Chapter 31 This friend can't do it
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Mao Zhi Sheng Xi
Chapter 31 This friend can't do it
"Don't, don't, don't fight," Zhang Menglong quickly stopped Wang Ling and said, "If you can't stand this little irritation, I'm afraid you'll be friends with me for a long time, and you'll slap your head off."
"How did I know that you thief is so rich, I just put my face in front of you and let you beat me!" Wang Ling wanted to cry without tears, "I always thought I was one of the richest second generation in China, no Thinking of being compared to you, I'm just a poor man!"
What kind of behemoth is the Phaeton Group?The world's top 500 has a market value of more than 3000 billion US dollars. In contrast, the market value of Wang Ling's Wanda Group is only 3000 billion, but their units are Huaxia coins.
This is a nearly 7-fold difference!
And God knows if Zhang Menglong will have any other industries besides Unicorn Group and Phaeton Group, he doesn't even dare to ask.
"Hey, don't keep comparing yourself to each other. I have no interest in money, except for spending money, of course!"
"Shut up!" Wang Ling and Zhang Menglong became angrier the more they talked, "Come in quickly, I'll have someone park your car for you, just give the key to the housekeeper."
"Trouble." Zhang Menglong handed over the car keys to the housekeeper, and then walked into the luxurious villa with Wang Ling.
The first floor of this villa is a full 500 square meters, a spacious living room, a small private theater, a steam room, a spy room, and everything you need.
"You guy really enjoys it!" Zhang Menglong's eyes are almost always from internationally renowned brands. It is estimated that the cost of decorating and furnishing this villa should be on top of the value of the villa itself.
"It's just some of my hobbies," Wang Ling said with a smile. "This is what he used to retire, but it's mine now."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's good to be a rich second generation."
"What right do you have to say about me?" Wang Ling glanced at Zhang Menglong with contempt, "I just bought a villa from my father's name, and you? Several groups with a market value of tens of billions of dollars, you Richer than my father!"
"I don't want to either, but there is no way, this is life!" Zhang Menglong said helplessly, "I just wanted to be an ordinary person working part-time, if you want to blame it, blame Wangyi, it's all about them. The household occupied my position, otherwise I would not have to be forced to inherit the family property.”
"Can you feel your conscience when you say this? What is 'forced'? Your dad still lacks a son, and I want to be 'forced' to inherit his assets."
"Okay, why don't you show me around quickly? Didn't you say that there are a lot of things that can open my eyes?" Zhang Menglong stopped pouting.
"Hey, these things, even if you are rich, you may not be able to get them!" Wang Ling suddenly straightened up, "Look at this painting on the wall."
Zhang Menglong's gaze shifted to a huge painting in the center of the living room. This painting is nearly five meters long and over 30 cm wide, even comparable to Master Zhang Zeduan's "Across the River During Qingming Festival".
"This thing is a bit interesting." Zhang Menglong looked at the painting carefully, "The painting style of the Northern Song Dynasty is really similar to that of Master Zhang Zeduan, using the method of scatter perspective, which should be It's the scenery near the Qin Great Wall."
"Yo, you know a lot."
"I learned a bit in art class when I was in the second grade of elementary school," Zhang Menglong said casually.
"The second grade of Shentm Elementary School, have you watched too many videos of Director Bi on Xiaopo Station?" Wang Ling complained.
"But you said a lot, Master Zhang Zeduan's style of painting is a continuation of this painting, and behind this painting is Master Zhang's comments and signatures, and he made this painting his 'teacher' , which shows the high artistic value of this painting.”
"It's not cheap, is it?"
"It's not cheap, even if it is a national treasure, it's not too much, and that master only has such a work in his life, and there is no second work of his in the world. My dad was in 13 years. Bought it for 1.2 million at an old collection auction, with more than 50 bids!"
"It's awesome! I don't know it's the masterpiece of that master, can I take a look?" Zhang Menglong asked.
"You can see it, be careful, although this painting has been technically treated on the surface, you should still wear gloves." Wang Ling took out a pair of gloves and handed them to him, and then took the painting off the wall.
"This painting should only exist in the sky, and Wu Jian is the teacher." This is the wording left by Master Zhang Zeduan on the back of the painting.
"This master should be seven or eighty years older than Master Zhang. This is a work from 80, and its name is Zhang Xizhi."
"Aiye?" Zhang Menglong instinctively added two words.
"Hey hey hey!" Wang Ling and Zhang Menglong looked at each other and laughed slyly, "It seems that Brother Zhang is a fellow man. I also like Teacher Xizhi's work."
"Heroes see the same thing. Next time, let's discuss and learn from each other. I still have a few g's here, you know." Wang Ling was very excited when he said this kind of thing. A man's happiness is so bland.
