I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"You're incredible! This time I'm truly impressed! The contemporary Wang Duoyu must be you!" Splurging money and still making a profit, Wang Ling had no doubts about it anymore.

Just like Wang Jian said, Zhang Menglong's spending seemed aimless and whimsical, but behind it, there was a profound logic.

Most importantly, this method allowed many people to let their guard down, thinking that Zhang Menglong was just a frivolous young master who only knew how to squander money, without ever considering applying those thoughts to business strategies.

Under this subtle influence, it provided cover for the rise of those projects. Even if someone did notice, and the competitors in those industries paid attention, by then it would be too late to suppress it!

"No, I really just spend money for the sake of spending money. I never intended to make a profit!"

"Whom are you trying to fool? Could you achieve an average return of over two hundred times in five years without a plan?" Wang Ling completely disbelieved Zhang Menglong's explanation, "Hypocrite!"

"Fine, think what you want!" Zhang Menglong gave a wry smile, "Even telling the truth gets labeled as hypocrisy. What's wrong with the world?"

"That's why I say, Menglong is a true investment genius, and this kind of gift, we the older generation will never fully understand," Wang Jian said, "The future of this world belongs to you young people!"

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"Uncle Wang, you didn't come just to praise me, did you?" Since Wang Jian had arrived at Zhang Menglong's home, he had pretty much been singing his praises to the skies.

"Hahaha, of course, I said I have a favor to ask of you," Wang Jian said.

"Uncle Wang, just say it. Wang Ling and I are bound by life-and-death friendship; whatever it is, I'll definitely help!"

"Life-and-death friendship?" Wang Jian was taken aback, sounding as if the two had experienced mortal peril together or something.

"Oh, that's right!" Wang Ling quickly explained after seeing Zhang Menglong's look, "We went to Europe together not long ago. When we were passing through a country, there happened to be a couple of fighter jet squadrons fighting, and we were lucky to safely pass through the war zone!"

Wang Ling did not mention a word about what happened at sea or the fact that Zhang Menglong had summoned several aircraft carrier fleets.

"There was such a thing?" Wang Jian was also a bit surprised, "I can't believe you managed to survive such a calamity!"

"Since that's the case, I won't hold back!" Wang Jian said, "Menglong, I hope you can give some guidance to our Wang Ling in the future."

"Huh?"

"I'm already 60 years old, and many business matters are starting to be beyond me. You know, our Wanda is controlled by father and son. I don't feel comfortable leaving Wanda in anyone else's hands, but this good-for-nothing Wang Ling isn't making any effort!"

"Dad, give me some face!"

"Face isn't something you get from others; it's something you earn for yourself!" Wang Jian said, none too pleased.

"Menglong, I hope you can help him, give him some proper direction. I don't expect him to be as outstanding as you, but I just hope he doesn't squander Wanda's hard-earned family wealth!"

"If I lead him astray even for a bit, your Wanda would go bankrupt in a month!" Zhang Menglong thought to himself, but it wasn't easy to refuse since Wang Jian was giving him so much face, "Alright, Uncle Wang, I'll take care of Wang Ling!"

"Good!" Wang Jian handed a black bank card to Wang Ling, "There's 10 billion in here. Starting today, you'll learn well from Menglong. You're not getting any younger; it's about time you started building a career for yourself!"@@novelbin@@

"10 billion?" Wang Ling was astonished; 10 billion in cash, when had his dad ever been so generous? Could this be that his dad had emptied out the last bit of liquidity in his pockets?

His dad actually trusted Zhang Menglong that much?

"Menglong, do you have any good ideas?" Wang Jian asked, "This 10 billion should be enough for Wang Ling to make some investments with you, right?"

"Um, it should barely be enough!"

"Barely enough? Bro, that's 10 billion, not 100 dollars!" Wang Ling was boasting like never before.

"You don't know a thing!" Zhang Menglong said, "Do you have any idea how much I've spent on those scientific research projects? Over 30 billion, and we're talking US dollars, what can your 10 billion possibly do?"

"This..." Wang Ling was suddenly at a loss for words. To ordinary people, 10 billion, even just sitting in a bank, would be enough for a lifetime of wealth and to pass down through generations.

At Zhang Menglong's place, the words "what can it do" just casually brushed over?

However, Wang Jian wasn't angry; he knew Zhang Menglong was wealthy and bold, and to him, that 10 billion might really just be the threshold for investment.

"Menglong, look at this, with this money, what can you guys come up with?"

"How should I know what to do, make a basket?" Zhang Menglong muttered under his breath. Previously, all he ever thought about was how to spend money, and if asked a month earlier, he might have come up with some earth-shatteringly unconventional investment projects.

But now, all he had in his mind was how to show off and how to earn Cred Points.

"What did you just say?" Wang Jian didn't catch what Zhang Menglong said clearly.

"Oh oh oh, I said let's do gaming!" Zhang Menglong brought out the vocabulary that came to his mind during that time.

"Oh!?" Wang Jian's eyes lit up, "Yes, that's indeed a good direction! Nowadays young people, especially those under great work pressure, need some ways to relieve stress, and gaming is indeed one of the best!"

"Moreover, I believe that in the future, esports might possibly become a world-class event, like the Olympics!"

"Eh!" Zhang Menglong's eyes suddenly sparkled, "World-class... showing off?"

A massive idea instantly took root and sprouted in his mind.

"It looks like you already have an idea?" Wang Jian noticed the gleam in Zhang Menglong's eyes.

"Uncle Wang, what do you think about us organizing a world-class Esports Olympics?"

"That... that might not be easy, right?" Wang Jian said.

Indeed, many esports events have already gone global, especially Warcraft, League of Legends, and such, which host world-class competitions every year and attract countless people's attention.

Even under such scattered premises, they have such influence; if one could organize all the world's esports together to hold a large-scale competitive event, its influence would likely not be any lower than the Olympics!

It's worth noting that hosting an Olympics is a huge undertaking that, while seemingly costly, brings substantial returns!

For instance, the Sydney Olympics alone generated revenue in the tens of billions of Huaxia currency.

And that's just the direct income; a series of indirect revenues from tourism, culture, and the like are also a significant amount.

The additional profits brought by esports, including game skins, figurines, and so on, absolutely far exceed those abstract cultural profits.

Consider that the annual League of Legends national championship releases a set of champion skins, and the revenue it brings in amounts to hundreds of millions, and for the company, it's just a string of code; the design cost, compared to these, is almost negligible!

"Interesting! Very interesting!" Wang Jian, listening to Zhang Menglong's plan, became more and more interested, "So what's the first step you plan to take?"

"Start with a wave of publicity, let everyone know there is such a grand event!"

"That won't be easy, right? Other organizations already have their fixed world-class competitions, what you're doing is like poaching, and maybe they wouldn't even be bothered to participate!" Wang Ling argued.

"That's because the attraction isn't strong enough!" Zhang Menglong said, "How much is the prize money for the world champion of Dota and LoL?"

"At most a few million US Dollars," Wang Ling said.

"All right, let's set a small goal for our prize money, 100 million US Dollars!"

"100 million? For one country?"

"No!" Zhang Menglong shook his head, "100 million US Dollars for one esports event!"

"Holy shit!" Wang Ling swore outright, "You're offering 100 million per event, how many splashes could your 10 billion make? My money's not enough for shit!"