dahongpao tea leaves and England's JUHLA royal exclusive milk, making it quite special."

"What? This milk tea is brewed with Dahongpao?" Zhou Juelun, as well as Zhang Menglong, was shocked. They hadn't heard about the royal milk, but Dahongpao is famously revered; it's rare and hardly produces a kilogram a year, not even frequently available for royal tributes.

In the eyes of tea lovers, it's almost sacred, yet in their household, it was used for brewing milk tea.

"I must drink more!" Zhou Juelun had sampled countless milk teas, but a milk tea like this likely was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He couldn't help but exclaim internally, "The rich kids of today really know how to live!"