I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"What does that mean?" Wang Ling asked.

Zhang Menglong's composure once again exceeded Wang Ling's expectations. What kind of person could stay so calm in the face of financial attacks from 89 countries? Had he resigned himself to his fate, or did he have a card up his sleeve?

He believed that Zhang Menglong could take on one country by himself; over this past year, he had proved countless times that he indeed had that capability. But damn it, taking on 89 countries at once? Was he even human?

"It's only 89 countries. Even if all of the countries joined forces, I wouldn't be afraid," Zhang Menglong said confidently.

"What else do you know about this?"

"You know, last time our family's old house was dug up and now the whole world knows our family is incredible. So they went back and did some digging."

"Digging what?"

"Digging up debts," said Zhang Menglong, "These countries either owe our family money or land, or our family controls their vital industries. If you were the boss of these countries, what would you do?"

"I definitely wouldn't sit by and watch my country being strangled. If it were me, I would either take you out or take away your bargaining chips."

"So there you go," Zhang Menglong shrugged, "Their goal is to shatter all my assets, to turn me into a pauper. As a pauper, even if they default on their debts, what could I do to them?"

Zhang Menglong continued, "This time, all the developed countries are involved. They have gathered 50 trillion US Dollars intending to first bring down our currency market, then they figure I definitely wouldn't watch our country's economy get destroyed and would surely step in to help stabilize the exchange rate."

"At that moment, they could blow up all the positions I've established and make me lose everything. If I am penniless, in their eyes, I no longer pose any threat."

Zhang Menglong effortlessly analyzed all this.

"That's insane. Kid, what the hell have you done to make 89 countries hate you to the bone?"

"I don't know, maybe they're jealous of my good looks," Zhang Menglong said shamelessly.

"50 trillion a year... Man, how much is the world's GDP for a year? They really are determined. Do you really have that much confidence?" Wang Ling found it hard to imagine how Zhang Menglong would confront this force. 50 trillion US Dollars could crush a country with its sheer weight.

He knew Zhang Menglong's wealth was far more than 10 trillion US Dollars, but it surely couldn't exceed 50 trillion US Dollars, could it?

"What did you mean when you said you were interested in getting rich together?"

"Hehe," Zhang Menglong showed a mischievous smile, "Making money alone is no fun. Shared joy is a double joy. I could take them on alone if I really needed to, but I, Zhang Menglong, am such a noble person!"

"Cut the crap, get to the point!"

"They are now focusing on attacking Huaxia's currency market. They must have mobilized all the US Dollar reserves they can, and if not, at least the greater part of it. Their own currency markets must be extremely fragile right now. If I hit them at this time..."

"Wuhu, time to get rich!"

"But to hit their currency markets, I too need a sum of money. I'll let you guys in on this opportunity. You'd better start crowdfunding now. The money we earn from them, I'll distribute to you guys according to the proportion."

"You little shit, you're planning to rob half the Earth!" Wang Ling was shocked by Zhang Menglong's audacious plan.

"It's only polite to return a gesture. Since they think so highly of me, Zhang Menglong, I naturally have to give them something in return, lest they say I'm impolite."

Seeing Zhang Menglong's sure and confident manner, Wang Ling finally began to waver.

"How sure are you, kid?"

"100%!" Zhang Menglong laughed.

"How many traders do they have?" Wang Ling knew a thing or two about these matters; he never fought a battle without preparation and a high chance of winning.

"About 1,800 top traders," Zhang Menglong answered, "right now, they've probably only used three to four hundred. A good half of their firepower hasn't been brought into play yet."

"And what about you?"

"As many as I need!" Zhang Menglong said nonchalantly, "My family selects a group of highly gifted individuals in finance every year and sends them to a special place for training. Their teachers are all from Super God Academy; by now, there should be about 20,000 to 30,000 of them."

"They all serve as honorary consultants in various consortiums, and some who like freedom just trade stocks and make tens of millions for pocket money each year. But I've already notified them. As soon as I give the command, they'll enter battle mode!"

"Damn, no wonder you're not worried at all!" People from Super God Academy, that's definitely a case of one man doing the work of thousands. Even though Zhang Menglong's teams were just the students of Super God Academy's students, Wang Ling still had confidence that they'd overwhelmingly crush those so-called trading pros.

"This is literally free money!"

Now that he knew Zhang Menglong's plan and his resources, Wang Ling's gloom vanished instantly, replaced by an uncontrollable excitement and joy.

"Wait for me, I'm going to find some people now!"

"No rush, the market doesn't open until tomorrow morning. Plus, I'm not planning to counterattack in the next couple of days. Let's play along with them, let them get a bit confident. Once they've inflated and thrown in enough chips, that's the perfect time to harvest the leeks."

"You sneaky old fox, starting to play dirty," said Wang Ling, "If a third world war breaks out because of you, Zhang Menglong, I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest."

"Rest assured, a third world war is absolutely impossible," Zhang Menglong said calmly, "If anyone even thinks about it, they'll disappear immediately!"

"Damn, wait for me, I'm going to raise some cash. If I win this time, I'm going straight from a bike to a motorcycle, villa by the sea!"

...

"Dad, do you have any money left?" Wang Ling directly phoned his father.

"Why are you asking me for money again? Haven't you made a lot recently? I've never seen a second-generation heir who's better at mooching off his parents than you, and you're my own flesh and blood, unbelievable!"

"Dad, I have an investment to make. Give me all the cash you've got, you won't regret it."

"Impossible, don't even think about it. Even if you disown your father today, or castrate yourself to end my lineage, I wouldn't give you a penny!"

"It's a Menglong project!"

"What? A Zhang Menglong project?" Wang Ling could hear the sound of a chair crashing to the ground on the other end, "Hold on, I'll transfer the money to you right now. Is 3 billion US dollars enough? If not, I'll mortgage my assets to borrow more!"

"...damn it, who's your son anyway?"

Wang Ling successfully got 5 billion US dollars from his old man. This was the maximum amount of cash he could raise in a short time, mortgaging everything mortgageable. If they capsized this time, the Wang family's assets would halve at the very least!

"Not enough!" Wang Ling muttered to himself. To upend a country's foreign exchange market, even if only one-tenth of their wounded capital survived, 5 billion US dollars wouldn't be enough to turn the tides. He had to gather more funds, even if it meant crowdfunding.

"Qin Feng, got any cash on hand? I have a project for you, guaranteed gains, a tenfold to a hundredfold return isn't a dream!"

"I'm not dreaming!"

"I'm not in a pyramid scheme!"

"I'm not signing up to be a male model!"