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What kind of behemoth is Huiteng Group? A Fortune Global 500 company, with a market value of over 300 billion US dollars, while by comparison, Wang Ling\'s family\'s Wanda Group was only worth 300 billion, but their currency was Huaxia yuan.

That\'s a gap of nearly 7 times!Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

And heaven knows if Zhang Menglong has any other industries besides Unicorn Group and Huiteng Group, Wang Ling was even too afraid to ask.

"Hey, don\'t keep comparing like that, I\'m not interested in money, well, except for spending it!"

"Shut your mouth, will you!" The more Wang Ling spoke with Zhang Menglong, the more irritated he became, "Just come on in, someone will park your car for you. Just give the keys to the butler."

"Thanks." Zhang Menglong handed the car keys to the butler, then walked into the luxury villa with Wang Ling.

The first floor of this villa alone was a whopping 500 square meters, featuring an immensely spacious living room, a small private cinema, a sweat room, a spy room—everything one could wish for was there.

"You sure know how to enjoy life!" Everywhere Zhang Menglong looked, there were items from internationally renowned brands, he estimated that the cost of decorating and furnishing this villa might even exceed the value of the villa itself.

"They\'re just some of my old man\'s hobbies," Wang Ling said with a laugh, "This is where he planned to retire, but now it\'s mine."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it must be nice to be a rich second-generation," Zhang Menglong remarked.

"What right do you have to talk about me?" Wang Ling gave Zhang Menglong a disdainful look, "I just snagged a villa under my dad\'s name, whereas you have several hundred-billion-dollar corporations. You\'re even richer than my old man!"

"I don\'t want to either, but there\'s no helping it, that\'s fate!" Zhang Menglong said helplessly, "I simply wanted to be a regular person with a job, but you can blame NetEase for this, it\'s all because one of their related parties took my position, otherwise I wouldn\'t have been forced to take over the family fortune."

"Can you say that with a clear conscience? What do you mean \'forced\'? Will your dad need a foster son anytime soon? I too would like to be \'forced\' into inheriting his assets."

"Alright, enough of that. Aren\'t you going to give me a tour? Didn\'t you say you had many things here that would blow my mind?" Zhang Menglong stopped the banter.

"Hehe, these things, even if you were to have all the money, you still might not be able to get them!" Wang Ling suddenly puffed out his chest, "Take a look at this painting on the wall."

Zhang Menglong\'s gaze shifted to the huge painting in the center of the living room, which was close to five meters in length and more than 30 centimeters wide, comparable even with Master Zhang Zeduan\'s "Along the River During the Qingming Festival."

"This is pretty interesting," Zhang Menglong said, scrutinizing the painting, "Northern Song style of painting, the style is indeed somewhat close to that of Master Zhang Zeduan, using a scattered perspective technique. This seems to depict the scenery near the Qin Great Wall."

"Wow, you seem to know quite a lot."

"Learned a bit in art class in second grade," Zhang Menglong responded offhandedly.

"God, second grade... you\'ve been watching too many videos on your little broken site, huh?" Wang Ling retorted sarcastically.

"But you do have a point. The style of Master Zhang Zeduan was actually a continuation from this painting. On the back, there are comments and a signature from the master himself. He called this painting his \'teacher\', which shows the high artistic value of this work."

"This thing wasn\'t cheap, was it?"

"Cheap doesn\'t even begin to cover it. It wouldn\'t be an exaggeration to call it a national treasure. And that master only had this one work in his life, there isn\'t a second piece in existence anywhere in the world. My father bought it for 1.2 billion at an antique auction in 2013 after over 50 bids!"

"Awesome! I wonder which master\'s heirloom creation it is. Can I take a look?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"You can look, but be careful. Although the painting has undergone surface treatment, you should still wear gloves." Wang Ling meticulously pulled out a pair of gloves and handed them to him before taking the scroll down from the wall.

"This painting belongs in the heavens; Wu Jian thinks of it as a master\'s guide." These were the words left by Master Zhang Zeduan on the back of the painting.

"This master must be about seventy or eighty years older than Zhang. It\'s a work from the year 1003, named Zhang Xizhi."

"Love wild?" Zhang Menglong instinctively added two words.

"Hehehe!" Wang Ling and Zhang Menglong exchanged glances and began to laugh sleazily, "Looks like Brother Zhang is a man of similar tastes. I also admire Teacher Xizhi\'s works."

"Great minds think alike. Next time, let\'s exchange views. I\'ve got a few gigs of that stuff, you know what I mean." Wang Ling was particularly excited when it came to such matters; a man\'s joy is often found in the simplest things.

"Cough cough cough! Let\'s talk serious!" said Wang Ling, "It\'s said that this painting was just a hobby for Master Zhang Xizhi. He was also the richest man of the time, so wealthy that even the Emperor of the Northern Song would often borrow money from him."

"Wait a minute, Zhang Xizhi, why does that name sound so familiar?" Zhang Menglong took out his phone and opened a file, a family tree given to him by Hong Yi not long ago.

"What\'s this?" Wang Ling curiously leaned over.

"Genealogy!" Zhang Menglong\'s ancestral line stretched back over two hundred generations, and he was the 250th, "Found it, my 192nd ancestor, named Zhang Xizhi!"

"You..." Wang Ling\'s expression suddenly froze, and he looked at Zhang Menglong as if he were a monster, "This Master Zhang Xizhi is your ancestor? It can\'t be a coincidence of names, can it?"

"If he was the wealthiest, then there\'s no mistake," Zhang Menglong said earnestly, "My dad told me that our family has been wealthy for thousands of years, of course, we\'ve been low-key, so almost no one knows."

"I bought a watch last year!" At this moment, Wang Ling felt like tearing up the priceless painting right there and then.

He had been boasting in front of Zhang Menglong for so long, hoping to elicit at least a hint of envy from him, or at the very least, to bask in the glow of his astonished gaze.

But to his complete surprise, the painting also turned out to be a work by his ancestor.

"Wait, if your family has been the wealthiest for thousands of years, how much money do you guys have now?" Wang Ling was full of curiosity – it was just too incredible. Logically, if such a family existed, they would have been legendary in history, but there was no Zhang Family mentioned anywhere. Perhaps Zhang Menglong was just boasting?

"I really don\'t know about that," Zhang Menglong opened his phone, "but when I inherited the family wealth, my dad gave me a year\'s living expenses."

"A year\'s living expenses? With the way you act, it must be at least in the hundreds of billions, right?" Wang Ling hadn\'t forgotten about Zhang Menglong\'s tens of billions spent on a fleet of sports cars.

"Here, count for yourself!" Zhang Menglong showed Wang Ling the balance on his bank card.

"One, ten, hundred, thousand, million... over nine hundred billion?" Wang Ling\'s mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg. His earlier joke about hundreds of billions was just that, a joke. Perhaps Zhang Menglong had just recently inherited his family fortune and was behaving like a nouveau riche, possibly having spent the majority of this so-called year\'s living allowance on cars.

"Look at the currency unit."

"US Dollar?!" Wang Ling\'s eyes bulged like bells, nearly a trillion US dollars in assets, and in cash, and this was only Zhang Menglong\'s yearly allowance?

"This..." Wang Ling\'s voice even trembled, "Friend, I can\'t continue this relationship..."