"Cough cough! Talk about serious business!" Wang Ling said, "It is said that this painting is just the interest of this master Zhang Xizhi. He was the richest man at the time. It is said that even the emperors of the Northern Song Dynasty often sought out his wealth. He borrowed money."
"Wait, Zhang Xizhi, is this name so familiar?" Zhang Menglong turned on his phone and opened a file that Hong Yi gave him not long ago.
"What is this?" Wang Ling came up curiously.
"Genealogy!" Zhang Mengyu's ancestors have more than 200 generations, and he is the 250th. He just browsed the list roughly, "I found it, my 192nd generation, the ancestor, the name is Zhang Xizhi!"
"You" Wang Ling's expression suddenly became dull, he looked at Zhang Menglong like a monster, "This Master Xizhi is your ancestor? Isn't it the same name?"
"If it is the richest man, then there should be nothing wrong," Zhang Menglong said with a serious face, "My dad told me that our family has been the richest man for thousands of years. Of course, we are relatively low-key, and there are almost no people. Know."
"I bought a watch last year!" Wang Ling wanted to tear up this priceless painting.
He boasted in front of Zhang Menglong for a long time, and thought that Zhang Menglong could be envied more or less, even if he felt his surprised eyes a little.
But never imagined that this painting was actually painted by his ancestors.
"Wait, your family was the richest man thousands of years ago. How much money does your family have now?" Wang Ling was full of curiosity. It is famous in history, but there is no Zhang family in history at all. Wouldn't it be Zhang Menglong bragging?
"I really don't know that," Zhang Menglong turned on his phone, "but when I inherited the family property, my dad gave me a year of living expenses."
"One year's living expenses? According to your style, how come you have to have tens of billions of dollars?" Wang Ling didn't forget that Zhang Menglong spent several billions to buy a bunch of sports cars.
"Well, count it yourself!" Zhang Menglong showed Wang Ling the balance on his bank card.
"One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ninety billion?" Wang Ling's mouth was so big that he could stuff an egg in it. The tens of billions he just said was just a joke. Maybe Zhang Mengyu had just inherited the family property. He has the mentality of a nouveau riche, maybe that sum of money to buy a car is already more than half of his so-called living expenses for a year.
"Look at the unit again."
"U.S. dollars?!" Wang Ling's eyes stared like copper bells. His assets were close to 1000 billion U.S. dollars, and it was cash. This was just Zhang Menglong's living expenses for a year?
"This" Wang Ling's voice even trembled, "This friend, we can't do it anymore"
(End of this chapter)
"Don't, don't, don't fight," Zhang Menglong quickly stopped Wang Ling and said, "If you can't stand this little irritation, I'm afraid you'll be friends with me for a long time, and you'll slap your head off."
"How did I know that you thief is so rich, I just put my face in front of you and let you beat me!" Wang Ling wanted to cry without tears, "I always thought I was one of the richest second generation in China, no Thinking of being compared to you, I'm just a poor man!"
What kind of behemoth is the Phaeton Group?The world's top 500 has a market value of more than 3000 billion US dollars. In contrast, the market value of Wang Ling's Wanda Group is only 3000 billion, but their units are Huaxia coins.
This is a nearly 7-fold difference!
And God knows if Zhang Menglong will have any other industries besides Unicorn Group and Phaeton Group, he doesn't even dare to ask.
"Hey, don't keep comparing yourself to each other. I have no interest in money, except for spending money, of course!"
"Shut up!" Wang Ling and Zhang Menglong became angrier the more they talked, "Come in quickly, I'll have someone park your car for you, just give the key to the housekeeper."
"Trouble." Zhang Menglong handed over the car keys to the housekeeper, and then walked into the luxurious villa with Wang Ling.
The first floor of this villa is a full 500 square meters, a spacious living room, a small private theater, a steam room, a spy room, and everything you need.
"You guy really enjoys it!" Zhang Menglong's eyes are almost always from internationally renowned brands. It is estimated that the cost of decorating and furnishing this villa should be on top of the value of the villa itself.
"It's just some of my hobbies," Wang Ling said with a smile. "This is what he used to retire, but it's mine now."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's good to be a rich second generation."
"What right do you have to say about me?" Wang Ling glanced at Zhang Menglong with contempt, "I just bought a villa from my father's name, and you? Several groups with a market value of tens of billions of dollars, you Richer than my father!"
"I don't want to either, but there is no way, this is life!" Zhang Menglong said helplessly, "I just wanted to be an ordinary person working part-time, if you want to blame it, blame Wangyi, it's all about them. The household occupied my position, otherwise I would not have to be forced to inherit the family property.”
"Can you feel your conscience when you say this? What is 'forced'? Your dad still lacks a son, and I want to be 'forced' to inherit his assets."
"Okay, why don't you show me around quickly? Didn't you say that there are a lot of things that can open my eyes?" Zhang Menglong stopped pouting.
