I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Does anyone still have doubts?"

Zhang Menglong's voice echoed throughout the entire altar.

The dozens of scholars and media people present looked at each other. If the statue itself is a spitting image of you, plus there's an ancestral ring, what else could they doubt?

"No way, you're not doubting anymore?" said Zhang Menglong, "You should have a heart that seeks the truth, shouldn't you? Isn't that what scientific research is all about? You guys are making it too easy for me; I feel so unchallenged!"

"fuck!"

"Shit!"

"Dammit!"

"For real!"

"mmp, he's pulling it off again!"

Not only the foreign scholars, but even the Huaxia reporters and scholars found it difficult to listen any further. Can't you stop acting high and mighty? Is there any need to speak with such sarcasm? Your profession must be an onmyoji, right?

"If you still don't believe me, we can check the DNA!" said Zhang Menglong, "I don't know why, but there might be something really strong in our family's genes since we can only have one child per generation. If there were multiple pregnancies, the others would definitely end up as stillbirths. My ancestor happened to have twins, and the one that died was made into a mummy and buried in a tomb in this palace!"

Zhang Menglong continued to speak, "Compared with ancient Egypt's mummification techniques, our technology was so much more awesome. Even after five or six thousand years, there would be no rot. With today's technology, we should be able to extract DNA to perform a bloodline test, if you need it, I could go dig up my family's ancestral tomb!"

"Damn, this guy is ruthless!"

Director Zhu and the other Huaxia scholars twitched at the corners of their mouths. Usually, people would dig up a tomb only if they had deep hatred.

And here you are, ready to excavate your own family's tomb to prove your innocence—what kind of grudge is this? It was their first time seeing someone willing to dig up their own family's ancestral tomb. Aren't you afraid that the ancestor would jump out of the grave to give you a thrashing?

"No... no need, I think everyone no longer has any doubts," said Director Zhu hastily. If Zhang Menglong kept going, he feared Zhang Menglong would actually summon his ancestors to prove his innocence. If it really came to that, this would be a huge deal!

"We... have no more questions."

"These evidences have already proven that Mr. Zhang is indeed a descendant of the city's builder."

"The civilization of Huaxia is indeed profound and long-standing, we truly admire it from the bottom of our hearts!"

"Stop it!" Zhang Menglong said, "Isn't this the time when you should suspect that I transported the statue in from outside?"

"Also, the people of Qingqiu Country could suspect that I underwent plastic surgery to resemble the statue!"

Zhang Menglong then raised his hand to show off his ring, "And this ring, it could just be merchandise!"

Facing Zhang Menglong's provocation and ridicule, they truly had no power to refute.

Was the statue brought in? The thing is over 50 meters tall, as big as Ultraman. Transporting such a huge object, no matter the method, would be a massive project—how could it go unnoticed? Are they all suffering from cataracts?

As for plastic surgery, just find any doctor to check and it would become clear.

This was clearly Zhang Menglong's way of irritating them.

Indeed, it was they who ridiculed Zhang Menglong to the utmost at the beginning. Now getting slapped in the face by him could be considered retribution.

As for continuing to doubt Zhang Menglong, they really didn't have the courage anymore because, even if they wouldn't admit it verbally, they had already acknowledged the truth in their hearts.

If he is not the descendant of the city builder, how could he know the layout so intimately, and how could there be a statue that looks exactly like him?

"I thought I heard someone say earlier that if I could prove that my ancestor built this city, they would admit to being a descendant of my family's slaves. Now who was that person?" Zhang Menglong continued to speak with mocking sarcasm.

"Just go ahead and broadcast my ID card, why don't you!" Montesquieu cursed Zhang Menglong hundreds of times in his heart, bitterly invoking Zhang Menglong's ancestors.

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But by then, many cameras were already pointed at his face, and he had no choice but to force a smile. He had dug his own grave, and he had to fill it even if it meant getting on his knees!

"Master... Master!" Mendongues called out reluctantly.

"The wind is too loud, speak up, I can't hear you!"

"This bastard!" Mendongues gritted his teeth as he looked at Zhang Menglong, "Master!"

"Ah!" Zhang Menglong unapologetically accepted the title.

Mendongues's face turned red with embarrassment; after today, not only would he lose face, but he also anticipated being cursed ferociously when he returned to his own country.

From then on, their country would be forever branded with the "descendants of slaves" label.

Are you out of your mind? A perfectly decent person, yet you insist on provoking Zhang Menglong and even making this kind of bet? You're practically rubbing your own and your country's dignity into the ground!

"Alright, alright, the Great Qing has long since perished, and there's no such thing as a slave system anymore," Zhang Menglong laughed, "From now on, just show some respect when you see Huaxia people, or else I'm afraid your ancestors will come back in dreams to scold you!"

Mendongues forced a smile, but he was well aware that no matter how he faced Zhang Menglong today, from now on, the moment the people of his country saw a Huaxia person, they would inevitably feel an indescribable sense of inferiority that stemmed from their bloodline.

Even if they were prospering now, no one would forget that thousands of years ago, their great ancestors were nothing more than slaves to a Huaxia person, and low-level ones at that.

Well, there you have it, suppression through the bloodline!

"Mr. Zhang, it's getting late, we should start the opening ceremony and the press conference," Director Zhu urged from the side.

Having visited so many places and conducted numerous scientific tests in between, it was now time for the scheduled event.

"Sure, let's go over there!"

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Exiting the underground ruins, everyone arrived at the temporary camp set up in the desert. By this time, the camp had already gathered thousands of archaeologists, ancient civilization researchers, geologists, media personnel, and more from various countries.

Director Zhu took the stage and delivered a splendid speech, then formally announced the opening of the ruins to the world, willing to research the civilization that had been passed down for over 5000 years along with the rest of the world.

The grandeur of a great nation was immediately met with cheers and applause. That was the magnanimity only a powerful country possessed!

"I believe everyone knows that the world's richest man Mr. Zhang is a descendant of the builder of this city," Director Zhu said, "Today, we have also arranged an interview with Mr. Zhang for the journalists and reserved half an hour for their questions."

"Now, let's turn the stage over to Mr. Zhang Menglong!"

Accompanied by applause, Zhang Menglong walked onto the stage and casually took a seat on the sofa.

The host was still Sa Xining, who couldn't help but show a helpless smile the moment he saw Zhang Menglong, remembering the fear of being dominated by Zhang's top-level Versailles rhetoric just a few months ago.

"Mr. Zhang, we meet again!" Sa Xining said.

"Yes, and I think we are going to see each other even more in the future."

"Mr. Zhang, I've always had a personal question I've wanted to ask you."

"Please, go ahead!"

"Considering your family has been passed down for so long and could have been rich enough to rival countries, didn't any of your ancestors ever think about becoming Emperor and uniting the whole world?" Sa Xining asked.

This question was very interesting, and many people perked up their ears.

"What's the point of being an Emperor?" Zhang Menglong shrugged, "As an Emperor, you have to worry every day about whether your people have enough to eat or clothes to wear, occasionally suppress rebellions; can being an Emperor be as interesting as being a high-quality man among humans?"

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