I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Mr. Zhang, if Miss Lu signs with our Huaxia Culture, we guarantee that we can put all of the company's resources behind her. Miss Lu is sure to have a very good development!"

"Huaxia Culture? Even Huaxia Culture has come?"

"It's said that they sign no more than three artists a year, and nearly all of them become hugely popular. They're actually interested in Lu Yiyao."

"Mr. Zhang, please consider it!" the agent said earnestly.

"Sorry, we're not interested in signing with any agency," Zhang Menglong said with a smile. "You should be well aware that it's not difficult for me to make someone famous if I want to."

The agent's face turned red. Their company's resources were unique in the industry, but Zhang Menglong was right. Compared to Zhang Menglong, their resources were pitifully weak. Even if they emptied their entire coffers, they couldn't achieve the national team lineup that Zhang Menglong had for the penultimate performance.

"Mr. Zhang, then may we take the liberty of asking why Miss Lu is participating in the competition in the first place?" the Huaxia Entertainment agent continued. "I believe it must be more than just for fun."

"Hahaha, well, you're not wrong there," Zhang Menglong laughed. "Actually, it's like this. Yiyi got admitted to the graduate program at the Music College of Jiangnan, but school doesn't start until September. It was too boring just waiting, so we came to the Son of the Future to give it a try and see what level she's at. It just so happened that she carelessly took the championship."

All the agents and scouts in attendance were left awkwardly speechless.

Does that explanation differ from "joining the competition for fun"? You're bored, so you enter a competition filled with elite contestants, and then incidentally win the championship. Are you the author of this Versailles literature?

Keep in mind, these top 100 contestants are from the most influential entertainment companies in the nation, and they are the best of the best, some of whom have been in training for seven or eight years.

Standing out among these people, not to mention the effort required, is impossible without talent.

"So, we really don't have any plans to use this championship title for anything else. You might want to consider the runner-up. Who knows, they might be interested?" Zhang Menglong said with a smile.

The runner-up? Hua Yuhan? With her family background, does she even need an agency to promote her? She could just register her own company and go solo.

All right, we're heading home now. Thanks for your effort, everyone.

Zhang Menglong took Lu Yiyao by the hand and disappeared into the crowd.

...

"Menglong, what exactly is this guqin you've given me?" Lu Yiyao asked while examining the instrument in her hands repeatedly on the way home.

Although she was just an ordinary person, Lu Yiyao could feel its extraordinariness and even felt like she was being pulled into a beautiful world by the mysterious music it produced when she played it.

"This is the Fuxi Qin," Zhang Menglong said while driving.

"The Fuxi Qin? The legendary one?" Lu Yiyao's eyes widened. "Stop joking, how could such a thing really exist?"

"Don't believe it?" Zhang Menglong laughed. "It's all right. You're bound to find out about some things sooner or later. There's no harm in telling you now. In fact, not only the Fuxi Qin, but the Xuanyuan Sword, the Donghuang Clock, the Kunlun Mirror, and those kinds of things, they all really exist."

"Hahaha, Zhang Menglong, you've played so many games you've become delirious, haven't you?" Lu Yiyao laughed loudly.

"You don't believe me?" Zhang Menglong said. "Do you remember that golden sword in the entrance hall of our house?"

"The one with the dragon pattern carved on it?"

"That's the Xuanyuan Sword," Zhang Menglong stated. "I use it as a guardian for the house."

"And have you noticed that every time I get hungry and want to eat, I go and strike that small clock in the room?"

"Isn't that what you use to signal the chefs to serve the meal?" Lu Yiyao remembered that Zhang Menglong never had to call to arrange for food; he just had to ring a bell, and it seemed like the chefs in another building could immediately hear his summons.

"That's the Donghuang Clock. I thought it was a waste to keep it in the storage cabinet, so I started using it as a dinner bell."

"Also, that farm we went to for barbecue last time, the ax that the servant chopping wood in my family's farm had... that was the Pangu Axe."

Lu Yiyao's mouth dropped open. "You aren't going to tell me that the vanity mirror in our room is the Kunlun Mirror, are you?"

"Wow, you've even learned to jump in with answers!"

"Then that pot we used to stew soup last time..."

"That was the Shennong Cauldron!"

"No wonder it had such a strong medicinal smell!"

"And that colorful stone we used to crack walnuts, that's the Nuwa Stone."

"What about the demon-refining pot?" Lu Yiyao continued to ask.

"I lent it to Uncle Ding, the gatekeeper, to drink liquor from."

...

"Are all the ten Divine Artifacts in your family's possession?" Lu Yiyao had played with many things and had some basic understanding of the ten Divine Artifacts.

Zhang Menglong's use of these trinkets... truly vivid and full of flair, but utterly useless.

"Hold on, what exactly does your family do, how come you have those things?" Lu Yiyao wasn't sure if those things were real, but the Fuxi Zither in her hands told her that what Zhang Menglong was saying was probably the truth.

"Hm, how do I put it!" Zhang Menglong said with an odd tone, "Just think of my family as a big clan that has existed since the beginning of our Huaxia civilization!"

"Existed since the beginning of Huaxia? For more than five thousand years?" Lu Yiyao felt her worldview crumbling in an instant. Despite being with Zhang Menglong for so long, she only knew he was wealthy. She really wasn't clear about his family.

"Didn't you say your mom was just a housewife and your dad was just a sailor?"

"I used to think that too, but then they stopped pretending and came clean, and suddenly I turned into a rich second-generation kid."

"Where are they now? Really traveling around the world?"

"Uh... I guess you could say that."

"Then those items..."

"They were crafted by my ancestors," Zhang Menglong replied, "so it's natural for these items to be in my family. There's nothing strange about it. But why hide away such practical things?"

"Yeah, practical..." Lu Yiyao was at a loss for words.

No wonder the mirror on the dressing table had no wires, but as long as she sat in front of it, she could clearly see her own face, even at night.

No wonder Uncle Ding's liquor flask always had an endless supply of liquor!

No wonder the frail-looking servant at Zhang Menglong's farm could fell a tree requiring three people's embrace with a single axe swing.

...

"If you tell me now that your whole family practices cultivation, I'll believe it."

"You're just pulling my leg, I wouldn't believe it unless you showed me!"

"How can I prove it to you in the middle of the night?" Zhang Menglong was about to argue, but suddenly, he felt a familiar aura approaching him.

"Hua Ye?" Zhang Menglong's lips curled into a strange smile, "Speaking of the devil, it seems they've taken a liking to my Fuxi Zither."

Apart from Hua Ye, Zhang Menglong also sensed two auras very similar to his own following behind. It seemed they were in a bustling area, so they dared not act recklessly.

"Yiyi, didn't you say you didn't believe it?" Zhang Menglong said, "I'll prove it to you in a bit!"

Zhang Menglong pressed down on the accelerator, his car roared to life, suddenly changing direction and heading towards the outskirts of the magic city...