"Hey, these things, even if you are rich, you may not be able to get them!" Wang Ling suddenly straightened up, "Look at this painting on the wall."
Zhang Menglong's gaze shifted to a huge painting in the center of the living room. This painting is nearly five meters long and over 30 cm wide, even comparable to Master Zhang Zeduan's "Across the River During Qingming Festival".
"This thing is a bit interesting." Zhang Menglong looked at the painting carefully, "The painting style of the Northern Song Dynasty is really similar to that of Master Zhang Zeduan, using the method of scatter perspective, which should be It's the scenery near the Qin Great Wall."
"Yo, you know a lot."
"I learned a bit in art class when I was in the second grade of elementary school," Zhang Menglong said casually.
"The second grade of Shentm Elementary School, have you watched too many videos of Director Bi on Xiaopo Station?" Wang Ling complained.
"But you said a lot, Master Zhang Zeduan's style of painting is a continuation of this painting, and behind this painting is Master Zhang's comments and signatures, and he made this painting his 'teacher' , which shows the high artistic value of this painting.”
"It's not cheap, is it?"
"It's not cheap, even if it is a national treasure, it's not too much, and that master only has such a work in his life, and there is no second work of his in the world. My dad was in 13 years. Bought it for 1.2 million at an old collection auction, with more than 50 bids!"
"It's awesome! I don't know it's the masterpiece of that master, can I take a look?" Zhang Menglong asked.
"You can see it, be careful, although this painting has been technically treated on the surface, you should still wear gloves." Wang Ling took out a pair of gloves and handed them to him, and then took the painting off the wall.
"This painting should only exist in the sky, and Wu Jian is the teacher." This is the wording left by Master Zhang Zeduan on the back of the painting.
"This master should be seven or eighty years older than Master Zhang. This is a work from 80, and its name is Zhang Xizhi."
"Aiye?" Zhang Menglong instinctively added two words.
"Hey hey hey!" Wang Ling and Zhang Menglong looked at each other and laughed slyly, "It seems that Brother Zhang is a fellow man. I also like Teacher Xizhi's work."
"Heroes see the same thing. Next time, let's discuss and learn from each other. I still have a few g's here, you know." Wang Ling was very excited when he said this kind of thing. A man's happiness is so bland.
"Cough cough! Talk about serious business!" Wang Ling said, "It is said that this painting is just the interest of this master Zhang Xizhi. He was the richest man at the time. It is said that even the emperors of the Northern Song Dynasty often sought out his wealth. He borrowed money."
"Wait, Zhang Xizhi, is this name so familiar?" Zhang Menglong turned on his phone and opened a file that Hong Yi gave him not long ago.
"What is this?" Wang Ling came up curiously.
"Genealogy!" Zhang Mengyu's ancestors have more than 200 generations, and he is the 250th. He just browsed the list roughly, "I found it, my 192nd generation, the ancestor, the name is Zhang Xizhi!"
"You" Wang Ling's expression suddenly became dull, he looked at Zhang Menglong like a monster, "This Master Xizhi is your ancestor? Isn't it the same name?"
"If it is the richest man, then there should be nothing wrong," Zhang Menglong said with a serious face, "My dad told me that our family has been the richest man for thousands of years. Of course, we are relatively low-key, and there are almost no people. Know."
"I bought a watch last year!" Wang Ling wanted to tear up this priceless painting.
He boasted in front of Zhang Menglong for a long time, and thought that Zhang Menglong could be envied more or less, even if he felt his surprised eyes a little.
But never imagined that this painting was actually painted by his ancestors.
"Wait, your family was the richest man thousands of years ago. How much money does your family have now?" Wang Ling was full of curiosity. It is famous in history, but there is no Zhang family in history at all. Wouldn't it be Zhang Menglong bragging?
"I really don't know that," Zhang Menglong turned on his phone, "but when I inherited the family property, my dad gave me a year of living expenses."
"One year's living expenses? According to your style, how come you have to have tens of billions of dollars?" Wang Ling didn't forget that Zhang Menglong spent several billions to buy a bunch of sports cars.
"Well, count it yourself!" Zhang Menglong showed Wang Ling the balance on his bank card.
"One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ninety billion?" Wang Ling's mouth was so big that he could stuff an egg in it. The tens of billions he just said was just a joke. Maybe Zhang Mengyu had just inherited the family property. He has the mentality of a nouveau riche, maybe that sum of money to buy a car is already more than half of his so-called living expenses for a year.
"Look at the unit again."
"U.S. dollars?!" Wang Ling's eyes stared like copper bells. His assets were close to 1000 billion U.S. dollars, and it was cash. This was just Zhang Menglong's living expenses for a year?
"This" Wang Ling's voice even trembled, "This friend, we can't do it anymore"
(End of this chapter)
