I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Huaxia people, I've already given you enough face, don't think just because you've got some money you can do whatever you want!"

"Huh!" Zhang Menglong laughed, "Do whatever I want? Learned a few Huaxia idioms and think you've got a bit of cultural depth? It's shameful to see things created by our ancestors used by you so nonsensically!"

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I'm asking you, where is this?"

"Gusu City."

"Let me tell you, this is Huaxia, and in Huaxia, no matter where you're from, you'd best leave your so-called arrogance and discrimination at the door. Huaxia is a land of etiquette; we welcome friends, but we won't indulge those who don't know how to appreciate it!"

"Young man, don't ask for trouble. We were just shamelessly hoping to look a little longer, and he was just maintaining order," the old man said, immediately trying to mediate as he saw Zhang Menglong and Clark arguing.

"Elder, this is a different matter!" Zhang Menglong said, "And it's not me causing trouble, he's the one doing it!"

Zhang Menglong then tried to soothe the elder, "I can understand him asking you to leave according to the rules, but he just said we Huaxia people have thick skins, said our Huaxia culture is inferior to their Europe. That's a big deal!"

The Huaxia people in the venue mostly knew a bit of English and had almost all heard what Clark had said just now, the word of mouth quickly stirred up indignant feelings.

But the netizens in the live streaming room were totally confused. They were wondering, why does Zhang Menglong seem to pick fights wherever he goes? Some even followed the trend and said Zhang Menglong was causing trouble everywhere just because he had money.

Now the truth was out, and from what Zhang Menglong had said, it wasn't hard to discern the cause of the conflict. And for those keyboard warriors, it was one thing for their own people to criticize each other, but quite another to be berated by foreigners. Did they no longer care about their own mother?

"Where are those who just said that Boss Zhang was always asking for trouble? Stand up! Apologize!"

"Boss Zhang is mighty! We can't let them be too arrogant!"

"This time I support you, knock them down!"

"Boss Zhang, if you can take care of them this time, I'll be your loyal fan forever!"

"Daring to put on airs in Huaxia, what are they, still thinking this is Huaxia from decades ago?"

...

"Huaxia person, you look like you want to fight, eh? With that scrawny monkey appearance, can you even haha?" Clark had torn off the facade, scoffing without restrain.

"Clark, what are you doing, do you realize Mr. Zhang is our big client?"

"Bruce, don't think you can talk to me this way just because you're my superior!" Clark's face twisted in rage at Bruce's words, "It's just a Huaxia man, right? What are you afraid of? There are plenty of people who would buy the paintings at our exhibition, and if the deal falls through, so be it. I have many friends in other Asian countries who would be willing to buy these paintings!"

"Idiot! Do you think he's only buying one painting?" Bruce finally roared, if it were just one painting, he wouldn't be so reverent to this young man, "Listen up, this Mr. Zhang has purchased all our priced paintings! Over 4000, 50 billion, have you got shit for brains?"

"What?" When he heard this, Clark's expression suddenly froze. When Bruce had said this Mr. Zhang from Huaxia was their client, he had thought Zhang Menglong had only bought one painting.

But how could he have ever imagined that Zhang Menglong hadn't bought just one painting, but over 4000! If this deal fell through because of him, it wouldn't just be a matter of no year-end bonus; his boss might even sell him to Africa to mine coal!

"This..." Clark, his face reddening, had realized that this was not a Huaxia person he could afford to offend! In the capitalist countries of Europe, capital is everything, money is everything, as long as you have money, no matter what country, what race, that's the big boss!

This time he had offended not just an ordinary boss, but a God of Wealth!

"Mr. Zhang, please calm down; I'll make sure that Clark's issue is dealt with, and the outcome will definitely be satisfactory to you!"

"Heh, heh, heh!" Zhang Menglong sneered, but his expression revealed no trace of emotion. "Mr. Bruce, do you take me for a fool? You think I didn't hear your whispers with Clark just now? Your respect for me is based solely on money.

"Mr. Zhang, I..."

"You look down upon Huaxia culture, don't you? Think your art exhibition is so spectacular, right? Let me tell you, with our 5000 years of history, if you want to talk about cultural depth, Huaxia is your daddy!"

"Well said!"

"Damn, I'm about to cry!"

"I've turned from a passerby fan to a die-hard fan!"

"A second-generation rich with such upright values, I'm impressed!"

A chorus of supportive voices rose from the crowd. Even the critic from before straightened his back. Yes, when it comes to culture, although the forms are different, with such profound historical depth, Huaxia's culture is never inferior to that of any other country.

"You want to run some sort of exhibition, right? You're just hoping to make a tidy sum and then promote your so-called Renaissance culture, sorry, but I'm not buying what you're selling. Please, leave this place!"

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Zhang?" Bruce suddenly felt a foreboding feeling in his heart.

"Nothing much, just want to let you know that you don't need to bother with the exhibition anymore. You can take your so-called masterpieces and leave the venue. Feel free to host your art exhibition wherever you like, but you're not welcome here."

"Mr. Zhang, you don't have the authority. We signed a contract with the Gusu International Convention and Exhibition Center, which is legally binding."

"Oh, you're right, it is legally binding. I never said I wanted to break the contract, but, I'm thinking that as long as we're willing to pay the breach of contract fee, there shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Having said that, Zhang Menglong picked up his phone and dialed Hong Yi's number.

"Hong Yi, can you check who is in charge of the Gusu International Convention and Exhibition Center?"

"Mr. Zhang, is there a problem?"

"Nothing serious, just want to get some people who can't see clearly and have foul mouths out of this convention center!" Zhang Menglong briefly explained the situation in a few words.

"Mr. Zhang, although the convention center was overseen by Tenghui Group, it's not owned by any private organizations; it's under the local cultural department."

"I don't care about that, I just want to know if we can kick them out."

"Can do, give me twenty minutes!"

"Great! Also, investigate their upcoming schedule for me. I want their so-called 'World Art Peak Touring Exhibition' to not get past a single country!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, these are trivial matters!"

"Hmm, thanks for the trouble."

...

Zhang Menglong's call had lasted only a few tens of seconds, but the people around had already started discussing.

"President Zhang made a call!"

"He's blowing his top! Who knows whom he's contacting."

"The man can easily pull out 50 billion US dollars in cash, do you think his background would be simple?"

"Time to watch the show! I can already sense a nuclear warning up ahead!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"President Zhang, power to you!"

"Brilliant!"

"Mr. Zhang, what you just did was..."

"Oh, it's nothing. Just pack up and get ready to leave!"