Chapter 246 I plan to hand it over to the nation
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Updated : Oct 7th, 2025
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"He's leaving just like that?" The reporters looked at each other in bewilderment as Zhang Menglong's car drove away.@@@@
He was just announced as the world's richest man; shouldn't he normally be holding a news conference, expounding his thoughts, and then boosting his fame?
But Zhang Menglong seemed genuinely indifferent to the title of the world's richest man, to the point where it appeared that the reporters were more eager for him to show some excitement about it.
Perhaps to the truly wealthy, such honorary titles really mean nothing at all!
Although Zhang Menglong did not express many of his thoughts, the mere revelation of his total assets was shocking enough to stir the entire nation.
Most of the reporters were from television stations, but in this age of internet information, very few people watch TV anymore. Social media platforms and live-streaming have long replaced those traditional channels of information.
The reporters were editing the videos they had just shot, with the fastest among them already preparing to take over the trending searches on their phones.
However, as soon as the video interview of Zhang Menglong was uploaded online, it skyrocketed to first place.
It was a joke; his name was all over Weibo. He could post about taking a shit, and if he dared to put it on Weibo, he'd dare to top the trending searches!
A video article titled "Frontline Interview with the Newly Crowned World's Richest Man, Zhang Menglong" instantly set the internet ablaze.
"I was wondering why Mr. Zhang had been out of the public eye for three days. Turns out he was preparing a big move!"
"800 billion US dollars in assets is probably an underestimate. Is he even human? 'Wealthy enough to rival countries' probably means something like this, right?"
"Not just 800 billion US dollars, folks. Mr. Zhang said that the Qingqiu Bank is just one of his accounts in Qingqiu Country. Let's assume he's underestimated and only has five bank accounts. Even if we lowball the funds in the other banks to just three or four trillion Qingqiu Currency, that adds up to almost two trillion US dollars!"
"The analysis above makes sense, but don't forget what Mr. Zhang said—he only mentioned his funds in Qingqiu Country. A small backwater nation like that, who would keep all their money there? Their GDP has been decent in recent years but is nothing compared to the entire world. If Mr. Zhang has deposits in Qingqiu, wouldn't he have astronomical sums in Huaxia, America, and England too?"
"Right, how much is our country's US dollar foreign exchange reserves? Isn't it 2.4 trillion?"
"Damn... Just his deposits in Qingqiu might rival that amount, right?"
"Did you see Mr. Zhang's expression? When he heard someone say he had only 800 billion US dollars, he looked stunned. To him, 800 billion dollars in assets is probably what he considers poor."
Within that ancient castle in Europe, England's queen was perusing this message, while a middle-aged man indignantly spoke up, and a wry smile touched the Queen's deeply wrinkled face.
"The Zhang Family's heritage, where is something you people can comprehend?" the Queen spoke softly.
Just from England alone, the taxes collected from the lands owned by the Zhang Family each year are already astronomical, and it's been collected for decades to this day; and that's just from one country.
And in the entire Continent of Europe, every country has land owned by Zhang Menglong, decades of accumulation could amount to hundreds of billions, even trillions of euros annually, how could that stop at a mere 800 billion US dollars?
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"Ding, the principal has put on a world-class show, earning 200 dodge points!" Zhang Menglong chuckled with delight, "I'm in the money now!"
Right now, he couldn't wait to dive back into the Super God Academy to summon a couple of teachers and learn a few more super skills, but he still had one very important matter to address.
"If it isn't our world's richest man, what brings you to call this old man instead of holding a press conference?" Han Jinyu answered Zhang Menglong's call with a hint of excitement - whatever Zhang Menglong's stature, he was, after all, his student!
"Professor, stop teasing me, it's just a nominal title. I'm actually calling you for a favor," Zhang Menglong replied.
"Oh? You need my help again? Don't tell me it's another online spat with someone?" Han Jinyu said, "Which school this time? Don't worry; those professors and academicians are at your beck and call."
Zhang Menglong gave a helpless smile, why did these professors and academicians sound like hoodlums and street urchins coming from Han Jinyu?
"It's like this, you should know that I recently went to Europe."
"Of course, you little rascal, you even did a live stream forcing that Frankfurt investigator to pole dance. It's been the hot gossip in our academy," Han Jinyu said.
"Bad news travels far," Zhang Menglong shook his head, "I was just upholding the dignity of our Huaxia people, they forced my hand."
Zhang Menglong got back to the point, "Professor Han, do you know any history or archaeology professors? Our academy doesn't have those fields, and with your wide connections, I could only seek your help."
"What do you need them for?" Han Jinyu asked curiously, "This time, I went to Europe for an auction, and I bought back a lot of Huaxia's long-lost cultural relics. You know, I am an outstanding youth of the 21st century, a proud member of the Party; I obviously can't keep such important items to myself."
"So you plan to..."
"I plan to hand them over to the state!"
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