Aren’t I the Richest Man in the World?

After settling the matter with his roommate, Zhang Menglong felt relieved. Originally, he wanted to go back to Suzhou to find Lu Yiyao, but Lu Yiyao had been busy with her graduation exam recently, and Zhang Menglong was too embarrassed to distract her.

　　Of course, talking on the phone every day is indispensable, and the relationship between the two quickly heated up after this meeting.

　　"Okay, I'm going to take a shower. I have a sight-singing test tomorrow morning, so you should go to bed early!"

　　"I know, go to bed early." Zhang Mengyu turned off the video call and lay lazily on the sofa. It happened that Wang Ling called him at this time.

　　"Mr. Zhang, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you have turned the entire Gusu City upside down. It's really an eye-opener for ordinary people like me!" A sinister voice came from the other end of the phone.

　　"Can you blame me?" Zhang Mengyu said, "Old Maozi said that our Chinese culture is not good and that we are not united, so I can only show him how awesome our Chinese culture is!"

　　"How can you show people how awesome our culture is! You drove them away before they even saw the paintings you took out, okay?"

　　"They don't deserve to see it!" Zhang Menglong sneered, "By the way, you, Mr. Wang, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. Tell me, why are you looking for me today!"

　　"Hey! Can't I have a meal and chat with you if I have nothing to do?"

　　"Bah! I'm not a big girl, why are you looking for me to eat and chat? If you don't tell me, I'll die!"

　　"Wait a minute!" Wang Ling quickly called out to Zhang Mengyu, "Okay, I really have something to do!"

　　"Haha, tell me!" Zhang Mengyu said with a smile, "If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have anything to say, let it go!"

　　"Lend me some money!"

　　"Borrow money? You, Mr. Wang, actually came to me to borrow money?" Zhang Mengyu was a little surprised, "Did you do something wrong and your father kicked you out of the house?"

　　"Stop talking sarcastically!" Wang Ling said angrily, "This year's epidemic is so serious. You don't know how much the film and television industry has been affected. Our film industry is the largest in the country. The losses this year are really too great. It's serious!"

　　"What does this have to do with you asking me to borrow money?" Zhang Mengyu said, "If you can't turn around your funds, I can spend money to acquire the shares of your Wanda Pictures, even if it's the entire acquisition!"

　　"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang! Please be merciful! I'm already miserable enough!" Wang Ling was frightened when he heard that Zhang Mengyu was about to acquire shares as soon as he opened his mouth. "Wanda Pictures is now in my hands. If If you buy it, I will have to dismantle my entire frame!"

　　"Then what do you want to borrow the money for?"

　　"Make a movie!" Wang Ling said, "Now the situation in the film industry has begun to improve, but there are no good works released. If I make an explosive work at this time, it will definitely have a huge impact on the film and television industry. Impact!"

　　"You think really well," Zhang Menglong said sarcastically, "What kind of work are you planning to make? The kind that goes to sea? Then you may have to find another country to find actors. I will recommend a few to you, such as Momoya Eka , Ohashijiu, Flowers Tomorrow, Momono Kana, they are definitely the perfect candidates for you!"

　　"Damn, you are a fellow! Let me tell you, Teacher Taozi's work is a classic!"

　　"Hehe, that's right!"

　　The two old perverts suddenly talked about a common hobby, and the topic suddenly became perverted.

　　"Ahem! Let's get down to business!" Wang Ling cleared his throat, "I recently bought a copyright, it is definitely a first-class science fiction masterpiece!"

　　"Novel or anime?"

　　"Da Liu's "The Three-Body Problem"!" Wang Ling became excited as he spoke, "This work is simply a classic among classics. If it can be filmed well, it will definitely be as popular as "Harry Potter" all over the world. !"

　　Zhang Mengyu had already read this work when he was in high school. It has to be said that this is definitely the ceiling of domestic science fiction novels. If it can really be transformed into a film and television work, it will be something that people are full of expectations to think about. matter.

　　"Isn't this copyright cheap?"

　　When asked this question, Wang Ling suddenly showed a heartbroken expression, "The right to remake the entire series of works is 20 million!"

