I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"A couple hundred? Do you think these scientific research projects are wholesale?"

Upon hearing the number Zhang Menglong had mentioned, Old Zhou almost had a heart attack, as Zhang aimed to monopolize the nation's annual scientific research projects single-handedly.

"That's just absurd!"

"Old Zhou, you can't say that," Zhang Menglong said with a mischievous grin, "those projects need to be done by someone, don't they? I can do them quickly and well, and won't cost the government a penny. Either way you slice it, the country profits!"

"Do you even know what these projects are?" Old Zhou directly asked, "Even if I handed those projects over to you, could you really start working on them right away? Just organizing the research domains, creating research plans, and preparing researchers would take three to five months. One month? You're dreaming."

"Old Zhou, how about we make a bet," Zhang Menglong proposed, "Just give me one day, and I'll have all the theoretical analyses and research plans completed. If I can't do it, you can say I farted in front of you today!"

"Oh? That confident?"

"I call it capability!"

"Hmph, your theoretical analysis and research plans don't count unless the project leaders review them and agree!"

Hearing Old Zhou soften slightly, Zhang Menglong knew he had a chance, "Okay, just tell me the general themes and directions of those projects."

"Hold on!" Old Zhou pulled out a very old-fashioned cell phone, then took out a phonebook and started flipping through it.

He dialed a number, then glared at Zhang Menglong, "Just wait!"

"Hello, old Xu, it's me, Old Zhou. This year our nation's scientific research projects are still coordinated by you, right? Oh, yes, could you send me those details? Yeah, I have someone here who wants to check out these projects, right..."

After wrapping up the official business followed by some small talk, a stack of documents began printing from the fax machine in Old Zhou's study a few minutes later.

Over a hundred pages, covering the themes and summaries of the nation's 158 projects for the year.

"Take a look for yourself," Old Zhou said as he sipped his tea, "Don't say I didn't warn you; none of the projects that qualify as national-level scientific research are simple—they are not only theoretically robust but also highly applicable."

Zhang Menglong picked up the documents and casually flipped through a few pages:

"Biometallurgical Engineering Technology," "High-Performance Power Battery Fabrication Technology," "Wearable Health Monitoring Devices," "Theoretical Foundations and Research Methods for SiC MEMS-based Satellite Precision Positioning and Attitude Control Microthruster Arrays"...

"What is all this mess," Zhang Menglong, although filled with extensive theoretical knowledge, found it difficult to immediately produce something tangible.

"Hahaha, confused now?" Old Zhou couldn't help but laugh upon seeing Zhang Menglong's expression, "A night's worth of theoretical analysis scheme? I could give you all the time in the world and you'd still come up empty-handed!"

"Old Zhou, same time tomorrow, we won't miss the date!" Zhang Menglong might not be able to figure it out alone, but that didn't mean no one else could!

...

"I need to take a dump!"

Back at his villa in Yanjing, Zhang Menglong quickly found an excuse to slip into the bathroom alone, and as the mystical portal rose, the restroom was left with nothing but a strong smell.

"Gou Dan, summon another batch of teachers for me!"

Zhang Menglong dashed into Super God Academy screaming, with all the students studying there stunned, not understanding what he needed.

This time, Zhang Menglong was flush with wealth, possessing thousands of Cred Points, and he summoned 20 teachers directly!

"Arthas greets the Dean!"

"Thanos greets the Dean!"

"Copernicus greets the Dean!"

"Galileo greets the Dean!"

"Tesla greets the Dean!"

"Taro Nanko greets the Dean!"

"Taro Higashi, I have met the Dean!"

"Grey Wolf, I have met the Dean!"

"Cao Zhengchun, I have met the Dean!"

"Lin Dong, I have met the Dean!"

"Hawking, I have met the Dean!"

...

"Wow, we've completely broken through the dimensional barriers!" Zhang Menglong couldn't help but complain.

Not sure whether it was because he was eager to acquire some scientists, but of the 20 teachers, more than half were experts from various domains, almost gathering all the scientists from his biology, chemistry, and physics textbooks he had studied from childhood.

As for the others, even Thanos showed up. He remembered that his parents had just captured Thanos for this parallel universe when they had left. He wondered if snapping his fingers with the Infinity Gauntlet could really wipe out half the population of the world.

He remembered that Taro Nanko was Ultraman's human form, and Taro Higashi was Kamen Rider Black. He had to admit, those with the name Taro really were handsome guys, but what were Grey Wolf and Cao Zhengchun? What strange things had slipped into this group of teachers?

Zhang Menglong directly assigned all the teachers to an administrative structure. At Cao Zhengchun's strong insistence, Zhang Menglong established the Eastern Depot specifically for punishing students who broke the school rules. Of course, Zhang Menglong also reminded him, education is fine, but no knives!

"All teachers, please come here and gather around!" Zhang Menglong summoned all the teachers of Super God Academy to his side.

"Dean, do you have any instructions?" the scientists asked timidly.

"These materials," Zhang Menglong slapped a stack of documents on the table, "ten projects each, according to our current technological level on Earth. Within one day, provide all the theoretical analyses and precise plans for each project, including any accurate supporting data."

The teachers immediately showed a distressed look. In their own worlds, they had conducted scientific research carefree. Coming to Super God Academy, although they had lost their freedom, they had gained eternal life and unlimited depth in their research. They thought their daily tasks would just be teaching.

But they hadn't expected to also face the exploitation of Zhang Menglong, the capitalist.

"Cough cough, Dean, all of us only have deep studies in our specific domains. Some of these tasks are beyond our expertise. One day might be quite difficult..."

"You could fool someone else with that, but me?" Zhang Menglong pointed at a moving huge building in the distance and said, "Over there gathers the most advanced technological knowledge from various universes. These projects are the most basic and foundational within those frameworks of knowledge. Your brains are developed enough that you could comprehend them thoroughly in minutes. Are you trying to be sloppy with me?"

Zhang Menglong said fiercely, "Or do you not want to work?"

Zhang Menglong shouted, "Supervisor Cao!"

"At your service!" Cao Zhengchun, dressed in a splendid robe, appeared beside Zhang Menglong. "Dean, what are your commands?"

"I'm giving you another authority. From now on, teachers who do not submit to the management should also be handled by the Eastern Depot. You cannot randomly hit, scold, or insult students, but you can do so with the teachers!"

"Yes!" Cao Zhengchun immediately revealed a sinister expression. After all, the teachers at Super God Academy wouldn't die; even if a limb were severed, it could grow back, so he had no psychological burden undertaking these tasks.

"This bunch of old guys just defied my order, hand them over to you for processing. Make an example of one, castrate Newton first."

"As you command!"

Upon hearing this command, Newton immediately pissed himself. Although they couldn't die at Super God Academy, they still felt pain. They were not those high-force value chart teachers, so what resistance could they offer against Cao Zhengchun?

"Dean, we were just joking earlier," Newton said with a bootlicking smile. "Such a task, why would you need a day? Half a day is enough!"

"Yes, Dean, aren't we here just to serve you? This work is no different from adding one plus one, not to mention providing theoretical analysis. Even writing several papers straight up wouldn't be a problem!"

"Rest assured, Dean, we'll leave the materials here. Come and pick them up this time tomorrow. If we can't deliver, do with us as you will!"

"Humph, that's more like it!" Zhang Menglong left the Super God Academy with a swaggering laugh.

The teachers breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, this damned capitalist!"