I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"A Wuling Hongguang?" The rich second generations looked at each other, not sure whether they should laugh or not.

Zhang Menglong is at least the world's richest man, so his collection of cars must be countless. Surely, he wouldn't be lacking such common knowledge, right?

These are all top-level sports cars, with each one capable of speeds over 400 kilometers per hour. A Wuling Hongguang wouldn't even match up to one of their tires; this kind of joke isn't funny at all.

To rely on a Wuling Hongguang to beat those supercars, perhaps only the God of Cars, Takumi Fujiwara, could have that level of skill if he were still around, right?

"Brother Zhang, you really have a sense of humor!" said the son of the artillery brigade Commander.

"Joking? I'm not joking," Zhang Menglong said with an innocent face, "Racing depends on the person. The car is merely a tool. Even with a Wuling Hongguang, my friend can definitely win."

"Brother Zhang, a Wuling Hongguang can only reach a top speed of 200 kilometers per hour at most. We believe your friend, the God of Cars, can reach 200 kilometers per hour anywhere, but so can these other gods of cars!"

"Hahaha, that's just an ordinary Wuling Hongguang," Zhang Menglong said with a laugh as he explained.

"Brother Zhang, even if you fit a Wuling Hongguang with a V12 engine, the overall design of the vehicle simply can't withstand such high speeds and the body is bound to flip over in a turn once it reaches a certain speed!"

"Speaking of which, why hasn't the God of Cars arrived yet? It's almost time for the race; he couldn't be scared, could he?" Someone started looking impatiently at their watch.

This car race had become far more than just a simple competition; it involved the honor of several countries. Right now, countless eyes from all over the world were watching this event. If the God of Cars backed out, it would be Huaxia's face that was lost!

As time continued to march inexorably forward, even the palms of the race host were starting to sweat. They had expected the Huaxia God of Cars to arrive at the racetrack half an hour earlier, but now, they didn't even know if he would come at all.

So far, no one other than Zhang Menglong knew who this mystery driver was, nor could they contact him.

"Old Zhang, can we really count on your friend?"

"Yeah, isn't he going to stand you up?"

Even Wang Ling and Qin Feng were becoming somewhat nervous.

"What's the rush? We still have half an hour!" Zhang Menglong sat on the couch leisurely drinking his beverage and cracking sunflower seeds as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"How can we not be anxious? The other four gods of cars have arrived. If he loses, wouldn't it make us Huaxia people look like we're all show and no go?" Qin Feng wasn't lacking confidence in the God of Cars, but the other four drivers were just too strong, each with legendary achievements in their own countries.

Yet regarding the God of Cars, their knowledge was still limited.

"Haha!" Zhang Menglong laughed, "Don't worry Old Qin, my friend could win even with his eyes closed."

"Old Zhang, now you're exaggerating. Driving with your eyes closed, you might as well drop the 'Car' and just call him 'God'!"

"Yeah, be careful not to bite your tongue with your big talk!"

Seeing Zhang Menglong's carefree demeanor, some people were beginning to feel dissatisfied.

For these racing-lover second generations, racing was a sacred matter. Zhang Menglong's dismissive attitude towards racing was causing their fondness for him to hit rock bottom.

It's true that Zhang Menglong was wealthy, and that did earn him some respect, but in the eyes of many, a businessperson will always be a businessperson. No matter how rich, in front of the power of the nation, they're nothing.

They believed that if there were a conflict with Zhang Menglong, his money would be no match against the power behind them.

...

"Why hasn't the God of Cars arrived yet?"

"Is he playing the diva? If he loses, wouldn't that be humiliating for us?"

"He's a god of cars, how can he not give us any face?"

"Didn't he just run away?"

"Refund!"

With only ten minutes left before the race started, even the spectator stands were getting restless.

Many had bought high-priced scalped tickets, but so far, the God of Cars hadn't shown up, leaving quite a few feeling irritated.

"Alright, time's just about up!" Zhang Menglong tossed the shell of the sunflower seeds into the trash can and then headed towards the exit.

"Old Zhang, where are you going?" Wang Ling asked first.

"Of course I'm going to the race," Zhang Menglong shrugged. "If I don't show up soon, everyone's going to think I'm a fraud!"

"A race? You?" Wang Ling suddenly realized something, then his expression drastically changed, "You... you said that the God of Cars was your friend, didn't you?"

"Haven't you heard of imaginary friends?" Zhang Menglong said. "The friend I spoke of is actually me!"

"Holy shit!"

"Motherfucker!"

Wang Ling and Qin Feng immediately felt like they had been played, especially Qin Feng, who had been thinking hard about how to get God of Cars to show up through Zhang Menglong. It turned out that Zhang Menglong was the God of Cars!

"That's not right! I remember on Weibo, your coach said that you failed both the subject two and three driving tests, and there were even test score sheets to prove it. Some people checked, and those records are real. How could you possibly be the God of Cars?" Wang Ling couldn't help but question.

200 km/h high-speed drifting, even overtaking with a big truck's blade—could a person who'd only had their driver's license for a few years, rarely ever driven, and even failed subject two and three be capable of such feats?

"Menglong, it can't be that this God of Cars has run away, can it?" Qin Feng said. "You should know that these guys are top-level pros among professional race car drivers. If you stubbornly pose as God of Cars, we Huaxia people won't be able to hold our heads up in many places from now on!" Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire

"Yeah, don't forget how you humiliated them in the beginning. I know these guys very well; each one of them holds grudges. If you lose to them, I don't know how they'll mock us online!"

"Damn, playing us?"

"Zhang Menglong, you think we're all idiots?"

"Zhang Menglong, do you think just because you have money you're invincible? You might fool ordinary people, but you think you can fool us?"

Wang Ling and Qin Feng were still okay, but the other second-generation rich kids all had a sense of having been tricked.@@novelbin@@

They'd been pampered all their lives; when had they ever been toyed with like this? Many of them even worshipped God of Cars as their faith.

And now, a hard-hitting reality was right in front of their eyes.

Either the God of Cars was a coward who was escaping battle, or God of Cars was a false image hyped up by Zhang Menglong, who even failed subject two and three.

Regardless, both possibilities were unacceptable to them.

"Alright, what's the rush?" Although the second-gens spoke with a tinge of gunpowder in their voices, Zhang Menglong was not unreasonable. If it had been him being toyed with, his mood wouldn't be great either.

"I've already said, I could win against those wastes with my eyes closed, driving a Five-Ling Hongguang," Zhang Menglong laughed. "I don't have many virtues, but I'm quite low-key. If it wasn't for old Qin asking me, I wouldn't even care about the empty fame of being God of Cars."

Zhang Menglong took out his phone, "Hong Yi, are you ready? Bring it over!"

No sooner had he spoken than a violent wind kicked up at the entrance of the race track. A helicopter, scores of meters in length, unexpectedly rose from between the mountains. No one knew that a helicopter had been hidden in the depths of this canyon!

From beneath the helicopter hung a squarish box. As the helicopter descended, the box landed steadily on the ground.

"What's that?"

"Could it be God of Cars' vehicle?"

"Wow, such an entrance, a car delivered by helicopter!"

"I've seen that helicopter before; it belongs to Boss Zhang!"

"God of Cars is coming!"

"Look, the box is opening!"

"No idea what kind of car God of Cars has, but it must be amazing, right?"

...

The God of Cars hadn't shown up, but his car had already caught everyone's attention.

"Boom!" The sides of the box folded down in four directions, revealing the true face of the car within.

"This..."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Motherfucker... a Five-Ling Hongguang?"