I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Kneeling ceremonies like this had long disappeared in this age of advanced civilization, only appearing in traditional Huaxia weddings at most; of course, kneeling for durians or keyboards during courtship did not count.

Wang Ling paid attention to the expressions of these people. They were incredibly sincere and showed no signs of dissatisfaction or reluctance; kneeling seemed natural to them, almost instinctual.

"Your ancestor wasn't an Emperor, was he?" Wang Ling said.

"I don't know about that, but I do know that a lot of Emperors have borrowed money from my family," Zhang Menglong replied.

"Menglong, let them get up. They won't be able to stand the cold," Lu Yiyao said, somewhat distressed. Of course, he was even more curious about Zhang Menglong's background now—his influence was enormous, not just in Huaxia but even in Europe.

As for Wang Ling's internet celebrity girlfriend, she looked at Zhang Menglong as if he were a supernatural being.

"Oh right, right, right," Zhang Menglong remembered, noticing that these people were still kneeling. Just those few seconds had already drawn quite a bit of attention. Zhang Menglong had primarily come to Europe to have fun, not to become an internet sensation here.

"My beloved subjects, rise to your... ah, that's not right. Hurry up and get up, everyone. We're all one of us. Scorolo, you're almost as old as my father—it's not suitable."

"Everyone, get up," Scorolo said, "Young master, in your presence, we dare not claim seniority. It is only right for us to kneel to you. It is also our ancient family rule that anyone who dares to be disrespectful to you will be expelled from the Dorellas family and even face severe punishment."

"What kind of punishment?" Zhang Menglong asked curiously.

"Being deprived of all economic support from the Dorellas family, only able to receive a monthly allowance of twenty thousand Euros up until death!" Scorolo said, as if spitting out something extremely distasteful.

"Fuck!" Zhang Menglong couldn't help swearing. Twenty thousand Euros a month? That kind of income would almost be considered wealthy in Huaxia, and it was considered "welfare" in their Dorellas family?

But from this, Zhang Menglong also gained some understanding of the power of the Dorellas family. They were not just powerful enough to mobilize all of Europe's military resources; their economic power was also unbelievably strong.

"By the way, Scorolo, I heard your father isn't doing well? Is he alright?" Zhang Menglong asked, since they worked diligently for his family. He couldn't let them be disheartened.

"Thank you for your concern, young master. My father was supposed to personally receive you today, but because of his advanced age and poor health, he can only get around in a wheelchair, so he sent me in his place. I hope you won't blame him."

"It's good enough that he has the intention," Zhang Menglong said. "It's nothing serious, is it?"

"It's just stomach cancer, a minor issue," said Scorolo calmly.

"Oh, so it's just stomach cancer," Zhang Menglong's expression changed, "What? Stomach cancer? Just that? What kind of son are you?"

Scorolo looked wronged. It was just stomach cancer; sure, conventional medicine couldn't cure it, but for them, it was only a bit more troublesome than a regular cold. Didn't Zhang Menglong know that?

However, seeing Zhang Menglong's angry expression, Scorolo realized that Zhang Menglong seemed to be almost completely unaware of certain things. He suddenly remembered that Zhang Menglong had only recently inherited the family power from his father. It was said that Zhang Xiaoyun had never revealed the true strength of their family in front of Zhang Menglong, so it was perfectly normal that he was unaware of these things.

"Young master, rest assured, we can handle these little issues ourselves; you should know by now that there are many very special people in this world," Scorolo said.

"Very special people?" Zhang Menglong's mind immediately went to Ye Yin; his eyes lit up. Yes, if someone as incredible as Ye Yin could exist, then why not a cure for cancer!

"Right, from now on, please call me Mr. Zhang. I'm not accustomed to being called young master," seeing Scorolo about to speak, Zhang Menglong quickly added, "That's an order!"

"Yes, I understand," Scorolo nodded respectfully.

"Oh yes, let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Lu Yiyao; this is my friend Wang Ling and his girlfriend, Li Yuexi."

"We are aware of the purpose of Mr. Zhang's visit this time," Scorolo said, "We have already prepared accommodations for you and your friends. During your time in Europe, if there are any problems, you can come to me directly."

"That would be great, thank you," Zhang Menglong said.

"It is my duty," Scorolo turned and signaled to someone in black. The person in black handed over a gold envelope, which was actually made of gold, not gold paint! Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire

"Miss Hong Yi has arranged for you to attend the auction hosted by the Frankfurt Royal Auction House, hasn't she? This is the top-level admission ticket for that auction. You may bring your friends with you."

"No way!" Wang Ling snatched the ticket from Zhang Menglong's hands, "I've heard there are only ten of these, and unless you're a top-level tycoon, you simply can't get one!"

Wang Ling suddenly glanced at Zhang Menglong, and the excitement in his eyes vanished in an instant, "Top-level tycoons are nothing in front of you, kid!"

"Also, there's this," Scorolo motioned again, "Hearing that you would be bringing the future mistress, this is a small token from the Scorolo family."

This time, what was brought over was a tray. Scorolo unveiled the satin cover, and a flash of blue light instantly drew gasps from everyone.

"The Star of the Ocean!"

"Is... is this the real Heart of the Ocean?" Wang Ling hurriedly asked.

Wang Ling knew that although the Heart of the Ocean was an extremely precious gemstone, valued at nearly a hundred million US dollars, to Zhang Menglong this was barely significant. Not long ago, he had people building heating pipelines in the Da Hinggan Mountains; compared to that, a hundred million dollars was a trifle.

But the most important thing was that the Heart of the Ocean sank with the Titanic into the Atlantic Ocean a long time ago. How could it possibly appear here? That's just absurd!

"Scorolo, is this a replica?" Zhang Menglong asked. Such a large blue diamond was rare, but Zhang Menglong knew that he owned many diamond mines and possibly could find a second piece as large as this one. Perhaps Scorolo had it made as a copy? However, that would still be quite thoughtful.

"No, Mr. Zhang, this is the genuine Heart of the Ocean, not a replica. We salvaged it from the Pacific Ocean, and we hope this precious gemstone will bring you and Miss Lu the most beautiful future!"