I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 674 - 672: Always Keep a Spare Car

"Look at this; you're trying to rob me of my wealth and take my life, and now you're playing me for a fool. It's not too much for me to ask for some compensation, right?"

"Not too much, not too much at all!" Delamini's head bobbed like a pecking chicken. Could he say it's too much? To be frank, if he were Zhang Menglong, he wouldn't bother negotiating at all. He'd rather see this country go extinct to ease his resentment.

"We came here full of expectations, first surrounded by an army brigade, then asked to stay in this run-down hotel. Look at my senior and junior brothers and sisters, and my girlfriend. Our mood has been spoiled. What are you going to do about it?"

"We will compensate, whether it's for emotional distress or time lost, we will pay!"

"There's no need to talk about time lost!" Zhang Menglong's lips curled into a smirk. "Can you afford my time?"

"This..." Delamini was dumbstruck.

"I made 450 trillion US dollars in just one day, and now you've quarantined me for half a day. I'll ask for less, just 20 trillion US dollars. Can you cough that up?"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" Delamini nearly died on the spot. Can you stop bringing up those 450 trillion US dollars? 89 countries joined forces and still couldn't bring you down; how shameful is that?

20 trillion US dollars in time loss, how could they possibly compensate for that? Let alone 20 trillion, even 2 trillion US dollars might not be possible for them to scrape together even if they sold all their assets. Forget what he just said, he'd better penalize himself for his recklessness with a drink.

"I'm a reasonable person, an honest one; I can take a bit of injustice," Zhang Menglong continued, "but when my senior brothers and sisters, and my girlfriend aren't happy, that really upsets me. If they are willing to forgive you, then I'll let this matter slide."

"Extort them fiercely!" Zhang Menglong simultaneously whispered under his breath.

"Can I ask for 1 million US dollars for emotional distress?" a junior brother of Zhang Menglong spoke up cautiously.

"Junior brother, you're thinking too small; add at least one more zero!" The eldest senior brother Zhu Mengchao had completely let loose. Having spent so much time with Zhang Menglong, when had he ever talked about money in units less than a billion?

"Just so happens that my wife wants to buy a car recently. I'll take two cars, one for daily use, one for showing off."

"I'm planning to propose to my girlfriend, might as well ask for a bigger diamond ring."

"I wonder if it's possible to get a villa."

"Hey, you all think too small. Ask for money. With money, what can't you have?"

The room immediately erupted into animated discussions. This trip to South Africa turned out to have such windfalls, with people eagerly pushing benefits their way. Even without having fun, they had struck it rich!

Outside the door, Delamini's face had gone dark. He expected some extortion and blackmail, but did they really have to start such barefaced discussion right in front of him? Can't you guys pretend a little bit?

Should I leave?

As the director of the immigration office, he knew all too well the current state of the country's finances.

To join the operation against Zhang Menglong, they had already emptied the country's foreign reserves, and even their own currency had taken a severe hit. They simply couldn't afford any more money!

"Mr. Zhang, give me some time, for your compensation we might have to dip into the treasury, I need to reallocate resources."

"Sure, I'm not in a hurry anyway!" Having said that, Zhang Menglong lay back on the couch with the others and began to enjoy themselves.

...

"Grave, I need your help!" Delamini immediately called the director of the treasury system. The two had a good private relationship and now that Delamini had the authority to mobilize anything, he directly summoned him over.

Luckily Grave was in the capital for work that day, and he arrived within half an hour, panting and out of breath.

"Mr. Zhang, this is our finance director, Grave. He will be responsible for all the compensation you require!"

"Mr. Zhang, this is a token of our sincerity." Grave produced a disk of international cheques that could be cashed directly in any country with a bank account. These cheques could only be issued with very high authority.

"Don't be shy with me; let's split it up!" Zhang Menglong unceremoniously took the cheques and distributed them.

Each of these cheques was for the maximum limit, 10 million US dollars, and there were over a dozen of them. Just these alone must have already dealt a heavy blow to their finances.

