I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Huzzah!" Director Zhu looked at Montgust, whose face had already twisted somewhat, and couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

These people, relying on their extensive experience and superior knowledge, had always treated them with a condescending attitude. It was as if it were Huaxia's honor that they had deigned to participate in the excavation of this ancient civilization.

They spoke as if, without their help, no one would be capable of conducting the survey and research work on the relics.

Frankly, Director Zhu hadn't held much hope initially; he wasn't entirely sure whether Zhang Menglong's ancestors were indeed the builders of the relic. A family with a history extending over more than 5000 years sounded like something straight out of a movie or novel.

Furthermore, the relic had been hidden from the sun for thousands of years. Even if it was indeed created by his ancestors, Zhang Menglong might know nothing about its internal structure or the construction of the city.

For instance, take the Forbidden City today. There are many descendants of imperial nobles, including those of Emperor Chengzu, who built the Forbidden City.

But if you were to ask those descendants who have never visited the Forbidden City what it looks like inside, or the function of different areas, eight or nine out of ten would have no clue.

But he really hadn't expected that Zhang Menglong's understanding of the city would reach such a degree. The ever-confident Montgust couldn't find a single fault, and even the Skoda civilization he took pride in turned out to be constructed by slaves from Zhang Menglong's family.

What's truly laughable is that these weren't just any slaves; they were low-level slaves without the right to use the Zhang Family's clan emblem, even lower in status than the civilization unearthed in Qingqiu Country!

The situation seemed like a mad dog barking and snarling at a person, who turns out to be the dog's master—it was downright ridiculous.

Of course, Director Zhu didn't know whether what Zhang Menglong had said was true or false. But to mock Montgust, who was brimming with a sense of superiority, was quite satisfying.

"Zhang Menglong, you must apologize to our civilization!" Montgust demanded, his face red with anger.

As the President of the World Ancient Civilizations Research Association, he was superior in personal capacity, education, and birth. If it became known that their nation was a civilization built by slaves, he would undoubtedly become the butt of jokes within the association.

And in his eyes, their civilization was grand; he could not accept this reality.

"What I've stated is merely a fact, Mr. Montgust. Why are you so agitated? Even if they were slaves, that was in the past. Nowadays, everyone is equal!"

"Zhang Menglong, this is a matter of our national dignity," Montgust said sternly. "Simply based on the similarity in architectural style, you slander our great civilization. Don't you think this is too much? What proof do you have that our ancestors were slaves from this city?"

"Are you sure you want me to prove it?" Zhang Menglong asked with an exaggerated expression. "As long as I am not embarrassed, it will be you who ends up feeling uncomfortable."

"If you can demonstrate that this city was indeed built by your family and prove that our ancestors truly were slaves of this city, I will admit that our ancestors were slaves of your ancestors!" Montgust replied, his face reddening a bit more, seemingly carried away.

"But if you can't prove it, you must admit before the entire world's media that you are a liar and apologize to our great civilization!"

"Alright," Zhang Menglong smiled, "but if I can prove it, will you call me 'Master'?"

"Agreed!"

"Great!" Zhang Menglong smiled and said, "Then I will trouble everyone to follow me, and to the members of the press, please bear witness. I fear he may deny it later."

The media reporters were incredibly excited. A bet this thrilling, if they could secure firsthand information, could definitely cause a sensational effect!

"Humph, if you can truly prove it, I, Montgust, can afford to lose!"

"Now, please join me in visiting the castle of my ancestors!"

Zhang Menglong led the way towards the massive pyramid-shaped fortress at the center.

Everyone followed with eyes full of wonder and longing, regardless of which nation this civilization belonged to. Such a glorious history deserves the respect of every person!

"This castle has a total height of 66.66 meters, with 8 levels, from bottom to top, respectively the industrial, entertainment, storage, and residential areas and so on, all of which embody the civilization and wisdom of our Zhang Family!"

"What is this place?" a scholar asked, staring at a room almost as huge as a soccer field.

There were many large tools placed inside the room, yet no one could discern what exactly these oddly shaped objects were.

"Weapon... metal... forging..." Mundenges read the inscriptions on the stone slabs outside the room and quickly deciphered some of the words, "Seems like this is a place for forging weapons?"

"Correct," Zhang Menglong nodded, "It seems Mr. Mundenges truly has a deep understanding of the civilization established by my ancestors!"

Mundenges was actually quite astonished; the text he had extracted from the Skoda civilization, although slightly different from this city, was almost 70% similar!

Historically, no matter how you looked at it, their Skoda civilization was intricately connected with this city, and perhaps indeed had splintered off from it.

Suddenly, he began to feel slightly disheartened.

"Can we go in for a visit?"

"Mr. Zhang, may we take photographs?"

"Of course," Zhang Menglong nodded. To him, these items were practically worthless, and even if taking photos caused damage to the structure, he wouldn't mind at all. Although these items were left by his ancestors, he had inherited so many that one or two less would hardly make a difference.

"Mr. Zhang, this..." Director Zhu was anxious. Do you really consider this your personal property? Now that this has been unearthed by the state, it belongs to the nation. When did it become your call to make? Whose responsibility would it be if something gets damaged?

"Sigh, never mind, never mind," Zhang Menglong chuckled, "everyone, let's not take photos after all. This now belongs to our Huaxia, and it wouldn't be right for me to intervene, especially since I haven't proven it to be my family's property! Just looking around is enough!"

"Is there a light source? It's so dark!"

"Idiot! A city from over 5000 years ago and you're asking this kind of question? Have you had a brain haemorrhage?"

"Hahaha, living so long in modern cities, I've forgotten we are in an ancient city."

"Make way, I'll turn on the light!" At that moment, Zhang Menglong walked to the side of the room and pressed on a protruding stone.

There was a sound of rocks moving, and to everyone's astonishment, light sources appeared at the top of the room and grew brighter and brighter until the whole room was illuminated.

"How is this possible? A city from 5000 years ago, and they have lights?"

"Amazing!"

"My god!"

"Nani?"

"Xiba!"

"Ula!"

All the scholars let out exclamations. When did Edison invent the light bulb? That was in the 19th century, and you're telling me there were lights over 5000 years ago?

At this point, they were either suspecting that Zhang Menglong's family were aliens, or that his ancestors had time traveled from the modern era.

Zhang Menglong dusted the ashes from his hands, "It's just a rare stone that activates the luminescent substance on it upon contact with oxygen in the air!"

"You're kidding, right? Don't tell me just that has scared you?"