I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"What? How is that possible?"

"Is there really such a thing?"

"The world's richest person's startup capital was given by Zhang Menglong's grandfather?"

"He admitted it himself, so how could it be fake?"

"Damn! All I have to say is damn, my worldview has collapsed!"

Although Wang Ling's voice was not very loud, it was crystal clear in the live broadcast, and everyone heard his translation. As for whether the translation was accurate, there was no voice of doubt appearing on the bullet comments, which was already the best proof.

Even though they didn't know what had actually happened back then, since Poladi himself had said it, naturally, there was no need for any doubt.

Zhang Menglong's grandfather had given Poladi the startup funds; in other words, if it weren't for Zhang Menglong's grandfather, there wouldn't be the world's richest person we have today. To put it less modestly, one might even say that this world's richest person was created by Zhang Menglong's grandfather!

"Who exactly is his grandfather?"

"I have no idea; online, apart from Zhang Menglong's own information, you can't find any details about his family members."

"Isn't that too mysterious?"

"But that doesn't necessarily mean his grandfather is all that amazing. Maybe he just gave Poladi a sum of money, and the achievements after that were all created by himself."

"Exactly, if Zhang Menglong's grandfather was really that powerful, he wouldn't be unknown, right? If you were wealthy enough to rival a country, would you just watch someone else wearing the crown of the world's richest person?"

In fact, over the years, Poladi had never forgotten. Even as he became the world's richest person, he was very clear in his heart that this so-called title was just an empty honor. That unimaginably wealthy man was the truly richest person in the world.

"Mr. Poladi, are you not joking?" Zhang Menglong didn't know what was going on at all; his family had never mentioned this to him, not even Hong Yi.

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"No, no, no, I'm not joking. Perhaps your grandfather doesn't remember me anymore, but I have always regarded him as my faith. Being able to see you here today is just great!"

"I'm actually quite curious. How about we add a seat for you? This place is spacious enough," Zhang Menglong said casually.

"That would be an immense honor!" Eyes don't lie, and Zhang Menglong could see the full-blown enthusiasm in Poladi's eyes.

"Quick! A chair!"

"Camera, get the camera!"

"This is definitely a bombshell! The world's richest person was casually created by one of Huaxia's tycoons. This could even make the headlines of International Weekly tomorrow!"

Quickly, a hotel staff member brought over a chair that was originally intended for Poladi and Song Mingxiang's lunch. From the looks of it, this chair appeared to be of considerable value.

"Have a seat," Zhang Menglong said.

"No, how can I sit on a chair more luxurious than Mr. Zhang's?" Poladi said with a smile, then pushed that chair aside. He looked around and moved a simple wooden chair from a corner.

"This will do just fine for me." Even though it was a shabby chair, Poladi felt a sense of honor sitting in it.

"66666!"

"Isn't this too humble? Now I'm even doubting who the actual world's richest person is."

"My mom's asking me why I'm kneeling to watch the live broadcast."

"President Zhang, look at the way I'm kneeling—is it standard?"

...

Poladi's exaggeratedly respectful demeanor shocked waves of onlookers among the other entrepreneurs who were viewing the live broadcast.

"Let me introduce you to my friend, Wang Ling."

"To become friends with Mr. Zhang, Mr. Wang must be no ordinary person!" Poladi's spoken Huaxia, though awkward, was nevertheless coherent, suggesting he must have practiced deliberately.

Poladi took the initiative to pick up a wine glass and offer a toast to Wang Ling.

"Damn, I'm getting more face than my dad ever did!" Wang Ling was a bit overwhelmed; not even his father had ever dined at the same table as the world's richest man, let alone been offered a toast.

Such an experience, he could brag about for a whole year!

"Mr. Poladi, I'm very interested in the affairs of my grandfather, could you tell me about it?" Zhang Menglong asked with evident interest. Since he could remember, he seemed never to have met his own grandfather; even his parents had never mentioned his grandfather's time to him.

In his heart, his grandfather was probably already deceased.

"Mr. Zhang, you don't know about your grandfather's affairs?" Poladi was a bit surprised, but then regained his composure, "However, that makes sense. For me, this was a fate-changing event, but in your grandfather's heart, perhaps it was not even worth remembering."

"That impressive?" Zhang Menglong truly found it hard to imagine.

"This all happened last century," Poladi said slowly, "At that time, I was not yet thirty years old. It's embarrassing to say, but I didn't have any proper job back then, just living on stock trading, without much skill or capital, just slightly better off than just making ends meet."

"And then?"

"Mr. Zhang, have you ever heard of the financial crisis of the last century that, except for Huaxia and those countries on good terms with Huaxia, almost swept across the entire world?"

"Of course, I know, I've learned about it on political history texts." Although Zhang Menglong didn't particularly like those subjects, in the context of an exam-oriented education system, even without deep exploration, he had thoroughly understood it.

"Actually, that economic crisis was your grandfather's masterpiece."

"What? That was my grandfather's doing?" Zhang Menglong exclaimed in shock; he remembered that crisis was caused by excessive inflation, what did that have to do with his grandfather?

Zhang Menglong was this shocked, not to mention the rubbernecking masses, each of them looked as if they were hearing something unbelievable.

"Continue!"

"The reason is quite simple," Poladi said, "It involves some historical background of your country, I'm not at liberty to say too much, but you know, your country has had some rough times."

Poladi spoke very euphemistically, but everyone could tell what period he was referring to.

"During that time, many treasures from your country were lost overseas, and at that time, your grandfather, solely by his own efforts, managed to locate many of the lost national treasures."

"But what does that have to do with this matter?" Zhang Menglong inquired curiously.

"You don't know, those national treasures are easy to lose, but not so easy to retrieve. Even if found, the holders usually ask for a hefty ransom before they're willing to return them."

"Hmm," Zhang Menglong nodded; for example, many national treasures appearing at foreign auctions, those bidding entrepreneurs buying them back, often costing several million or even tens of millions of US dollars.

"Your grandfather had quite the temper," Poladi said, his eyes showing admiration as he thought back, "I don't know how formidable the resources at your grandfather's disposal were, but within just a few days, he managed to increase the inflation rates of those countries involved by several hundred times. Even their frantic money printing couldn't stabilize it.

In just one week, the economies of nearly half the world were paralyzed."

"Awesome!" Although Zhang Menglong didn't know what the scene looked like back then, his grandfather seemed to have left behind a quite impressive legacy.