I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Is it just a Nobel Prize?"

Are these the words of a sane person? If you had eaten just one more peanut while drinking, you wouldn't have made such an inflated statement!

Everyone looked at Zhang Menglong as if they were seeing a monster.

Up to now, how many people from Huaxia had won a Nobel Prize?

If we consider the strict international criteria, there have been only two, one in literature and one in medicine.

If someone could win a Nobel Prize, the whole country would definitely celebrate for at least ten days or half a month.

Zhang Menglong's paper actually reached the level of competing for the Nobel Prize in Physics. This was way beyond their comprehension!

And with such credentials, Zhang Menglong even refused? Was there something wrong with his brain? What an honor this was!

"Watch him, I'm going to get a knife right now!" a professor suddenly couldn't contain himself.

"Count me in, I'll bring a flamethrower!"

"I'll bring a bottle of sulfuric acid!"

"Get me my high-frequency particle cutter! I'm definitely going to chop him up today!"

...

"Mr. Zhang, you need to think this through; this is the Nobel Prize in Physics we're talking about, the dream of countless scientists," Mohart said. "The credentials of our journal can help you avoid a lot of trouble."

"What you can offer me, perhaps Nature can offer me too," said Zhang Menglong. "And I gave you the chance, but you didn't want it, didn't I tell you that my paper could win the Nobel Prize in Physics? And yet your editor cursed me?"

Now they all understood.

It wasn't that Zhang Menglong didn't care, but that he was holding a grudge! An editor had rejected his manuscript, and he probably harbored resentment.

But to be fair, even if they were editors, if someone called them claiming their paper would win the Nobel Prize in Physics, they would have also cursed back, perhaps even more harshly.

Is this the year when anyone casually writing a paper can claim to be a future Nobel laureate?

But to hold a grudge over such a trivial verbal dispute, are you not being silly?

If they could win a Nobel Prize, not to mention just being verbally insulted, even if it meant standing naked in front of a three-setting electric fan, it would be a profitable deal for a Nobel Prize!

At this age, can't you be a little less childish and a bit more mature?

"Mr. Zhang, this was our editor's fault. I apologize to you on his behalf," Mohart quickly said. "Regarding that person, we have already issued the appropriate punishment and have fired him from our magazine. I hope you won't elevate his personal actions to our magazine level, and I hope you won't miss this valuable opportunity."

"Valuable opportunity?" Zhang Menglong sneered. "Is this opportunity really that precious? The selection for the Nobel Prize happens every year, but a bad mood could affect my appetite for days."

"Are you Huaxia people out of your minds?" Mohart was almost swearing. What do you mean by saying the Nobel Prize selection happens every year?

You should know, these scientific achievements are very effective. Sometimes you have already reached a result, but someone else publishes their paper before you. Such situations are common in the academic world.

This paper has already been viewed by many reviewers. Surely, many people already know the methods, but as long as the paper isn't published, the achievement doesn't count as Zhang Menglong's.

Not to mention a year, even a few months, someone will improve this method, and then the first person to prove the existence of dark matter won't be Zhang Menglong, and the Nobel Prize in Physics will belong to someone else.

Could it be that he could make another breakthrough next year? That's unlikely, isn't it?

"May I ask which of you are Mr. Zhang Menglong and Mr. Han Jinyu?"

At that moment, five or six foreigners suddenly rushed in, pulling and dragging each other as if they were afraid they would be too late to get a word in with Zhang Menglong.

"I am the editor-in-chief of 'Science'!"

"I am the editor-in-chief of 'Frontiers in Physics'!"

...

"You see, you only sent one editor, while others brought their chief editors. I should go with someone who shows more sincerity!" Zhang Menglong said, showing no intention of wanting to continue dealing with Mohat.

"Mr. Zhang, please choose us! Our magazine publishes the fastest!"

"Bullshit, you take three to five months per manuscript. When I graduated, I submitted to you, and even rejecting took five months. When would you publish it?"

"Mr. Zhang, our magazine is willing to offer you a $500,000 manuscript fee, just sign this agreement, and we can transfer the money immediately!"

"Mr. Zhang, I have a daughter..."

"Enough! Quiet! I'm so damn annoyed!" Zhang Menglong began bluntly, "I have only one demand: whoever can meet my needs the fastest will get my article!"

The professors present had never seen such a scene!

Journals with an impact factor above 10 are already considered top-level, and none of the journals represented by today's editors have an impact factor below 20. They were actually scrambling for Zhang Menglong's article!

Looking at their sleep-deprived appearances and heavy dark circles, it seemed as if they hadn't slept for a day and a night. They must be crazy.

"Mr. Zhang, please state it. Whatever the requirement, we can meet it!"

"Good. Within three days, I want to see my article published in a journal, and within half a month, I want to see my name appear in this year's Nobel Prize."

"This..."

This demand wasn't just excessive, it was way over the top!

These journals generally publish once a month, and they had just issued one a few days ago. No matter how they rushed, it could only appear in next month's issue.

Of course, this was negotiable, after all, they owned the publishing houses.

But did they have any say in the Nobel selection committee? True, the announcement date for this year's Nobel Prize was fast approaching, but there were still two months left. Were you asking the Nobel selection committee to adjust their schedule to just half a month later?

Half a month was barely enough to verify your thesis results. Isn't this nonsense?

"Well, looks like I'm asking too much of you," Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "let me make a call first."

"Hong Yi, do you know which organization selects the Nobel Prize in Physics?"

"Mr. Zhang, it's The Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences."

"Give me a contact!"

Soon, Zhang Menglong got a phone number of one responsible person at The Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.

"Is this Professor Claude?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Well, I wanted to ask, when is this year's Nobel Prize in Physics being announced?"

"About 54 days from now."

"Could we possibly advance it to within half a month?" Zhang Menglong asked.

On the other end of the phone, Professor Claude was utterly baffled. Who are you? Do you think you're Nobel himself to just say 'advance it'?

Professor Claude was just about to curse out an idiot and hang up the phone when Zhang Menglong quickly said.

"If you agree, I will immediately donate 10 billion US Dollars to the Nobel Foundation. If you don't, then I will buy the entire Nobel Foundation. I believe the current market value is roughly 49 billion krona, right?"

"You... who are you?" As a selector for the Nobel Prize in Physics, having lived for many years, Professor Claude had never encountered such a demand—someone outright threatening to buy the Nobel Foundation!

"My name is Zhang Menglong," Zhang Menglong said with a laugh, "Don't doubt my financial capabilities. I could easily turn all your foundation's investments into bubbles, preventing the Nobel Foundation from distributing a single dime of prize money this year!"