I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 644 - 642: I Still Want to be an Ordinary Person
"Mr. Zhang, forgive my frankness, but the things you're discussing are just too radical for our worldview. If this is all true, do you have any evidence to support it?"
"True..." Zhang Menglong hesitated, "My ancestors didn't exactly get a receipt from Wu Dawei."
"Oh, right!" Zhang Menglong suddenly smacked his head, "I remembered something that I think can prove what I'm saying is true."
"What is it?"
"Just a moment," said Zhang Menglong as he took out his phone and dialed Lu Yiyao's number.
"Menglong, why are you suddenly calling me? Miss me?" Zhang Menglong's phone was still connected to the live multimedia, and everyone heard this voice instantly.
"Damn, that was careless!" Zhang Menglong's face was immediately emblazoned with capital letters of embarrassment. Was this content the audience could watch without paying?
At that moment, the live chat went absolutely wild.
"This is seriously awkward, Boss Zhang, oh, it hurts!"
"Zhang Menglong, you have your days too haha."
"Even this turns into a love display, really, officer?"
"Menglong, why are you suddenly calling me?"
"Well, of course, I miss you!"
"Hahaha, this is a massive social death live on air!"
Lu Yiyao seemed to have also heard the commotion from the venue and immediately lowered her voice.
"Menglong, is there someone with you? Why is it so noisy?"
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"Aren't I today's interview guest?" Zhang Menglong said, "I'm live right now!"
"What? Live?" Lu Yiyao panicked immediately, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"
"This... I... It was a mistake!" Zhang Menglong said, "Turn on your video for a second and help me out. Go to the shareholder's exhibition room in the library and take a picture of that Wu Dawei's scepter."
"Wait for me," said Lu Yiyao without asking why, she never had any extra questions when it came to Zhang Menglong's requests.
"What did he just say? Wu Dawei's scepter?"
"Does that thing really exist?" The historians and archaeologists from Italy began to whisper amongst themselves excitedly.
According to legend, after Wu Dawei was victorious in war, he built an altar for the deity he worshipped, but to this day, no one has discovered where this altar is located.
What's more, it was said that to venerate this deity, Wu Dawei expended a vast amount of wealth to find a super red diamond weighing 720 carats!
This diamond was even larger than the one on the scepter of the Queen of England, known as the Star of South Africa, and such a large red diamond was absolutely unique!
Wu Dawei crafted a scepter approximately 40 centimeters long out of pure gold, the scepter was bedecked with various precious gemstones, and the handle was inlaid with this red diamond.
Such an item, if it existed today, would unquestionably be a priceless treasure!
However, so far, the Italian archaeologists and historians had only found information and pictures about this scepter in ancient books, beyond that, there were no records of the actual item.
It was as if this scepter mysteriously vanished soon after it was made and could never be found again.
At this time, the voice call between Zhang Menglong and Lu Yiyao had turned into a video call, and the backdrop had changed from a resplendent living room to a somewhat dimly lit room.
This room was like a library, neatly arranged with shelves after shelves, some adorned with vases, some with cold weapons, and others with paintings and other antiques.
All these shelves were made into custom display cases, likely vacuum-sealed to prevent oxidation from damaging the contents.
"Is this Mr. Zhang's library?"
"This has got to be bigger than a museum, right?"
"My god, is this what a rich person's library looks like?"
"Excuse my ignorance, does anyone recognize what these things on the shelves are?"
"Holy shit! Isn't that Tang Yin's Plum Blossom Painting? That's his missing work, I've heard our teacher talk about it!"
"Yo, brother, sharp eyes!" Zhang Menglong laughed, "That indeed is the original Tang Yin's Plum Blossom Painting. It was given to one of my ancestors by Tang Yin himself shortly after he painted it. Strictly speaking, not many people should know about it."
"My teacher is a descendant of Tang Yin's students, he only heard his elders mention this work; I can't believe it actually exists." The scholar marveled, "I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to even have such a thing."
"It's nothing," Zhang Menglong chuckled, "Actually, my family has every one of Tang Yin's works."
"How is that possible? What about those in the museums?" someone immediately asked.
"Tang Yin always prepared two pieces for every painting he did, and the most successful one would be sent to my ancestors. So, if it's in a museum, my family has it; if it's not in the museum, my family still has it."
"Isn't that an ancient Egyptian gold mask?"
"Is this… is this the Pharaoh's Scepter?"
"That's the Caozhi Sword of our Kaibong, a national treasure!"
"Sorry my friend!" said Zhang Menglong to the person from Kaibong, "I only collect valuable items. That so-called Caozhi Sword of yours is an imitation of a weapon forged by my ancestor and doesn't deserve a place in my library. It belongs to my ancestor."
"As for your Caozhi Sword, it's quite sharp, so my family uses it to cut beef." Zhang Menglong explained; he had taken this artifact from the leader of Kaibong's Dark Ninja and had never returned it.
"This is really... all the treasures of the world are here, right?" People in front of the live-stream were dumbstruck as they watched his collection. Although many items only flashed across the screen briefly, many of the viewers were knowledgeable scholars, well-versed in history and artifacts, almost able to recognize them at a glance.
Many things lost to history appeared in his home.
No need to visit a history museum if you want to see treasures, just come to Zhang Menglong's house.
"Found it," Lu Yiyao finally said, having located a showcase at a corner that was somewhat more refined than the others, with spotlights at each corner. There lay the Scepter that exists only in legends.
"Here it is," Zhang Menglong stated, "After Wu Dawei finished this Scepter, he gave it to my ancestors first, so none of you have seen the real thing. My ancestors just tossed it in a storage room, and it was only a matter of decades before my father and grandfather sorted it out."
"This is truly... astonishing!"
"The depth of Mr. Zhang's family legacy really puts us to shame."
After seeing all these items, many people could not retain a shred of skepticism.
Zhang Menglong's collection contained artifacts mentioned in legends and historical records thousands of years ago; if those were not enough to demonstrate their family's influence throughout history, what could?
The only explanation was that they were incredibly low-profile, low-profile enough not to let others know their wealth but quietly accumulate fortune and power in the background.
"Does anyone have any doubts left?" Zhang Menglong swept his gaze over them, but this time, no one dared to question him further.
Zhang Menglong turned off the video, "Actually, I showed you these not to boast or anything, but just to clear my name. Deep down, I still prefer to live as an ordinary person!"