　　"That's pretty cheap!"

　　"Do you believe I'm going to drive over and hit you to death right now?" Hearing Zhang Menglong's mean tone, Wang Ling suddenly became furious. 20 million is indeed nothing to Zhang Menglong, but he is a pervert, so he is not. personal!

　　There is nothing wrong with Wang Ling being worth more than one billion, but you must know that these billions are basically fixed assets. In terms of working capital, it would be good if he can come up with 70 to 80 million!

　　You know, when Zhang Menglong met Wang Ling for the first time, he prepared the money to buy the poison Lamborghini.

　　"As you know, the car I planned to buy last time was almost bankrupt, and now I only have 50 million in working capital left. I discussed it with Liu. If you want this kind of science fiction movie, it's the best. Even if we hire a domestic special effects team, the special effects cost alone would cost more than 300 million!"

　　"Including the cost of actors, props, etc., it will probably cost 500 million."

　　"You came to me to invest in your feelings, are you here?"

　　"Stop talking nonsense, can you help me?"

　　"I'll give you 1 billion!" Zhang Mengyu was worried about not being able to spend the money. "If it's not enough, I will add more later!"

　　In fact, if he wants to use up the money, he can just buy a few large companies at will. But they didn't mess with him. He forced them to buy them out of nowhere. It doesn't seem appropriate, but the normal way of spending money is too slow. Investment The bar accidentally became a donation, which really made people bald.

　　"Happy, I really saw the right person!" Wang Ling suddenly felt very happy, "As for the box office share, it will be based on the proportion of our investment!"

　　"No, if you give me a share of the box office, I won't vote!" Zhang Mengyu said.

　　"Ah? Are you doing charity?" Wang Ling was stunned, but suddenly remembered the scene when he went to gamble on stones, and Wang Ling swallowed back half of what he said.

　　"It's not charity at all, it's poverty alleviation at most!"

　　"You guy!" Although he knew Zhang Menglong was joking, why did he want to hit someone so much? After all, he, Wang Ling, is also one of the second rich generation, and someone else is helping the poor by helping him?

　　"Okay, let's not talk anymore. I will treat you to dinner at the Fico Hotel at 11:30 noon tomorrow, and we will talk about our shooting plan."

　　"Okay, you have to treat me well for this 1 billion lunch!"

　　"Haha, that's necessary!"

　　...

　　At noon the next day, half an hour before the agreed time, Zhang Menglong arrived at the Fico Hotel early. The Fico Hotel is a very high-end hotel. If an ordinary lunch does not cost several thousand dollars, it is estimated that That's just a taste.

　　"Well, that's strange. Why are there so many people?" Zhang Mengyu felt a strange atmosphere when he walked into the hotel.

　　Logically speaking, this time period is not the peak period, and even if there are many rich people in Jiangnan City, it is impossible for a hotel of this level to be full. The strangest person is that everyone is staring at the hotel in unison. The door looks like someone is coming today.

　　"What's going on?" Zhang Mengyu found the seat number that Wang Ling told him. Wang Ling was already waiting for him there. "You don't need so many people to greet me, right?"

　　"What a bastard to greet you!" Wang Ling didn't have anything nice to say, "I didn't expect that today would be such a coincidence that we would catch up with such a big event."

　　"What's going on?" Zhang Menglong asked curiously.

　　"Damn, you've already bought Weibo. Don't you know that this kind of thing is on the hot search?"

　　"As long as it's nothing to do with me, why should I care about it?" However, out of curiosity, Zhang Mengyu still turned on his phone.

　　"You know that the stock market god Buffett used to auction off a place to have lunch with you, right?"

　　"I've heard that a meal costs millions or even tens of millions of dollars!"

　　"That's right, I don't know if these people all think they are so great, so they all imitated them." Wang Ling's tone was full of disdain, "It's the richest man in the world who auctioned off the person he had lunch with for 12 million U.S. dollars. Chance, the person who bought it seems to be a Chinese entrepreneur, and it was the VIP room of this restaurant at noon today!"

　　"The richest man in the world?" Zhang Menglong looked confused, "Am I not the richest man in the world? I didn't do such a thing?"