I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 690 - 688 I’m Not Picky About Mineral Land

"Zhang Menglong, do you really want to end up in a situation where it's either do or die with us?"

"What, fishing net? I prefer black silk," Zhang Menglong quipped.

"Do you think you are the only one with a trump card? We don't have one?" Britos said, "Let me be honest with you. This time, we've made extensive preparations to deal with you, and no matter how powerful you are, the people around you can't all be that strong, right?"

"You've brought a lot of friends to South Africa this time, haven't you?" Britos threatened, "The moment you set foot in South Africa, we've had people watching them, and if we lose contact on our side, they will immediately take action to kill your friends!"

"So you're threatening me now?" Zhang Menglong's eyes narrowed.

"No, this isn't a threat, I'm negotiating with you," said Britos, as if he really had leverage over Zhang Menglong, "As long as Mr. Zhang is willing to back down, stop all economic offensives, and leave this place, we can write off all past issues. How about that?"

"Not so good!" Zhang Menglong replied bluntly, "Have I lost my mind or something? It's clearly you who have been bothering me all the time, and now you're talking to me about writing things off?"

"Zhang Menglong, don't you care about your friends?" Britos said, "With just one order from me, 10 God-level psychics will immediately take your friends' lives. Are you a man without feelings as well?"

"I'm begging you to do it, just get on with it!" Zhang Menglong's tone was exaggerated, "If you don't do it, you're my grandson!"

"Zhang Menglong, you will regret this!" Britos, lifting his incredibly painful arm, pressed the communicator on his wrist. "Kill all of Zhang Menglong's friends immediately!"

But several seconds passed, and there was no response from the other end of the communicator.

"What's going on?" Britos suddenly became nervous. In the few minutes before Zhang Menglong arrived at the base, to ensure nothing went wrong, he had communicated with the psychics arranged around Zhang Menglong's friends.

At his command, they could act at any moment.

Yet now, those psychics had somehow lost contact with him.

...

"Mr. Zhang, there were a total of 10 God-level psychics ambushing around Miss Lu and the others, and they have all been taken out!"

At this point, Ye Yin also stepped out of the shadows.

In this place, wireless communication was ineffective, but a person as powerful as Ye Yin could already communicate globally through energy.

The politicians suddenly shrank back, realizing that Zhang Menglong had all along had a person by his side, and they hadn't even noticed!

"Let me introduce you, this is my personal bodyguard," Zhang Menglong said, "His strength is probably more than ten times greater than mine. If you don't believe it, you can try it."

"Oh, and by the way, my friends are protected by people just as powerful as him, so your talk of mutual destruction doesn't exist!"

"Snap!"

Britos collapsed into his chair.

The psychics lurking around Lu Yiyao and the others were their last trump card, but it seemed this last card had been torn to shreds.

"I really can't understand who gave you the courage to provoke me time and again. Was it Liang Jingru?"

...

"Mr. Zhang, it was all Britos's plan, it has nothing to do with us!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, we were forced, as you know, we are just some small countries, we dare not disobey the orders of the Supernaturals Alliance!"

"Mr. Zhang, please let us go. From now on, we will steer clear of the Supernaturals Alliance and will never dare to infringe upon Huaxia again, and our Second World powers will all respect Longxia!"

At this moment, to save their lives, these people abandoned their dignity altogether, willing to do anything to preserve their names.

"This..." Zhang Menglong looked as though he were considering, "Ever since I came in I've been saying I wanted a Frappuccino, but how come no one has prepared it for me yet?"

"Mr. Zhang wants a Frappuccino, get someone to prepare it immediately!"

"Send a Psychic over directly! Find one with Ice Attribute, absolutely must not ruin the taste of the Frappuccino!"

"Right, Mr. Zhang also mentioned wanting to eat macarons just now."

...

Minutes later, with the cooperation of several speed-type Psychics and those with Ice Attribute, a Frappuccino still perfectly preserved in flavor was delivered into Zhang Menglong's hands.

"Slurp!" Zhang Menglong took a big sip and immediately showed a look of enjoyment, "Not bad, not bad at all, your service is quite thoughtful!"

Hearing Zhang Menglong's praise, those people immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But they were still on tenterhooks, firstly, because their currency market had collapsed, and the economy had taken a fatal hit. Even if Zhang Menglong spared them now, the impact had been made, unless a large influx of US Dollars came in to help stabilize the exchange rate.

Secondly, Zhang Menglong was fickle, and this time they had nearly offended him to death. Now they didn't even know if they could leave here alive.

"Next, let's talk about compensation," Zhang Menglong said, "Let's settle both the new grudges and the old. Now, give me an explanation."

"Mr. Zhang, you just say whatever compensation you want, as long as we can afford it, we will make it happen for you."

"Forget it, who makes me such a magnanimous person?" Zhang Menglong sighed.

Hearing this, the crowd loosened up a bit, thinking that perhaps Zhang Menglong wouldn't demand an exorbitant compensation after all?

"I won't ask for much from you, just a small token, 100 billion US Dollars from each of you, and we'll call it even!"

"100 billion US Dollars?"

"This is what you call a 'small token'? What do you mean by that?"

"Is this your idea of being 'magnanimous'?"

The people present were almost in tears.

Their US Dollar reserves had already been stretched to the limit, and they had reluctantly sold a significant amount of US Treasury bonds to replenish them a little.

But before they could even get their hands on this money, Zhang Menglong's financial maneuvers had swept it clean. Now, except for America, it wasn't just 100 billion dollars they couldn't afford, but even raising 10 billion might require crowdfunding from the public, which might not even succeed.

"What's the matter? Too much, you're not willing?" Zhang Menglong said.

"Mr. Zhang, it's not that we don't want to give, we genuinely can't come up with that much money in dollars now!"

"Yeah, Mr. Zhang, all the US Dollars in the world are in your hands now, where are we supposed to get that from?"

"True," Zhang Menglong nodded, "Well, if you don't have dollars, that's fine too. You can give me 600 billion Huaxia currency instead, see how kind I am, even giving you a discount!"

Burritos cursed Zhang Menglong inwardly, what kind of discount is this, your father's? Zhang Menglong just dumped 18 trillion US dollars' worth of treasury bonds without any buyers, leading directly to a plummet in the value of the dollar, and now the exchange rate to Huaxia currency had already decreased to 1:5.9! These 100 billion dollars aren't even worth 600 billion Huaxia currency now!

And what country would stockpile Huaxia currency as foreign exchange? Huaxia currency isn't the currency used for international trade settlements!

"Look, you don't stockpile such a good foreign exchange as Huaxia currency, preferring to hoard these useless dollars. Now you know you're in trouble, don't you?"

"How about this, I won't make it hard for you, I'll take any country's currency, as long as you come up with the equivalent value of 100 billion US Dollars."

"If you really don't have the money, you can also offset the debt with assets, whether it's a gold mine, silver mine, diamond mine, real estate, I'm not picky!"