"No, no, don't beat me," Zhang Menglong quickly stopped Wang Ling and said, "If you can't stand this little stimulation, I'm afraid that you will slap your head off after you have been friends with me for a long time."

"I didn't know that you, a dog thief, are so rich. I just put my face in front of you and let you beat you!" Wang Ling was crying without tears. "I always thought I was one of the rich second generation in China. I didn't expect that I would be a poor person compared to you!"

What kind of behemoth is Phaeton Group? The world's top 500 has a market value of more than US$300 billion. In comparison, the Wanda Group of Wang Ling's family is only 300 billion, but their unit is Huaxia Coin.

This is a 7-fold gap!

And God knows whether Zhang Menglong has any other industries besides the Unicorn Group and the Phaeton Group, he doesn't even dare to ask.

"Hey, don't always compete. I am not interested in money, except for spending money!"

"Shut up!" Wang Ling and Zhang Menglong became more and more angry as they spoke, "Come in quickly, I will have someone help you park your car and just hand over the key to the butler."

"Trouble." Zhang Menglong handed the car keys to the housekeeper, and then walked into the luxurious villa with Wang Ling.

The first floor of this villa is 500 square meters, a spacious living room, a small private cinema, a sweat steam room, and a spy room. Everything you need is available.

"You guy really enjoy it!" Wherever Zhang Menglong's eyes passed, they were almost all from internationally renowned brands. It is estimated that the cost of decoration and layout of this villa will be above the value of the villa itself.

"It's all my hobbies," Wang Ling smiled, "This is what he uses to support his elderly care, but it's mine now."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's good to be a rich second generation."

"What qualifications do you have to say to me?" Wang Ling looked at Zhang Menglong with contempt, "I just built a villa from my father's name, and what about you? Several groups with a market value of 10 billion US dollars, you are more rich than me!"

"I don't want to do it either, but there's no way, this is fate!" Zhang Menglong said helplessly, "I just want to be an ordinary person working. If you want to blame, go and blame Net Yi. It's their relationship account that occupied my position, otherwise I wouldn't have to be forced to inherit my family property."

"Why do you feel your conscience when you say such words? What does it mean to be 'forced'? Whether your father still lacks a godson, I also want to be 'forced' to inherit his assets."

"Okay, why don't you take me to visit quickly? Didn't you say there are many things that can open my eyes?" Zhang Menglong stopped talking.

"Hehe, no matter how rich you have these things, you may not be able to do it!" Wang Ling suddenly raised his waist and said, "Look at this painting on the wall."

Zhang Menglong's eyes turned to a huge painting in the center of the living room. The length of this painting was nearly five meters and the width was more than 30 cm, and it was even compared with Master Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

"This thing is a bit interesting." Zhang Menglong looked at the painting carefully and looked at it. "The style of the painting in the Northern Song Dynasty was quite similar to that of Master Zhang Zeduan. He used the scattered perspective technique, which should be the scenery near the Qin Great Wall."

"Yeah, you know a lot."

"I learned some art classes in the second grade of elementary school," Zhang Menglong said casually.

"Since the second grade of Shentm Primary School, you have watched too many videos of Director Bi on Xiaopo Station?" Wang Ling complained.

"But you have said a lot. Master Zhang Zeduan's painting style is continued from this painting. Behind this painting is Master Zhang's comments and signatures. He made this painting his own 'teacher', which shows how artistic the painting is."

"This thing isn't cheap, right?"

"It's not just not cheap, even if it's a national treasure, it's not an exaggeration. Moreover, that master only has such a work in his life. No second work of his in the world has survived. My father bought it for 120 million at an old collection auction in 2013, and it bids more than 50 times!"

"Awesome! I don't know which master's masterpiece is. Can I take a look?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"You can see, be careful. Although the painting has been treated with surface technology, you should wear gloves." Wang Ling took out a pair of gloves and handed them to him very carefully, and then took the scroll off the wall.

"This painting should only be found in the sky, and Wu Jian thought it was his master." This is the word "Zhang Zeduan" left behind the painting.

"This master should be seventy or eighty years older than Master Zhang. This is a work from 1003, and its name is Zhang Xizhi."

"Ai Ye?" Zhang Menglong instinctively added two words.

"Hehehe!" Wang Ling and Zhang Menglong looked at each other and laughed obscenely, "It seems that Brother Zhang is a fellow disciple. I also like Teacher Xizhi's works."

"The heroes have similar views. Next time we will discuss and discuss, I have a few more g here, you know." Wang Ling was particularly excited when he said this kind of thing. The happiness of a man is so plain.

"Ahem! Tell me serious!" Wang Ling said, "It is said that this painting was just the interest of this master Zhang Xizhi. He was also the richest man at that time. It is said that his wealth was that even the emperors of the Northern Song Dynasty often asked him to borrow money."

"Wait, Zhang Xizhi, this name sounds so familiar?" Zhang Menglong opened his phone and opened a file. This file was given to him by Hong Yi not long ago.

"What is this?" Wang Ling came up curiously.

"Classic Genealogy!" Zhang Menglong's ancestors have more than two hundred generations, and he is the 250th. He just browsed this list briefly, "I found it, my 192nd generation, ancestor, and the name is Zhang Xizhi!"

"You..." Wang Ling's expression suddenly became dull. He looked at Zhang Menglong as if he was looking at a monster, "This... Master Zhang Xizhi is your ancestor? Could it be of the same name and surname, right?"

"If you are the richest man, then there should be nothing wrong," Zhang Menglong said with a serious look. "My dad told me that our family has been the richest man for thousands of years. Of course, we are relatively low-key and almost no one knows."

"I bought a watch last year!" Wang Ling now wanted to tear this priceless painting directly.

He bragged in front of Zhang Menglong for a long time, and thought that it would make Zhang Menglong envious, even if he felt his surprised gaze a little.

But I never thought that this painting was actually painted by his ancestors.

"Wait, your family was the richest man thousands of years ago, so how much money does your family have now?" Wang Ling was full of curiosity. This was too incredible. Logically speaking, there was really such a family that had long been famous in history, but there was no Zhang family in history. Could it be that Zhang Menglong was bragging?

"I really don't know this," Zhang Menglong turned on his phone, "but when I was inheriting my family property, my dad called me for a year's living expenses."

"A year's living expenses? According to your style, you have to have tens of billions of dollars to be enough, right?" Wang Ling did not forget that Zhang Menglong spent tens of billions to buy a bunch of sports cars.

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

"One, ten, hundreds, thousands, thousands... more than nine hundred billion?" Wang Ling's mouth was so big that it could stuff an egg into it. The tens of billions he just said were just a joke. Perhaps Zhang Menglong had just inherited his family property and had a nouveau riche mentality. Perhaps the money for buying a car was already half of his so-called living expenses for a year.

"Look at the unit again."

"USD?!" Wang Ling's eyes were as bright as a copper bell, with assets of nearly 100 billion US dollars and cash. This is just Zhang Menglong's living expenses for a year?

"This..." Wang Ling's voice even trembled, "This friend, we can't continue..."
Chapter completed!