"Sss!"

"Holy shit, thanks boss!"

"Soon as I get back I'm firing Lao Han, what do I need a PhD for when I have this much money?"

Nobody had ever seen a check with such a large sum, 10 million US dollars. Many people wouldn't earn 10 million Huaxia currency in their entire lives, let alone US dollars. They basically didn't need to struggle anymore in life.

At that moment, Zhang Menglong finally opened the door.

De La Miny's face broke into a smile. Perhaps Zhang Menglong was ready to forgive them?

"Let's go!"

"Ah? Go?" Everyone didn't quite understand what Zhang Menglong meant. "Where to?"

"Consider this check as payment for the house, but there's also the cars and diamonds," said Zhang Menglong, "Let's start with the luxury car market. I'm not going to extort you, each person can pick at most two cars, and I'll arrange to have them shipped back to Huaxia."

"Mr. Zhang, this..."

"What, you thought you could fob us off with this bit of cash?" Zhang Menglong said with a sneer, "Why don't you go and ask around, how much money did I gamble on a race last year? 100 billion US dollars. Your compensation isn't even close to enough, and you call yourselves a developed country!"

"If you're not willing, forget it," Zhang Menglong pretended to turn back, "We can carry on playing Werewolf!"

"Willing! We're willing!" De La Miny hurriedly pleaded, "I'll arrange the cars right now!"

De La Miny gave Grave a disgusted look. Was he really just prepared to offer this little money, treating them like beggars?

...

The biggest luxury car market in Cape Town today welcomed a group of special customers—over a dozen people from Huaxia accompanied by the directors of the immigration bureau and the ministry of finance!

As soon as the boss heard the news, he immediately dropped what he was doing to greet them.

"These are our most honorable guests. Make a note of the cars they select, then come to the ministry of finance tomorrow to get paid!" said Grave with a pained heart.

"Yes!" The boss naturally wouldn't dare to have an opinion. After all, they weren't refusing to pay, and it was rare for the dealership to sell even a few cars in a day. These dozen-plus people were sure to boost this month's sales figures. But he did give this group from Huaxia an extra look, wondering who exactly these big shots were.

"Fellow senior and junior apprentices, go ahead and choose, don't be shy," Zhang Menglong encouraged.

"Hahaha, then I won't hold back!"

"I want this one! The Pagani Zonda, I've dreamed about it so many times!" one of Zhang Menglong's junior apprentices chose a sports car worth tens of millions without any hesitation.

"This pink car is so cute, I want this one!" Zhang Menglong looked over, it was a limited custom model from Tushek&Spige. Not many people knew the brand, but it was on par with Bugatti, and the price tag was 5.3 million US dollars!

"You all have no idea, just picking the most expensive ones. If you ask me, it's utility that matters when buying a car!" A senior apprentice of Zhang Menglong walked up to a McLaren, "Why do we have sports cars? To pick up girls! This car has two passenger seats, double the fun for picking up girls, double the happiness!"

"Damn, senior brother, you're really something else!"

Grave glanced at the car, thinking it was some kind of cheap vehicle, but no, this McLaren Speedtail, although not as expensive as the previous one, was still priced at 2.7 million US dollars.

Each time they chose a car, it was like a knife was being twisted in Grave's heart.

Apart from Zhang Menglong and Lu Yiyao, everyone chose two cars each, many of them limited editions, and the price of over twenty cars had already topped 1.2 billion US dollars.

"Just order according to this, make the purchase!" Grave said through gritted teeth.

"Wait a second!" Zhang Menglong called out to the boss, "Make that order, but double it!"

"Mr. Zhang, this..."

"Think about it, these cars always suffer bumps and scratches. Once you take such a car for repairs, it's going to be a few months' cycle. You've got to have a spare car, right?"

"I can't believe this shit!" He'd heard of spare keys, spare tires, but spare supercars? Are you out of your mind!