I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Wow!" After hearing what the employee relayed, the audience's expression turned into one of shock once more.

Initially, they thought Zhang Menglong might resolve the issue by throwing money at it again, such as buying the company behind the organizer.

But unexpectedly, this time Zhang Menglong had simply used such a blunt method, employing connections that shouldn't be brought to light.

To have a non-privatized organization outright dismiss an international-level exhibition, the energy required was not something that could be explained in a few words. Zhang Menglong's wealth was not only astonishing but evidently, his reach touched the heavens.

"He's even more formidable than Wang Ling!"

"Yes, Wang Ling is just rich, but he's richer than Wang Ling and even has a stronger backing. What kind of background does he have?"

"Who cares about his background, as long as it feels good!"

"Hahaha, right, just now those old Russians still acted like they were the best, look at him now, his face is wearing a Mask of Pain!"

"So satisfying, truly satisfying indeed!"

"Get out, pack up your stuff and scram!"

"Gusu doesn't welcome you, Huaxia doesn't welcome you either!"

"It's just a lousy art exhibition, who cares if we don't see it!"

"Exactly, acting like your art is the only great one!"

"Hey, did you hear that? Pack up your things quickly and get lost, and take your so-called exquisite artworks with you!" Zhang Menglong said coldly, "Just make sure I don't hear you insulting the Huaxia people or Huaxia culture again. I can have you thrown out of this international convention center, and I can do even more outrageous things!"

"Mr. Zhang, let's talk this over again, there has been a misunderstanding!" Bruce was already anxious.

Although the several thousand paintings had all been sold, exceeding their boss's expectations, the significance of this touring exhibition wasn't merely about the paintings. The brand effect and the cultural impact were absolutely more important than the money.

If they were cut off here, how would they explain to their boss? Huaxia was a huge market; this much was evident from the sales volume of the paintings, and Huaxia was also their key area!

"If you want to leave, then leave!" Now that faces had been torn, Clark no longer needed to act subservient, "You in Huaxia don't understand what art is, nor do you appreciate art. If you don't let us exhibit here, there are plenty of countries begging us to hold exhibitions!"

"Idiot!" Zhang Menglong wasn't sure whether to laugh at his naïveté or his ignorance, "It seems you still haven't figured it out. Do you think you're only unable to hold it down in Huaxia?"

"Mr. Zhang, what do you mean?" Blair was starting to get scared.

"You might want to ask him," Zhang Menglong pointed at the employee who had just delivered the message.

"Do you have anything else you haven't said?" Blair pressed.

"Manager, it's not just the Gusu International Convention and Exhibition Center in Huaxia; all the partners on our original itinerary have also canceled their cooperation with us, and the penalty fees have already been returned to our account!"

"What!" Because this tour was highly anticipated, those cities were eager to host this art exhibition on their turf, so they hadn't charged any fees.

Of course, accordingly, the penalty fees weren't high, because they had never imagined these partners would back out!

And this small sum from the penalty fees was only a drop in the bucket compared to their losses!

Anyone could tell that the instigator behind all this was Zhang Menglong! He had just said he'd make it impossible for their exhibition to proceed anywhere!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Just as Bruce was about to struggle further, his phone rang.

"B... Boss?" When Bruce saw the number, his breathing suddenly quieted significantly.

"I've just received a message that all our partners have canceled their cooperation with us. What exactly happened? What did you do in Huaxia?" the voice on the other end bombarded him with questions.

"Boss, Clark the idiot caused trouble!" Now that the headquarters were holding him accountable, Bruce's first thought was to clear his own name. Clearly, such a big issue couldn't possibly go unnoticed by the higher-ups!

"So it was indeed trouble on your end, what exactly happened?"

"Boss, here's what happened..." Bruce recounted the event exactly as it had happened.

"Does that bastard have shit for brains?"

The roar was so loud that everyone in the venue heard it clearly.

"President, what should we do now?"

"Give the phone to that young man, open the international video call, I will talk to him personally!" Mossang was beyond furious.

"Mr. Zhang... our boss would like to have a word with you, if you..."

"Sure, let's talk. I want to see what he has to say!" Zhang Menglong crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking as if he were watching a show.

The video showed a man in his fifties, slightly overweight, with thin, graying hair, but it seemed well-maintained and not bald.

The moment Mossang laid eyes on Zhang Menglong, his expression froze.

In his mind, he recalled the face of a young man from Huaxia who had deeply shocked him over twenty years ago.

That face bore an eighty to ninety percent resemblance to Zhang Menglong's!

"They're exactly alike... Could this be just a coincidence?" A bold thought popped into Mossang's head. Could this young man be the descendant of that Huaxia youth?

"What coincidence?" Zhang Menglong was somewhat puzzled, "Who are you? Their boss?"

"I am Mossang, the President of Cheryl Group. May I ask how I should address you, sir?"

"My last name is Zhang," Zhang Menglong said coldly.

"Zhang!" Mossang's heart rate spiked, remembering that the Huaxia youth also bore the surname Zhang!

The same appearance, the same wealth, capable of commanding that colossal family—it could only be that person!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I am aware of the cause and progression of this incident, and I apologize for the rudeness of my employee," Mossang said cautiously.

"What's with this guy? Do I look that intimidating?" Zhang Menglong said to Lu Yiyao next to him, noting how Mossang seemed almost fearful of him.

"Intimidating or not, just a bit silly!" Lu Yiyao joked.

"Hey, I'm a reasonable person. This isn't your fault, you don't need to apologize. I want him to apologize to our people of Huaxia, to our Huaxian culture!"

"Mr. Zhang, rest assured, I will handle it properly. Please hand the phone back to Bruce," Mossang said.

"Fine, I'll give you a chance to handle this," Zhang Menglong said.

Bruce took the phone and chatted with Mossang excitedly. A few minutes later, he put down the phone.

He walked over to Clark, who by then had turned pale, knowing he had upset someone who even his boss feared.

"Bru... Bruce, what did the boss say?"

"The boss said, starting today, you no longer need to stay on this project team," Bruce said, "Our company has bought a coal mine in Africa, starting tomorrow, you can go dig coal there!"

"To dig coal?" Clark hadn't expected his boss to be so harsh! Mining coal was almost always reserved for the lowest of workers, most of whom he looked down upon, especially the Africans!

"Not just that!" Bruce continued, "Huaxia's culture is far more profound than you thought, it's a pity you don't understand it. Starting today, you must recite one Huaxian classical text each day. For every text you miss, you'll dig coal one more day until you master Huaxian culture, and then you can go back."

"Recite Huaxian classical texts? I... I don't recognize Huaxian characters!"

Bruce coldly said, "That's your problem, not mine. I'm only relaying the boss's orders!"

"Snap!" Clark felt as if all his strength had been drained in an instant, and he collapsed onto the ground...