I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Wang Jian continued listing several of Zhang Menglong's university research investments. Initially, the equipment and funding that Zhang Menglong had invested in his own school exceeded ten billion. However, just the profits from those drug inventions completely covered that investment.

Perhaps the money wasn't instantly visible, but in three to five years, Zhang Menglong's tens of billions would turn into hundreds of billions or even trillions, and in US dollars, at that!

With such an investment return, even the world's greatest investors would have to call him "Dad."

"If I had that much money, I could do it too!" Wang Ling said, unconvinced.

"You're the dumbest rich second generation I've ever seen, and I'm the one who made you, which is just perfect," Wang Jian retorted, "Even if you had that much money, could you tell which projects had potential and which would never see a return or even lose all of their investment?"

Wang Ling fell silent, as indeed, every year many companies collaborated with university research groups, but how many actually saw a return? Laboratory research and industrial production are two completely different concepts. If those companies could obtain a few patents with all that money, it would already be quite an achievement.

"And that's just the return from Menglong's scientific research investments!" Wang Jian said, still not finished.

"There's more?"

"All you see is the superficial stuff!" Wang Jian continued, "There's also the movie he invested in!"

"That thing can make money, I'll chop off my head and use it as a stool!" Wang Ling declared.

As an investor in this movie, Wang Ling knew very well whether it could bring profit. It was possible that even with high box office returns, the movie might not cover its production costs and actors' salaries!

"I told you, you're shortsighted!" Wang Jian glared at Wang Ling, "The movie is just a guise. What's important are the film and television base and the heating channels that Menglong built!"

"Ah?" Wang Ling was taken aback.

"Do you know how popular the 'Three-Body' novel is around the world right now?" Wang Jian asked.

Wang Ling remained silent.

"It's Huaxia's most outstanding science fiction IP to date. The worldwide evaluation of it is extremely high, and its potential for development might not be weaker than Disney and Harry Potter's big IPs! Do you know how much commercial value a successful IP can create?"

"Once the movie is finished, it'll be like a promotional film that goes viral worldwide, and then that film and television base will turn into a huge theme park. Coupled with comprehensive heating and other facilities, it can attract a massive number of visitors every year!"

Wang Jian said soberly, "I've had professionals estimate that, in three years, this theme park will bring in at least 200 billion Huaxia currency in annual revenue, not to mention the associated industrial agglomeration effect. If managed properly, it would be easy to double that figure!"

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Wang Jian analyzed each of Zhang Menglong's investments in turn. In his mouth, what seemed like Zhang Menglong's wild and reckless actions all turned into calculated investment moves, with long-term returns that were alarmingly high!

"Hong Yi, is this all true?" After spending all that money, Zhang Menglong had not asked about these projects again. His sole purpose in spending the money was just to get rid of that 1000 billion US dollars as quickly as possible!

"Mr. Wang has already explained most of the situation," Hong Yi nodded, "According to our comprehensive evaluation, Mr. Zhang, the average return on your investment projects is expected to be around 24,510.5% in five years.

"Over two hundred times?" Wang Ling listened, his eyes nearly popping out.

"Damn!" Zhang Menglong was astounded, "I just wanted to be a wasteful spender, and I never expected that I'd be an investment genius?"

An investment return of over two hundred times in five years, who could resist that?

"Not bad, Zhang Menglong, really stealthy! Pretending to be naive in front of me while behind the scenes it's all money-making moves!"

"What are you saying!" Wang Jian slapped Wang Ling on the back of the head, "You're just too stupid. You follow Menglong around and all you know is how to eat, drink, and be merry. You don't learn what you should, and that womanizing trick, I don't even know who you learned it from!"

"It definitely wasn't me!" Zhang Menglong quickly raised both hands to show he was innocent.

"Did you come up with all of these?" Wang Ling still couldn't believe it.

"I can testify to that," Hong Yi said, "Mr. Zhang personally negotiated all the projects, we didn't give him any ideas!"

Hong Yi muttered to herself, who could keep up with Zhang Menglong's train of thought? Were those dumbfounding strategies really conceivable by a normal person? But she wouldn't believe it if she said it out loud. For some reason, seven or eight out of ten of these projects actually made money, and not just doubled or tripled their profit, but increased it by dozens or even hundreds of times!

"Mr. Zhang, your phone!"

"Ah? Who is it?" Zhang Menglong took the phone, "Hello, this is Zhang Menglong!"

"Hello Mr. Zhang! My name is Kotchanal, and I am the chairman of God King Footpath in Thailand."

"Oh, hello," Zhang Menglong was a bit perplexed, he didn't recognize the person at all, but how did they get his cellphone number?

"Mr. Zhang, is there something you need? Would you like us to step out for a moment?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Zhang Menglong said, "It's someone called Kotchanal, claiming to be the chairman of something called the God King Footpath."

"Kotchanal?" Wang Jian seemed to search for the name in his memory, "Oh, I remember now, he's the chairman of the world's biggest chain of foot massage parlors!"

He continued, "He's really capable. He has practically consolidated the entire global foot massage industry. On the Forbes world rankings, he's the only person in this service business to make the list!"

"Wow! That's the real King of Foot Massages!"

"Mr. Kotchanal, may I ask what you need?"

"I would like to discuss a potential collaboration with Mr. Zhang!"

"Collaboration?" Zhang Menglong asked puzzled.

"Yes, recently one of my employees was in Huaxia on a business trip, and he had the opportunity to patronize your NetEase Footpath. When he came back, he told me that you Huaxia people combine foot massage, music, and create a very unique experience. I also happened to be in Huaxia and tried it myself these past few days, and I found it fantastic. If we could collaborate, your creative ideas combined with my expertise could really take the foot massage business to the next level!"
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Once Kotchanal started talking, he went on and on, and it took Zhang Menglong a full twenty minutes to get him off the phone.

"Mr. Zhang, you understand Thai?"

"I know a bit."

"What did you talk about just now, if you don't mind sharing?" Wang Jian asked curiously.

"Oh, it's nothing, he just liked the creativity of my NetEase Footpath and wants to partner up. He's willing to give me a portion of the shares." Zhang Menglong handed the phone to Hong Yi, "Hong Yi, you negotiate with him about this matter."

"Certainly, Mr. Zhang!"

"So that's it!" Wang Jian slapped his thigh, "Menglong, out of your investments, the one I couldn't understand the most was NetEase Footpath. A music technology company turning into this kind of service industry seemed like a losing deal, but now I see what you were aiming for!"

"Wow, God King Footpath has a market value of 60 billion US Dollars, and with a single move, you've turned an 8 billion investment into 30 billion!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Zhang Menglong's face turned red, "This was really an accident!"

"What if I said I turned NetEase Music into NetEase Footpath just to annoy Ding Sanshi and his son, would you believe me?"