Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"You don't even ask how much funding I still need before you take it all?" Wang Cong was somewhat dumbfounded.

The film he planned to shoot was not just a run-of-the-mill urban or campus theme but a fantasy epic with a huge production scale, which could not be made with an investment of mere tens of millions.

Wang Cong was also a complete novel fanatic. Ever since the novel "Battle Through the Heavens" came out, he had been utterly enamored with its world. There had been an attempt to adapt "Battle Through the Heavens" into a TV series before, but it was criticized by the audience to no end.

The special effects in the movie "Legend of the Swordsman," made decades ago, were incomparably better than those in the adapted TV series. The meme of the "Douro class fighter riding over on horseback" had been thoroughly played out by netizens, to the point where even Wang Cong wanted to drag that director out for a beating.

To produce the "Battle Through the Heavens" of his dreams, Wang Cong had spent a lot of money to acquire all adaptation and filming rights to this novel, and had also invited a special effects team from Hollywood.

Just this part of the budget had already reached a staggering 250 million, but then there was the huge investment for props, actors, directors, and so on.

In the early days of his entrepreneurship, Wang Lin had given him 500 million as startup capital. Within just a few years, Wang Cong had managed to increase this amount to more than tenfold with his capabilities, and his current net worth had already exceeded 7 billion.

However, most of that money was in fixed assets, and the liquid assets he had access to were less than 1 billion. He couldn't possibly throw all this money into it, could he? If the box office was a flop, wouldn't all his efforts be wasted?

According to Wang Cong's budget, to achieve the best results, the total investment might reach an astonishing 1 billion. Such a huge investment was unprecedented in the film industry, and no one dared to take such a big risk.

As Fang Jueyu said, if he were to cover the remaining funds, then he would need to come up with almost 5 billion. Although Fang Jueyu's net worth was certainly impressive, a sum that large was not so easily liquidated.

"I might still need 5 billion!" Wang Cong honestly stated.

"No problem, I'll put up the 5 billion!" After hearing Wang Cong's ideas, Fang Jueyu also became somewhat excited. He had spent almost every night in high school secretly reading that novel under the covers, and after watching the TV series of "Battle Through the Heavens," he was deeply disappointed. With such great ideas from Wang Cong, Fang Jueyu was one hundred percent supportive!

"Are you serious?"

"Serious!" Fang Jueyu said firmly, "You're not doubting that I can't come up with this mere 5 billion, are you?"

Liu Yimou and others sitting nearby instantly rolled their eyes. 5 billion, such a vast sum, was an amount most people couldn't earn a fraction of in their lifetimes, and only these two would dare use the prefix "mere" with that number.

"How could I?" Wang Cong wasn't doubting Fang Jueyu's financial power—after all, his own father had to show respect to Fang Jueyu's father, who might be even wealthier than his own, but assets were one thing, liquid funds another. 5 billion was no small figure.

"Don't worry, just handle the actor and director arrangements, and if money gets tight, come to me!" Fang Jueyu said with full confidence.

This line used to be what Wang Cong would say to others when he was investing. Now that it was being addressed to himself, Wang Cong truly had a very special feeling inside.

"You might not believe it if I said it, but someone just told me this: 'If money is short, come to me.'" Wang Cong casually posted the line on his Weibo,

Wang Cong had tens of millions of followers, and as soon as this post went live, the comments exploded in an instant. The popularity rose at an extremely fast rate, quickly reaching the second spot on the trending searches, just below the helicopter incident from the morning.

"Hahahaha, President Wang, you've also experienced being smacked in the face with money!"

"I want to know which godly tycoon can say such a thing to a principal. It's not that young master from the Capital City, is it?"

"Wait, don't forget that our principal was at the China Joy event today. Although the staff claimed that the helicopter incident was a special program from the organizer, with my years of experience analyzing stuff, it must be a cover-up. The person involved in this incident is very likely the same one who said that thing."

"We all went through nine years of compulsory education, so why are you so brilliant upstairs? Did you secretly take extra classes or something?"

"@Tsinghua University, suggest admission!"

"@Yanjing University, suggest you seal the recommendation!"

As soon as this Weibo post was published, the heat of those two posts shot up like mad. Sadly, even though someone captured photos of Wang Cong and others entering the hotel, the clarity was a bit too low, which meant Fang Jueyu's face wasn't discernible.

But one thing is almost certain, the owner of that helicopter is most likely the person who went to see Principal Wang!

Since everyone had driven there, nobody dared to drink. Although they had unique statuses, they were all young people with a lot in common, especially when they were complaining about the same thing, they instantly built up a "revolutionary friendship," and very soon everyone started to get on like brothers.

Wang Cong had some business to attend to in the afternoon, so he couldn't stay at the venue any longer. When they walked out of the hotel with Fang Jueyu, the car Zhuang Ying arranged had already been delivered to the hotel entrance.

However, the car seemed a little different from what he had expected. Hadn't he asked for a Maserati 430? Then why was there a supercar with a Maserati logo in front of him?

"Holy shit, the car you said someone was going to send over, you were talking about this one?" Wang Cong's eyes bulged. He recognized it, alright—a Maserati MC12, only fifty of them produced worldwide, and just two in Huaxia.

But he knew both the owners of those two cars, and none of them had the surname Fang! Clearly, this car was not among those two.

A middle-aged man dressed in a suit stepped out of the car. With due respect, he approached Fang Jueyu and handed over the car keys, saying, "Young Master Fang, Miss Zhuang instructed me to deliver the keys to you."

"This…" Fang Jueyu was a bit baffled, "Didn't you say you were bringing over a 430? Why deliver this kind of thing instead?" Fang Jueyu got anxious. He had already noticed that many people around were paying attention to them, even starting to snap photos with their phones. Such a luxury car isn't something you see every day, and the owner is even more the focus of everyone's gaze.

"It's like this. Recently, due to some issues with the company, all the cars of that model were found to have safety hazards and were urgently recalled. Knowing that you like Maserati, Miss Zhuang simply had me bring over this car instead."

"This woman stirring things up again?" Fang Jueyu was irked but helpless. The car had been delivered, and they surely couldn't ask for it to be driven back, right? Moreover, he needed a car to get around here.

"Hey, Old Fang, where did this car come from, huh? I thought there were only two in Huaxia. Did you pry this from some rich bugger abroad?" Wang Cong asked, his interest piqued.

"I have no idea," Fang Jueyu directed his gaze at the middle-aged man who delivered the car, "Uncle, do you know?"

The man showed a strange expression, "Young Master, don't you know that you own 78.2% of Maserati's shares? Every time there's a new model, the factory sends a few finished products to Huaxia first, and those aren't included in the total limited sales number."

"Great, I've got shares!" Fang Jueyu rolled his eyes and then gave Wang Cong an innocent expression.

"You're awesome!" Wang Cong gave a thumbs-up, then took out his phone and posted on Weibo: Just now, I had a meal with the biggest shareholder of Maserati, and he only found out about this after the meal. Today, I've been smacked silly with money!