I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"This is the blueprint of my ancestor's house. If you need the dimensioned drawing, I can provide that too..."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Zhang, a blueprint is fine, there's no need for a dimensioned drawing," Sa Xining finally found an opportunity to cut Zhang Menglong off. The interview was originally planned for one hour, but Zhang Menglong went on for one and a half. If he were in real estate sales, what house wouldn't sell?

He truly believed that Zhang Menglong had the potential to become a top real estate sales champion. It was a real waste of talent that he didn't get promoted to manager during his industrious and thrifty summer job.

"If you're interested, you can follow my Weibo," Zhang Menglong said, "I also regularly post some fan benefits, such as houses, sports cars, villas, and the like."

"Hahaha, that concludes our interview segment," Sa Xining couldn't wait to get off the stage—and then follow Zhang Menglong's Weibo. Who would expect such a good deal?

"Now, I'll turn our stage over to Mr. Zhang and the present media journalists," Sa Xining said, "Friends from the press, feel free to start asking your questions."

All the journalists had been waiting for a long time, and they had many questions they wanted to ask, some serious and others just looking to cause trouble.

"This gentleman!" Zhang Menglong randomly pointed to one of the most excited foreign journalists.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang," the journalist straightened up his appearance, "Mr. Zhang, from your introduction we learned that the city your ancestors built had remarkable achievements in agriculture, animal husbandry, construction, and even science. Did they really accomplish all that on their own?"

"What do you mean by your question? Could it be done by anyone else?" Zhang Menglong retorted.

"That's not what I mean. After all, humans from over five thousand years ago, both intellectually and physically, couldn't possibly reach the standard of modern humans. I suspect it could be something like aliens..."

"People also say the pyramids were made by aliens. Is it that hard to acknowledge someone's excellence?" Zhang Menglong firmly believed in the existence of aliens; he was convinced that humans were not alone in this universe. But if you're going to explain everything unexplainable with aliens, then please just get lost!

"Next!" Zhang Menglong didn't give the journalist another look, "Everyone only has one chance to ask, so please ask some intelligent questions. Otherwise, it makes me look dumb and you look dumb too!"

"This gentleman!" Zhang Menglong pointed to another person.

"Mr. Zhang, my next question might be a bit sharp, hope you're prepared!" the journalist said with a grin that did not reach his eyes.

"Go ahead and ask, I knew I'd face all sorts of questions today, so I'm prepared to answer them." Zhang Menglong said relaxedly.

"As we know, among all the races of mankind, the people with the best physical condition are black, and the smartest are us white people. Asians are not very outstanding in any aspect, so I do not agree with your claim that all the world's civilizations spread from Huaxia!"

"Damn! What is this crap? The Great Qing is no more, and now there's still someone spouting this kind of discourse?"

"Damn it! Get out!"

"Wearing your goddamn colored glasses? White people are great?"

"Hmm?" Zhang Menglong felt the journalist had more to say, and signaled him to finish.

"Mr. Zhang, I am a supporter of racial equality, and my previous statements may not have been quite correct, but I was indeed stating a fact," the journalist hurriedly explained, not daring to leave behind any hint of racial discrimination, "What I just said is all backed by evidence."

"In terms of physicality, let's take the Olympic Games as an example. In track and field events, it's predominantly black athletes who have the advantage. The current world record holder for sprinting, Mr. Bolt, is a black man, and he has almost turned the event into a one-man show. You can't deny that, can you?"

"Mr. Bolt is indeed a legend, and the athletic Gift of African descent athletes is also remarkable." Zhang Menglong did not doubt this fact.

"As for intelligence, let's use data from ten years ago. White Nobel Prize winners numbered 896, while Asians and blacks only had 24 and 22 respectively. Mr. Zhang, you can't dispute that, can you?"

"Indeed."

"Then I think my question is entirely reasonable. If your ancestors' tribe, being Asians, were inferior to other races in both athletic and intellectual talent, on what basis could they be the seed of world civilization? Therefore, I believe this statement is utterly incorrect. Perhaps our other civilizations intersected with it, but at most, we were merely influenced."

"I understand," Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "but I can also give you some examples."

""African athletes indeed possess strong talents in track and field, but that doesn't imply that Huaxia can't produce outstanding athletes. Mr. Su from our Huaxia became the first person to break the ten-second barrier in the 100 meters, and his records are continuously refreshing the Asian ones!"

"As for intelligence, I find your example downright laughable," Zhang Menglong continued, "If it weren't for our Huaxia's invention of the compass, you probably wouldn't have been able to sail the seas to get to Huaxia!"

"If it weren't for our creation of gunpowder, the era of firearms in the world would have been delayed by several centuries!"

"If it weren't for our invention of paper-making, you would probably still be using stones to wipe your ass right now!"

"The wisdom of Huaxia people is far greater than you can imagine!"

"Well said!"

"In terms of intelligence, in terms of invention, Huaxia people are the ones you will always need to look up to!"

"You're so inspiring!"

But then the reporter laughed again, "However, Mr. Zhang, when it comes to honors received, it's an undeniable fact!"

"Discussing results without considering the preconditions is hooligan behaviour," Zhang Menglong said, "Previously we Huaxia were constantly caught in the whirlpool of old history, we were still driving out foreign invaders when many of your countries had already begun the Industrial Revolution. You had stable societies for research, while we were still figuring out how to survive."

"If you think that under such preconditions you can claim your white people are smarter, then there's not much I can do about it," Zhang Menglong rolled his eyes.

"But I hope you realize that Huaxia has only developed for 70 years since peace till now, and yet, our country's many technologies are already at the peak of the world. To reach this stage, you took one hundred or even two hundred years. I want to ask, who is the one with the lower IQ?"

"The so-called problems that have troubled you for 200 years, I solved them casually while studying for my postgraduate research. Those high and mighty Nobel Prizes in your eyes are worthless to me; I could snag one every fortnight if I please. Huaxia people are inferior to others?"

"I give that Versailles [sarcastic brag] a perfect score!"

"Well spoken, I really want to lick my husband's mouth!"

"Calm down, beauty, I want to lick it too!"

"They just can't stand to see us do well, they just don't want to acknowledge our cultural output!"

"They're just jealous! They're probably a bunch of sour pickled fish, right?"

"@Sour Pickled Fish pay for your advertisement!"

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Zhang Menglong's rebuttal rendered the reporter speechless, his lips twitching for a long time, "Mr. Zhang, the situations you mentioned are not the general rule, but merely exceptions!"

"Then my ancestors are the exception, my ancestors were just that awesome, do you have a problem with that?"