I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Everyone knew someone would come to the press conference today with the intention of causing trouble, but no one expected them to show up so quickly.

"Damn! Who the hell is this guy? Guys, let's send him to Africa to mine coal!"

"This guy is blatantly here to mess things up. With my temper, don't anyone try to stop me!"

"What's the matter? Can't stand to see us Huaxians being awesome, huh? Picking faults? Sing me a war song!"

The audience from Huaxia couldn't contain their all energies even before Sebek from the European Royal Institute of Physics could start voicing his doubts.

Sebek, 54 years old this year, had been researching the field of dark matter for nearly 30 years. Before Zhang Menglong, most of the frontline information about dark matter came from his and another lab led by Professor Gins.

Just last year, their research had made a tremendous breakthrough, and Sebek was confident he could successfully prove the existence of dark matter and decode its composition within three years.

Three years wasn't too long, because other than Professor Gins, no other organization in the world could come close to their research. Recently, Professor Gins hadn't made significant breakthroughs and catching up with him in three years was nearly impossible.

At that time, Sebek was full of confidence that he definitely had a chance to win the Nobel Prize in Physics before he turned 60!

But who knew that halfway through, Jiangnan University of Science and Technology would solve this fundamental physics problem straight away.

Even if he wrote a superior paper three years later, the second place would never be remembered, nor could he use the achievement of proving the existence of dark matter to compete for the Nobel Prize in Physics anymore.

At that moment, his world collapsed, and he couldn't sleep for several days. It felt like you had saved money for a long time, arranged a matchmaker, bought a wedding house, prepared a bride price, and were about to propose to your future father-in-law when your girlfriend was snatched away by someone else, even having been roundly claimed by another.

Who could endure that?

When he learned that Han Jinyu's team had always been working on high polymer materials and had never touched anything related to dark matter before, he instantly had suspicions.

They solved in one week what others couldn't achieve in 100 years?

He admitted there were geniuses in the world, but even a genius couldn't accomplish this in just a few days; there must be some trickery involved. He had to expose their academic fraud in front of global media and scholars today!

"Mr. Sebek, feel free to ask any questions." Zhang Menglong was well-prepared for someone to cause trouble, but all his knowledge was genuinely acquired. He neither bribed nor robbed; what did he have to worry about?"

"What I'm going to say next might sound a bit harsh, and I'm not sure if it should be said."

"If you're not sure if it should be said, then don't say it!"

"Hahaha!" The room suddenly burst into laughter, as Zhang Menglong skillfully counterattacked.

Exactly, if you're not sure it should be said, why say anything at all?

Unsure if it's appropriate to say? Then don't say it!

Don't blame me for speaking bluntly. Then you just don't say anything!

No doubt about that!

Sebek, who was already not very fluent in Huaxian, was completely dumbfounded by the counterattack. Young people show no respect, not talking sensibly at all!

He could only continue in English, "I just heard Mr. Zhang say, your research team wrote the paper within a week of the project's establishment?"

"What's that bird language? Speak Huaxian, I don't understand!" Zhang Menglong couldn't bother replying to him, especially since the other party was clearly there to cause trouble; could you really expect him to be polite to someone trying to ruin his day?

"Hahaha, I remember the last time Mr. Zhang solved that math problem, he fluently responded to journalists from several countries in their languages, even going so far as to curse them out. And now he tells me he doesn't understand English?"

"I just want to say four words, utterly (gan) lacking (de) integrity (piao) (liang)!"

"No problem, why speak a foreign language in Huaxia?"

Fortunately, this time, one of the students who had studied in Huaxia came with Sebek. Although not as fluent as a native speaker, basic communication was still not an issue. The teacher and the student talked and translated alternately, creating an atmosphere akin to international negotiations.

"Mr. Zhang solved a problem that had perplexed humans for 100 years in just one week. I want to ask, can everyone accept this result?" the student translated for Sebek, "Moreover, Mr. Zhang and Professor Han had never dealt with any subject on dark matter before."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"We suspect that Mr. Zhang stole someone else's scientific research results!" Sebek stated bluntly.

"Wow!" The scene erupted in an uproar.

It was not that no one had suspected this, and if Zhang Menglong and his team had researched for seven years, perhaps it could have been more convincing. But seven days? That was almost an insult to their intelligence.

But no one would raise such a doubt in such a setting, as it blatantly meant slapping someone in the face in front of the whole world.

"Mr. Sebek, you can eat shit randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. Millions, even billions, of people worldwide are watching this live broadcast right now. Afterwards, I will instruct my lawyer to sue your country," Zhang Menglong retorted.

"Zhang Menglong, I know you are very rich. Now I suspect you bought someone else's research results with a large sum of money. You can sue me, but ask everyone if they believe you. This is simply an insult to the intelligence of all scholars!"

"An insult to your intelligence?" Zhang Menglong sneered. "Let's do the math now, Mr. Sebek. How long have you studied the subject of dark matter?"

"28 years!" Sebek said without hesitation, proud of the figure.

"So, according to Professor Sebek's estimate, when will you be able to solve this subject?"

"At most three years!"

"Okay, add three more years, that makes 31 years. Let's count a year as 365 days," Zhang Menglong continued, "I only spent seven days studying dark matter. So 31 times 365 divided by 7 equals 1616 times, rounding 1616 gives us 2000... My intelligence is 2000 times higher than yours!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhang is simply a math genius. Did he learn his math from the PE teacher?"

"Somebody help me, Hua Luogeng is rolling in his grave!"

"Keep going, Mr. Zhang, we'll hold down the coffin lid for you!"

"Brilliant! Mr. Zhang is truly a veteran keyboard warrior!"

"He analyzed it so logically, I actually can't refute it."

...

"See, since our intelligence differs by 2000 times, I think a little insult to your intelligence shouldn't be too much, right?"

"Oh, I also solved a mathematical problem that had troubled humans for over 200 years in just a small fraction of the time of an exam. By that calculation, my intelligence could be a few million," Zhang Menglong shrugged.

"To you, this issue about dark matter may seem tough, but to me, it's hardly more complicated than one plus one equals two. If it weren't for needing to write a paper to prove it, I could even prove it in less time. Why do you use your idiotic perspective to question my genius capabilities?"

"Instant kill, explosive output!"

"If I were Sebek, I would be crying out loud by now."

"A world-class professor just got called an idiot by Mr. Zhang, and he can't even refute it. Doesn't that just burn?"

"Damn, he nailed it again!"