I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Zhang Menglong's statement left them all speechless.

Indeed, they really hadn't put in much effort at all!

Since entering the spaceship, they had been either fleeing for their lives or crying for help. In fact, for this expedition, Zhang Menglong alone could easily have entered the spaceship by himself—the others were essentially just bystanders!

Even if it weren't for Zhang Menglong, let alone entering this place, they probably would have lost their lives by now.

According to their agreement, if contributions were to be compared, then Zhang Menglong could almost claim 100%. All of today's findings should belong to him.

But who would be willing to accept that? Everyone here had suffered heavy losses this time. Some countries had several powerful psychics die, while others had gone bankrupt because of Zhang Menglong's extortion.

Especially the Supernatural Alliance from America—out of eight super-psychics, six had died, and Otto himself had been conned out of ten billion US dollars by Zhang Menglong. If he didn't bring something back today, he'd be so angry he might develop breast cancer. What kind of human suffering was this?

Yet, the robot barring the way made them all shrink back.

What a joke, just one of those things could wipe them all out. Although they didn't believe Zhang Menglong would really attack, no one dared to take the risk.

"Mr. Zhang, we all admit that you've made the greatest contribution this time. However, having come all this way and suffered such losses, you can't possibly let us go back empty-handed, can you?"

"Yes, after all, we did form a team this time. You're eating meat; surely it's not too much for us to drink a little soup?"

"Mr. Zhang, you take half of the stuff here for yourself, and we'll divide the rest. If that really doesn't work, you take sixty... no, no, seventy percent!"

"How about this, Mr. Zhang? You pick what you want first, and whatever's left after you choose, we can have."

They had lowered their stance quite a bit. Groveling so humbly, Zhang Menglong should give them some face, shouldn't he?

"Why should I?" Zhang Menglong laughed. "Did I owe you something in my last life? You just say the word and I'm supposed to give it to you? Where's my dignity then?"

Zhang Menglong continued, "I risked my life, endured hardship to get here, and you want to take half of my haul just like that? Isn't that a bit too much?"

"Risking your life?"

"Enduring hardship?"

The psychics looked Zhang Menglong up and down; with his floral shirt, baggy shorts, and flip-flops, he completely looked like he was on vacation.

From start to finish, where did we see any sign of you risking your life? We're the ones who actually came here at the risk of our lives, okay?

You didn't even scratch your skin, and you made a few hundred billion dollars. And you still have the face to complain here?

"Captain Meng, please speak!" Zhang Menglong was impervious to influence, so they could only turn their gaze to Meng Tianhe.

Actually, Meng Tianhe was also somewhat conflicted; he could never have dreamed that the situation would turn out like this, depending entirely on Zhang Menglong from beginning to end.

To be honest, he didn't want to share any of the spoils this time, but among these countries, many had friendly relations with Huaxia, so completely annihilating them wasn't the best choice either.

"Menglong, maybe leave them a little something?" Meng Tianhe suddenly felt pity for these people for some reason.

"As you say," Zhang Menglong nodded.

At once, everyone looked at Zhang Menglong with hopeful eyes, waiting for his distribution.

"Since Captain Meng has spoken, I'll give Captain Meng some respect. From all these items, Huaxia will only take 90%; the remaining 10% you can have!"

Although they could only take ten percent, the warehouse was so huge, ten percent of the supplies would still not be a small amount.

They could see all kinds of robots, tools, equipment, weapons, and many items they couldn't recognize, but surely they were all valuable goods.

"But, you can't just take things for free!" Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "You have to pay for them!"

"Pay for them? Spend money again? We have no money left!"

"I get it now, this Zhang Menglong is not here to assist with the exploration; he's damn well here to make money!"

"Quiet!" Zhang Menglong spoke up, "If you don't have money, then scram, and don't even think about taking anything! You really don't know when you're well-off. Could you even buy these items outside, even if you had the money?"

Zhang Menglong continued, "Any item here could easily be decades or even centuries ahead of this era's technology. If you were to follow the normal research and development process, how much time would you need to invest? How much money would you have to spend? Now, these ready-made items are presented to you, and all you need to do is analyze them to understand their principles and structure. What is that? That's knowledge!"

"Think about it carefully, you're buying knowledge with money, what a cost-effective deal!

"The dean is wasting his talent not going into direct sales, must be from a home shopping background, right?"

"Exactly, talking about knowledge... I'm just an ordinary person, I choose money!"

"You can tell your vision is limited just by looking at you. How valuable is knowledge? I wonder if the dean will give us a share of the profits."

...

They understood the principle, but they were somewhat financially embarrassed at the moment.

"How about this," Zhang Menglong said, "I won't charge by the item. I'm now selling tickets for 100 billion US Dollars each, everyone enters with a ticket, and whatever you can take, no matter how much, is yours. You can use whatever tools you want, and as long as you can carry it out of this door, it's yours. How about it?"

After some consideration, this was the only option they had left. Did they even have any other choice?

As Psychics, their strength was a hundred times that of ordinary people. Some even more powerful Psychics could easily lift tens of tons on their own. As long as they chose the right items, the 100 billion US Dollars would allow them to take back a great deal of valuable goods.

Especially Bruce, who could control gravity, was able to reduce the weight of an entire area to just 10%. The amount he could carry out was more than ten times that of normal people!

"Ask the higher-ups for money!" They were truly out of funds, and since they were representing their organizations and countries on this mission, it wouldn't be wrong for the organizations and countries to foot the bill, right?

Especially since you must know that the Second World is separate from the secular one, including the financial independence of each country's Psychic organizations. Psychic organizations are inherently expensive, so their headquarters are usually filthy rich.

Although the headquarters were surprised at why they had to pay Zhang Menglong, the Psychics didn't have much to say. They could guess that something must have come up.

Hadn't they suffered enough losses at the hands of Zhang Menglong already?

"Hahaha, thank you, boss, may your business thrive!"

"Come on in!"

Zhang Menglong began to welcome his business enthusiastically.

"Menglong, aren't you afraid of them taking away something valuable?" Meng Tianhe asked with a worried face.

Even if he wanted to sell them something, they should at least first see if there were any valuable items before deciding.

"Don't worry, it's all just scrap metal," Zhang Menglong replied, "Just stuff from a Level Two Civilization, nothing of value."

On Zhang Menglong's part, let alone something from a Level Two Civilization, he could get his hands on items from Level Three, Level Four, and even the legendary high-level civilizations, as long as he had the materials from those civilizations. He could still manufacture items of a Level Two Civilization."

"But we can't just take these things away," Meng Tianhe said, "I'll go and give a heads-up to the higher-ups, and have them send a couple dozen transport planes over."

"No need!" Zhang Menglong shook his head. Let them carry stuff first. After they're done, we'll pilot this whole thing back to Huaxia!