This Friend Can’t Be Done

"No, no, no, stop fighting," Zhang Mengyu quickly stopped Wang Ling and said, "If you can't stand this little stimulation, I'm afraid that if you've been friends with me for a long time, you'll slap your head off."

　　"I didn't know that you, a thief, was so rich. I'm just putting my face in front of you and asking you to beat me!" Wang Ling was about to cry. "I always thought that I was the second richest generation in China. No. When I think about it, compared with you, I'm just a poor person!"

　　What kind of behemoth is Phaeton Group? The world's top 500 companies have a market value of more than 300 billion US dollars. In comparison, Wang Ling's Wanda Group has a market value of only 300 billion US dollars, but their unit is Huaxia Coin.

　　This is a gap of nearly 7 times!

　　And God knows if Zhang Menglong will have any other industries besides Unicorn Group and Phaeton Group, he doesn't even dare to ask.

　　"Hey, don't keep comparing yourself with me. I have no interest in money, except spending money, of course!"

　　"Shut up!" Wang Ling and Zhang Menglong became angrier as they talked. "Come in quickly. I'll have someone park your car for you. Just give the key to the butler."

　　"Trouble." Zhang Menglong handed the car keys to the housekeeper, and then walked into the luxurious villa with Wang Ling.

　　The first floor of this villa is 500 square meters, with a spacious living room, a small private cinema, a steam room, a spy room, and everything you need.

　　"You really know how to enjoy it!" Wherever Zhang's hazy eyes passed, almost everything was from internationally renowned brands. It is estimated that the cost of decorating and furnishing this villa is higher than the value of the villa itself.

　　"They are just some of my hobbies," Wang Ling said with a smile, "This is what he uses to support himself in old age, but now it belongs to me."

　　"Tsk tsk tsk, it's good to be a rich second generation."

　　"What qualifications do you have to criticize me?" Wang Ling glanced at Zhang Mengyu with contempt, "I just bought a villa under my father's name, and what about you? Several groups with a market value of tens of billions of dollars, you Richer than me!"

　　"I don't want to, but there is no way, this is fate!" Zhang Mengyu said helplessly, "I just wanted to be an ordinary person working part-time. If you want to blame, just blame Wang Yi. It's all related to them. The household occupied my position, otherwise I wouldn't have been forced to inherit the family property."

　　"Can you use your conscience when you say this? What does 'forced' mean? Tell me if your father still needs a godson. I also want to be 'forced' to inherit his assets."

　　"Okay, why don't you show me around quickly? Didn't you say there are many things that will open my eyes?" Zhang Mengyu stopped talking.

　　"Hey, no matter how rich you are, you may not be able to get these things!" Wang Ling suddenly straightened up, "Look at this painting on the wall."

　　Zhang's hazy gaze shifted to a huge painting in the center of the living room. This painting is nearly five meters long and more than 30 centimeters wide. It is even comparable to Master Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

　　"This thing is a bit interesting." Zhang Menglong looked at this painting carefully, "The painting style of the Northern Song Dynasty, this style is really close to the master Zhang Zeduan, using the scattered perspective technique, this should It's the scenery near the Great Wall of Qin."

　　"Yo, you know quite a lot."

　　"I learned some art classes in the second grade of elementary school," Zhang Menglong said casually.

　　"You are in the second grade of Shentm Elementary School. Have you watched too many videos of Director Bi on your little website?" Wang Ling complained.

　　"But you said a lot. Master Zhang Zeduan's painting style was inherited from this painting. Behind this painting, there are also Master Zhang's comments and signatures. He regarded this painting as his 'teacher' , which shows the high artistic value of this painting."

　　"Isn't this thing cheap?"

　　"Not only is it not cheap, even if it is a national treasure, it is not an exaggeration. Moreover, that master only had such a work in his life. There is no second work of his in the world. My father made it in 2013 I bought it at an old collection auction for 120 million, bidding more than 50 times!"

　　"Awesome! I don't know which master's masterpiece it is. Can I take a look?" Zhang Mengyu asked.

　　"You can look at it, but be careful. Although this painting has undergone surface technical treatment, you should still wear gloves." Wang Ling took out a pair of gloves and handed them to him, and then took the painting off the wall.

　　"This painting should only exist in the sky, and Wu Jian is my master." This is the message left by Master Zhang Zeduan on the back of the painting.

　　"This master should be seventy or eighty years older than Master Zhang. This is a work from 1003, and its name is Zhang Xizhi."

　　"Ai Ye?" Zhang Mengyu instinctively added two words.

　　"Hehehehe!" Wang Ling and Zhang Mengyu looked at each other and laughed obscenely, "It seems that Brother Zhang is a fellow-minded person. I also like Teacher Xizhi's works."

　　"Heroes see the same thing. Let's compare notes next time. I still have a few g's here, you know." Wang Ling was very enthusiastic when talking about this kind of thing. A man's happiness is so ordinary.

　　"Ahem! Let's talk serious business!" Wang Ling said, "It is said that this painting is just the interest of Master Zhang Xizhi. He was still the richest man at the time. It is said that even the emperors of the Northern Song Dynasty often looked for his wealth. He borrowed money."

　　"Wait a minute, Zhang Xizhi, does this name sound so familiar to you?" Zhang Menglong opened his phone and opened a file that Hong Yi had given him not long ago.

　　"What is this?" Wang Ling came up curiously.

　　"Genealogy!" Zhang Mengyu has more than two hundred generations of ancestors, and he is the 250th. He only glanced at the list briefly, "I found it. My 192nd generation, ancestor, is named Zhang Xizhi! "

　　"You..." Wang Ling's expression suddenly became dull. He looked at Zhang Mengyu as if he were looking at a monster, "This...is this Master Xizhi your ancestor? No way." Same name, right?"

　　"If you are the richest man, then there should be nothing wrong with it," Zhang Menglong said seriously, "My dad told me that our family has been the richest man for thousands of years. Of course, we are relatively low-key and there are almost no people. Know."

　　"I bought a watch last year!" Wang Ling now wanted to tear up this priceless painting.

　　He boasted in front of Zhang Menglong for a long time, thinking that it would make Zhang Menglong envious, even if he could just feel his surprised look.

　　But he never thought that this painting was actually painted by his ancestor.

　　"Wait a minute, your family was the richest man thousands of years ago. How much money does your family have now?" Wang Ling was full of curiosity. This was too unbelievable. Logically speaking, if there really was such a family, it would have been long ago. The name has gone down in history, but there is no Zhang family in history. Could it be that Zhang Mengyu was bragging?

　　"I really don't know about this," Zhang Menglong turned on his phone, "but when I inherited the family property, my dad gave me a year's living allowance."

　　"One year's living expenses? According to your style, you have to have tens of billions, right?" Wang Ling did not forget that Zhang Menglong spent billions to buy a bunch of sports cars.

　　"Here, count it yourself!" Zhang Mengyu showed Wang Ling the balance on his bank card.

　　"One, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand...more than ninety billion?" Wang Ling's mouth was so big that he could stuff an egg into it. The tens of billions he just said were just a joke. Maybe he opened his mouth. Mengwu had just inherited the family fortune, so he had the mentality of a nouveau riche. Maybe the money to buy a car was already more than half of his so-called year's living expenses.

　　"Look at the unit again."

　　"U.S. dollars?!" Wang Ling's eyes were as wide as bells. He had nearly 100 billion U.S. dollars in assets, and it was in cash. This was only Zhang Mengyu's living expenses for a year?

　　"This..." Wang Ling's voice even trembled a little, "This friend, we can't go on anymore..."